"What is this?"

Long Fei exhaled a thick cigarette and glanced at the yellow unidentified object placed next to the key.

It's a bit like the invitation specially designed for my brother's funeral, with wild handwriting and bright yellow colors.

"Peace and blessings." The general braced his hands and crawled out of the stinking ditch. "This is the peace and blessing that the stand-ins asked for for General Zhang when they first came."

"Oh." Long Fei pinched his nose and distanced himself from the general. "Then why were they all thrown into the stinking gutter?"

"This is feudal superstition." The general explained resolutely. "General Zhang's life is unparalleled, and he doesn't need to rely on this kind of thing to protect him."

"Makes sense." Long Fei nodded slightly, but remained silent.

The general, however, grabbed the key and walked towards the tower gate.

"What are you going to do?" Long Fei waved lightly.

Several pro-soldiers quickly took down the general.

One of them is Han Dong.

He was the most ruthless, almost breaking the general's wrist.

"It's nothing, I've lost something in there." The general explained.

There was a flash of panic in his eyes.

"Is it a loss of the dignity and blood of a soldier? Or have you forgotten how you swore under the flag when you joined the army? Long Fei asked with a cold gaze.

Although he squatted beside the stinky ditch, he was less than 1.7 meters tall.

But at this moment, the majesty that was so sharp that it almost overflowed all over his body made the general shudder.

Zhang Xiangbei never showed his face.

But Long Fei, the new young marshal of Beimang, often appears on the scene.

The general wanted to pretend that he didn't know, but he couldn't.

What's more, the black and oppressive Beimang army on the school field, which is arrogant and soaring into the sky, is gathering in groups, and the tiger is coiled in the secret base.

It only takes a moment to set foot here.

"Don't be busy, talk to me." Long Fei sat cross-legged and patted the open space on the side. "I heard that even I, Long Fei, have a stand-in?"

"Got a few." The corners of the general's mouth twitched and explained. "But the comprehensive literacy is not qualified enough, and there is no way to perform the task for the time being."

"I'm not unsightly." Long Fei exhaled a thick cigarette and glanced at the general who was sitting on the side. "What are you doing with a stand-in for me?"

Without waiting for the general to speak, Long Fei said again: "Do you know me very well?" Or is it the big guy behind you, who knows me well? Can you imitate me just by relying on the information on your resume? ”

The general hesitated, but did not stiffen his mouth.

This young man's rank is much higher than his own, and he holds military power, and talking back to him is a dead end.

"Long Shuai, why don't I open the door first?" The general was sweating profusely, like an ant on a hot pan.

"I didn't receive an order." Long Fei shook his head lightly. "No one can go in or come out."

"Whose order?" The general's heart was shocked.

"Zhang Xiangbei's order." Long Fei said word by word.

……

Several stand-ins carried Beimang knives and approached Zhang Ruoyu.

Their eyes are crazy, and the killing opportunity is about to appear.

Zhang Ruoyu stood still in place.

Just staring calmly at the group of stand-ins who once wanted to carry out dangerous missions for themselves.

Zhang Ruoyu seemed to be hesitating about something.

Delayed in moving.

Right now.

Two stand-ins rushed to Zhang Ruoyu and stopped in front of him.

With his back to Zhang Ruoyu, he stared directly at the No. 1 stand-in: "No. 1, no." ”

"Fuck off."

The number one stand-in was full of anger.

Whoever wants to ruin his dream of climbing to the top will die.

Zhang Xiangbei also has to die!

"Don't forget who you are!"

Two young stand-ins shouted angrily.

Slightly hooked waist, staring at the tiger.

"My identity." The number one stand-in came with a knife drawn. "It's Zhang Xiangbei!"

Seeing this, the two stand-ins knew that a fight to the death was inevitable.

The two of them also pulled out the Beimang knife from their waists.

On the young and even somewhat immature face, there was a touch of perseverance.

Turning his head slightly, he looked at the man they regarded as the ultimate idol: "General, we finally have a chance to perform a stand-in mission for you!" ”

The other young stand-in was not nervous about the imminent fight to the death.

On the contrary, his voice was slightly tense and said, "General, have you received the peace blessing I entrusted someone to send you?" ”

"Roger." Zhang Ruoyu nodded slightly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive today."

The young stand-in's eyes were red, and he nodded heavily: "Understood!" ”

He gripped the blade tightly.

Bow your waist and lift your breath.

Draw your sword and kill it!

"I told you so."

The shoulder of the stand-in was suddenly held down by a big and broad hand: "I don't need a stand-in, and I don't like a stand-in." ”

"This is the value of our existence!" Young for body and mind like a rock, immovable.

"If Zhang Xiangbei needs someone else to suffer for him." Zhang Ruoyu's thin lips opened slightly, and he said word by word. "What is the value of that northward existence?"

The two young stand-ins were stunned.

Speechless.

The legend of Beimang Zhang Xiangbei brought to the enemy killing and war.

What can be brought to China is peace, pride, and dignity.

"You don't have to do anything."

Zhang Ruoyu drew his knife and stood in front of the stand-in who wanted to kill him and replace him.

and stopped two stand-ins with a clear conscience behind him.

"You just need to stand behind Zhang Xiangbei."

Zhang Ruoyu is like a god, and he is fierce and fierce: "Everything, there is me." ”

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PS: Tomorrow 4~