In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Beimang elites and front troops from all directions came like a tide.

During the military exercise, many Chinese soldiers were killed.

Some of the deaths could have been avoided.

But the coalition forces were ruthless and merciless.

Over the years, Beimang has also lost the habit of condemning people in advance.

If they have a grudge, they will avenge it that night, never overnight.

The veteran gods of war from various countries were panicked.

Even Gandaolin was frightened by this battle.

He looked at Zhang Xiangbei in the crowd with a look of dismay on his face.

This damn Beimang legend is obviously not as tall and powerful as himself, but he is like a god, overlooking all living beings.

The dazzling firelight shone on his face, and Gandaolin felt like he was in another world, as if he had returned to the battlefield in an outside world, despair and suffocation welled up in his heart.

"Gandalin, what now?"

A veteran war god who had just come back asked anxiously: "Look at this posture, there must be a hundred thousand Beimang troops!"

Gandaolin gritted his teeth and hated this alarmist coward!

During the entire military exercise, China sent only 8,000 troops. Counting the various front troops, Beimang could only hold out two or three thousand elite troops.

Where the hell did the 100,000 Bei Mang troops come from?

"If you don't want to sit back and die, just fight your way out and rush out!"

Gandaolin shouted angrily and led his troops to fight.

The veteran war gods from various countries are afraid of returning, but their basic qualities are still there. Under the leadership of Gan Daolin, they resist stubbornly, abandon their helmets and armor, struggle to the death, and scream...

Han Dong listened to the charge horn ringing through the mountains and looked at the Chinese elites all over the mountains and plains. He suddenly felt like he was back in the era of war and gunfire, and his eyes got wet.

Peace is hard-won, prosperity is hard-won.

Suddenly looking back, my brother-in-law had disappeared.

Han Dong's blood was surging and he roared angrily: "Brothers, charge!"

……

In the command room, the atmosphere was restless.

All the veterans in the military department were excited, as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.

"General Zhang explained it to me in detail at a high-level meeting before. This is called the tactic of closing the door and beating the dog!"

Ye Zhengting excitedly lit a cigarette, which made a loud and proud sound.

Several Lao Wushuang lit cigarettes one after another to soothe their inner restlessness and agitation.

A certain gray-haired old man Wushuang couldn't help but whispered to Long Fei: "Brother Fei, this is just a simple military exercise. In the past, General Zhang could only say a few words at the opening ceremony to start the show. That’s all.”

"Would it be a bit bullying to supervise the battle in person this time?"

Long Fei clearly heard Lao Wushuang's teasing after high-pressure.

The veteran war gods from all over the world are dispatched in full force, determined to bring the Beimang Army down from the altar.

The reason why these old men dared to come to China was to see Zhang Xiangbei die in battle, and they wanted to show off and avenge their previous shame.

Long Fei lit a cigarette and frowned: "General Zhang is extremely itchy, what's wrong with Zhizhi?"

"Besides, my brother is participating in the military exercise as a small soldier, and he doesn't have a big trumpet."

Long Fei said confidently.

Everyone was stunned, they didn't dare to speak harshly, and they didn't want to speak harshly.

Ye Zhengting sighed and said meaningfully: "I just feel a little aggrieved for Brother Fei. This battle should have been your battle to become a god, Brother Fei."

"How can I, the dignified young commander of Beimang, be punished personally?" Long Fei looked at Ye Zhengting with a majestic look on his face. "Commander Ye, who do you think I am?"

Ye Zhengting twitched the corner of his mouth, seeing that Brother Fei didn't take the bait at all, he stopped humiliating himself.

But several Lao Wushuang each had their own little Jiujiu, and even Commander Ye was a little uneasy.

Listening to the tone of He Jun's report just now, he didn't even know Zhang Xiangbei's identity, but it was obvious that he was full of respect and admiration for the Brother Zhang he mentioned.

During working hours, he calls me Brother Zhang openly when he opens his mouth.

Even at the family banquet, this kid has never called himself cousin so emotionally!

The relationship must be established on the battlefield and be solid.

If this military exercise returns with a great victory, no one dares to imagine how terrifying Zhang Xiangbei's status in the military will be.

These old men were a little worried about the soldiers they had worked so hard to lead. They all became Zhang Xiangbei's little fans and made Beimang's wedding clothes.

Zhao Changying glanced at Han Jiangxue, who was standing in the corner without saying a word, and said calmly: "Looking at the current situation, China is only one step away from victory. Once it triumphs, your Brother Zhang's prestige in the military will reach The pinnacle. Even those who are not from the Beimang clan will obey him."

Han Jiangxue was stunned.

A look of doubt appeared on the beautiful face that was a little pale after staying up late: "My brother Zhang went to the battlefield for fame and fortune? Is it to make others obey him?"

"If that's the case, then why did he let the substitute enjoy the applause and flowers that should belong to him?"

"Does Zhang Xiangbei still need to do this to prove himself? Doesn't he just stand on the stage and be the most dazzling?"

Zhao Changying twitched the corner of his mouth, a little embarrassed.

She has been in politics for many years, and her brain circuit is completely different from Han Jiangxue's.

"Zhao Changying." Han Jiangxue frowned, seemingly displeased, and glanced coldly at the woman whose mind was filled with the city's calculations. "You and my Brother Zhang are not the same kind of people."

"I beg you, don't insult my man."

Han Jiangxue's palms and backs were all sweaty, and she was almost worried to death about Brother Zhang who was fighting with his bayonet. This damn woman was discussing fame, fortune and prestige with her. Xuebao was annoyed to death.