There is dissatisfaction with Yang Zhitian in his heart, so he naturally wants to vent his sadness and anger.

With Duan Yinghao's handsome personality, Duan Yinghao, who has been particularly concerned about his father Duan Zuogang for so many years, has not even treated him at all.

As long as he saw Duan Yinghao, even in front of Duan Zuogang, Duan Yingjun couldn't restrain the hatred in his heart many times, his face was covered with cold frost, although he didn't scold when he opened his mouth, but he still basically wouldn't look at Duan Yinghao.

He still can't bear his cousin, not to mention that now Duan Yingjun is only facing a bare-rod master.

Just now, Yang Zhitian felt that Duan Yingjun was humiliating him with the situation of those dead soldiers by asking him to mobilize his troops, and it was the greatest insult to those martyrs and ordinary people.

And he boasted of how much he loved his soldiers, and when he heard someone insult them, Yang Zhitian couldn't help it.

Seeing that Duan Yingjun's face became disgusted and angry, Yang Zhitian opened his mouth to say something accusing Duan Yingjun.

Unexpectedly, Duan Yingjun used Yang Zhitian's own words just now to deduce it backwards and put forward his own ideas.

Such thoughts, this kind of understanding that is different from his own, made Yang Zhitian really ponder.

These words directly touched Yang Zhitian's heart. Standing there in a daze, Yang Zhitian was speechless, without any courage or reason to refute Duan Yingjun's words.

Even, Yang Zhitian actually seriously thought about the words that Duan Yingjun had just said in his heart.

The more carefully he discerned the truth in Duan Yingjun's words just now, the more Yang Zhitian's heart rippled round and round.

He felt more and more that what Duan Yingjun said made sense, and what he did at the beginning was indeed so immature, it could even be said that it was like a child's temper, it was a real joke.

Did you really do something wrong in the first place? If you don't leave with such a large group of people, will there be more people who will survive in the end?

Yang Zhitian secretly doubted his ability in his heart, and even felt that he had killed so many people.

At this moment, Yang Zhitian really felt that he was getting old, all the courage in his heart had become fragile or dissipated directly, and his strategy had also become a trap, which was a terrifying trap that could make many people who should have lived die.

His heart was turbulent, and Yang Zhitian stood there alone, sad and helpless.

Duan Yingjun on the opposite side and Zhao Lingge and the others behind him did not interrupt Yang Zhitian's thoughts, nor did they persuade Yang Zhitian to feel sad in his heart.

Because no matter what he said, Yang Zhitian was indeed caught in his own cranky thoughts, and he kept thinking about what the final result would have been if it weren't for that.

This way of thinking, thinking about everything too much about joys and sorrows, and idealizing what you think may be, will lead to Yang Zhitian's whole person falling into the emotional classification of "mourning".

Duan Yingjun didn't persuade him because, according to Duan Yingjun's way of understanding, he threw all his faults violently and directly on Yang Zhitian's back.

His current state is what Duan Yingjun wants to see.

And Zhao Lingge didn't step forward to help Yang Zhitian and pull him out of the quagmire, because he was in the quagmire and had to save himself by himself.

Only by learning to save himself can Yang Zhitian completely break away from the past and become an old star that is still flashing and still has some high brightness.

And if he just found his self-purpose with the help of Zhao Lingge, he didn't understand it at all, and even the thoughts in his heart didn't change at all.

The final result is that the scar that will cause this tear will always exist in the depths of Yang Zhitian's heart.

In the future, in the face of any military problems, Yang Zhitian will become nervous and at a loss, and he is afraid of the movement and arrangement of the army.

In this way, Yang Zhitian can only retire in the end, and there is no place for him Yang Zhitian in the high-level position of the army in Jiang Province.

This trick is really poisonous! I don't know if this is really Duan Yingjun's personal behavior, or if he was instructed by someone?

Hit him with what Yang Zhitian cares about the most, so that he can't raise his head, in order to turn Yang Zhitian into a waste!

Looking at Duan Yingjun with a cold face in front of Yang Zhitian now, Zhao Lingge's eyes gradually fell into contemplation.

If Yang Zhitian is really abolished like this, where is the way out for himself and the others next?

If Yang Zhitian's path has nothing to do with the army, and he can't secretly cultivate his own power in Jiang Province little by little, Zhao Lingge feels that he may have to change his next strategy.

Just when the three forces had their own scheming, on the asphalt road corresponding to the city gate, a group of people walked towards this side from a distance.

This group of people were all wearing the army's standard camouflage uniforms, holding the army's advanced firearms in their hands, and marching neatly and neatly, and the heroic temperament of the soldiers was directly highlighted.

In addition, looking at the resolute faces of this group of soldiers, looking at the killing decisiveness contained in their eyes.

That murderous aura of killing rose into the sky as if it were substance, and swept towards the people at the door.

Such a temperament that intimidates the world is in stark contrast to the temperament of the remaining dozen or so Demon Capital soldiers standing behind Zhao Lingge at the door.

Although they are all wearing camouflage uniforms, the group of soldiers on the road gives people the feeling of being handsome, capable, and temperamental, while the soldiers of the magic capital give people the feeling of lifeless, embarrassed, and don't even want to be a real soldier at all.

