Dou Xiandong kicked General Zhang's coffin, and the crowd was excited.

The Beimang Army's eyes were fierce, and they were full of murderous power!

Tens of thousands of military cadets roared wildly, wanting to break Dou Xiandong's body into thousands of pieces!

Everybody, outraged!

"How do you dare to be disrespectful to General Zhang!"

Shen Yunchao gritted his teeth!

Now, he's the only one on stage.

The only one who can protect General Zhang's coffin is him!

It was as if the thousands of Beimang soldiers singing with him just now had given Shen Yunchao infinite courage.

He actually swung his fist and smashed it into Dou Xiandong's head!

This punch, sacrifice yourself and forget to die!

Bang!

Dou Xiandong kicked Shen Yunchao's handsome face, accompanied by a pop, fell to the ground, and fainted on the spot.

"The Northern Mang Army assembles!"

In the crowd, a Beimang general shouted angrily.

Thousands of Beimang troops quickly approached, but in an instant, they had already assembled into an army!

Subsequently, no one gave the order.

The 5,000 Beimang army poured out and approached Dou Xiandong with a solemn face!

Even the tens of thousands of military cadets behind him were furious, following closely behind the Beimang Army.

We want to avenge General Zhang!

The scene is completely out of control!

But at this moment, a young man in black clothes and black pants walked up to the mourning platform in full view of everyone.

His expression was calm, and he could not see joy or sorrow.

But as soon as he stepped onto the stage, the 5,000 Beimang elites in the audience seemed to have received a military order from General Zhang himself, and the whole army stopped!

"Stand upright!"

The Beimang general shouted.

Bang Bang Bang!

The whole army straightened their waists and was expressionless, but in their hearts, they were in turmoil!

General Zhang is dead, and they don't even have the opportunity to salute the men on the altar!

"Take a break!"

Long Fei didn't know when he stood in front of the Beimang Army and shouted in a deep voice. "Stand by now!"

He took the reaction of the Beimang Army subconsciously to Zhang Ruoyu and took it all.

His eyes were scarlet and he looked at the altar.

"Who are you?" Dou Xiandong's thin lips opened slightly, and his eyebrows were full of disdain.

Beimang's senior general, he is familiar with everyone.

Except for Zhang Xiangbei, he has seen everyone, and even dealt with more than once!

At this moment, even if it was Long Fei who came to power, he recognized it!

At least, this Zhang Xiangbei's former follower is a new generation of Beimang young marshal.

And the man who walked up to the spiritual platform and stood in front of him not only looked ordinary, but even on his body, he did not have the slightest aura of a strong man!

Why did he come up?

Dou Xiandong came this time, there was anger, hatred, and ten years of humiliation!

He was unwilling to let Zhang Xiangbei die like this!

He wants the whole world to know that the Huaxia Military Department is not only the Beimang Army!

The Chinese God of War is not only Zhang Xiangbei!

"I'm not a person, just a Beimang cook." Zhang Ruoyu walked towards Dou Xiandong step by step, and said calmly.

"Cook?" Dou Xiandong was obviously stunned.

He didn't expect that in a fit of rage, he even kicked Zhang Xiangbei's coffin.

The one who came up to trouble him would be a Beimang cook?

"There is no one in Beimang?" Dou Xiandong said in a cold voice. "Send you a cook?"

"Enough for you."

Zhang Ruoyu said, raised his eyes, and said lightly: "I've started?" ”

As soon as the words fell.

Zhang Ruo was foolish.

He lifted his legs and bent his knees.

Bang!

The knee was on Dou Xiandong's lower abdomen.

In an instant, Dou Xiandong's muscles were exposed, and his expression was painful.

The internal organs seem to be shattered, and the qi and blood are surging!

A very simple action, with Dou Xiandong's combat effectiveness, it is difficult to hurt him.

But after Zhang Ruoyu completed a set of actions and Dou Xiandong felt severe pain, he reluctantly reacted and opened Zhang Ruoyu's knee.

The body staggered back four or five steps before he could barely stand firmly.

Dou Xiandong's face was pale, he was sweating profusely, he suddenly felt that his mouth and nose were sticky, he reached out to wipe it, and actually touched the blood on his hand.

He looked at Zhang Ruoyu in horror.

I can't imagine that a cook in Beimang has such lethality!

And Zhang Ruoyu, who completed this blow, just walked towards Dou Xiandong with an indifferent expression.

Then, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed Dou Xiandong's hair.

This action is simpler and less lethal than the knee just now.

Dou Xiandong also tried to stop it.

But he didn't stop it.

Because the hair is short, it hurts more to pull the hair, and the head seems to be torn!

"Just vent and vent, why kick the coffin?"

Zhang Ruoyu's voice was calm to the extreme.

The movements of the hands are rough to the extreme.

Bang!

Zhang Ruoyu dragged Dou Xiandong's head and slammed it into the coffin!

In an instant, Dou Xiandong's face was covered with blood, which was shocking.

"You woke up the soul of Beimang."

Zhang Ruoyu's tone was flat, pulling Dou Xiandong's head, and slammed into the coffin again.

Bang!

"Now that you're awake, let's kowtow three times."

Bang!

Dou Xiandong was hit three times in succession.

Even though his face was covered with blood and his skin was open, he still gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

He couldn't beat the cook, he confessed.

Let him kowtow to Zhang Xiangbei three times!

He also confessed!

No matter how much he hates, no matter how angry he is, Zhang Xiangbei's exploits and the tragedy of dying for the country cannot be erased!

But he was not reconciled!

Why died in the war for the country, it can't be him Dou Xiandong!

Why is it lying in the coffin, it has to be him Zhang Xiangbei!

I, Dou Xiandong, also have half a life of fighting horses, and I practice like crazy every day!

Why do you want to die without a battlefield to serve the country!?

Seeing that Dou Xiandong, whose head was bleeding, was still full of unwillingness and grief and indignation, Zhang Ruoyu didn't blame him.

Kowtowed, he woke up the festival of Beimang's soul, forget it.

Click.

Zhang Ruoyu suddenly made an astonishing move.

One that even Dou Xiandong couldn't understand and wanted to stop his move!

Zhang Ruoyu, the coffin is open!

"What are you doing!?" Dou Xiandong shouted angrily.

Kicking the coffin just now was an act of uncontrollable and sad anger.

But Zhang Ruoyu opened the coffin of Xiangbei with his own hands!

And when Dou Xiandong saw the mountain of Beimang tokens in the coffin, he froze.

The anger, unwillingness, and despair on his face turned into admiration and respect in an instant!

Dou Xiandong regarded Zhang Xiangbei as a lifelong enemy.

He knows Beimang well.

He knew that the Beimang Army would issue Beimang tokens to all recruits, and Beimang had an unwritten tradition in the past ten years, after the Beimang soldiers sacrificed, the ashes were transferred to their families, and the soldiers' Beimang tokens stayed in Beimang.

But because Beimang often performs secret tasks, except for Beimang, no one knows how many Beimang troops have sacrificed for the country in the past ten years!

At this moment, looking at the mountain of Beimang tokens, Dou Xiandong trembled, his face full of self-blame and guilt.

"Zhang Xiangbei was kicked in the coffin by an acquaintance, and he didn't care." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "But are you familiar with these Beimang souls? How many of those names do you know on the token? ”

Dou Xiandong trembled uncontrollably.

Witnessed by tens of thousands of people, he knelt in front of the coffin without hesitation, slammed his head a few times, and his voice was hoarse, full of endless guilt: "I'm sorry to disturb you." ”