At the front of the formation like the black clouds, there was an officer with dark hair, a strong back, and a tiger under his feet.

Judging from the fact that he led the team towards Jiang Province and rushed over from a distance, it could be judged that this person must be the commander of such a group of mighty soldiers.

This middle-aged man looked like a middle-aged man with firm and hard steps, stepping on solid ground, and the whole person walked over quickly.

It didn't take long for the entire team to arrive at the gate of the Jiang Province Survivor Base.

Saluting the mighty city gate from afar with respect, the middle-aged commander once again moved his gaze down, and slowly looked at Zhao Lingge, Duan Yingjun and the others who were standing at the city gate.

Looking at the side face of Yang Zhitian, who was struggling with regret in his heart and didn't raise his head to look at him, the middle-aged commander's eyes shrank slightly, and then returned to normal in a short time.

Taking a step, the middle-aged commander walked near the city gate, reached out and pulled out a small ID book in his breast pocket.

Holding the small notebook in front of him, the middle-aged commander asked in a solid voice: "Excuse me, who is responsible here at the city gate?" ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, the soldier who had just stopped Zhao Lingge and the others at the door was stunned for a moment, and then nervously glanced at Duan Yingjun beside him.

"Master Duan? Am I? ”

Pointing his finger at the middle-aged commander, the soldier's face was frightened and a little hesitant, and he asked Duan Yingjun.

"What do you think I'm doing? Go on! ”

Seeing the soldier's stupid appearance, Duan Yingjun, who was already unhappy, had a gloomy face, stared at his eyes, and shouted at the soldier with a loud criticism.

"Yes, yes!"

Feeling the irritability and anger in Duan Yingjun's tone, the soldier shrank his neck in fear, and the whole person hurriedly moved his trembling legs, running towards the middle-aged commander, and couldn't stop thinking in his mouth.

Coming to the middle-aged commander, the soldier first glanced at the mighty and domineering soldiers not far behind him, with a killing intent on their sides.

Subsequently, the soldier did not dare to slack off and hurriedly took the documents in the hands of the middle-aged commander.

has been guarding the door here for so long, except for not seeing the broken officer Yang Zhitian, the soldier's ability to watch people put down dishes has not been missed at all.

Looking at so many assembled soldiers, he knew that the middle-aged commander in front of him must be a person of prominent status.

Nodding and taking the document from the middle-aged commander's hand, the soldier opened it with a smile on his face.

As soon as he glanced at it, the expression on the soldier's face changed in shock.

As he closed the documents in his hand, the smile on the soldier's face became even brighter.

Holding the document in both hands and handing it to the middle-aged commander, the soldier hurriedly straightened his chest and abdomen, stood still with his legs, and gave a solemn military salute.

With the military salute retracted, the soldier said loudly: "Hello chief! ”

"Hmm."

Stretching out his hand to return the salute, the middle-aged commander spoke again and asked in a steady voice, "Can I inform your leader?" ”

"Yes! Absolutely! ”

The soldier answered, turned and went to the side, whispering a few words to one of the soldiers.

After the soldier nodded, he turned and ran briskly into the city.

When the middle-aged commander saw that the soldiers had gone to arrange and inform them of the matter of the leader, he didn't care about this matter anymore, but instead focused his eyes on Yang Zhitian and Duan Yingjun beside him.

After walking a few steps between the two, the middle-aged commander said indifferently: "Yang Zhitian, are you still alive?" ”

Hearing someone calling him, and his voice was very familiar, Yang Zhitian slowly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged commander.

Looking at the past, Yang Zhitian's already sad expression gradually added a touch of disgust.

Staring at the middle-aged commander's face for a while, Yang Zhitian responded in a cold voice: "Xue Sheng, I won't die if you die." ”

Next to him, Duan Yingjun looked at Xue Sheng and Yang Zhitian looking at each other's tense appearance, which was quite funny.

This is the so-called enemy who is very red when they meet!

This Xue Sheng, Duan Yingjun can also be regarded as having heard of it from Duan Zuogang.

He was the commander of the Hangcheng Combat Readiness Division and controlled the arming around Hangcheng.

This Xue Sheng is also somewhat famous among the top echelons of the entire army, and is known for his iron-blooded killing.

The Hangcheng army under his control, along with his style, is crazy about killing.

The reason why he is more famous among the top echelons of the army is because of the annual army competition.

This project was requested by the head of the capital, and the armies from all sides had to send representatives on that day every year to compete together.

Through multiple items such as physical fitness, fighting, shooting, reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, we will examine the capabilities of the soldiers in the armies of various regions, and by the way, estimate the strength of the entire military region.

If the overall quality of the deputies sent by a military region is relatively strong, then the ability of the relative military region to train soldiers will also be relatively strong, and it will occupy more resources in the allocation of resources in the second year.

And in each of these army competitions, the other military districts sent the best soldiers in their entire army.

But this Xue Sheng is not like this, he always selects some middle-level soldiers. But he did well every time.

A middle-level soldier competes with the best soldiers, even if he Xue Sheng's teaching ability is particularly strong, he should definitely be at a disadvantage.