Syllable!

Zhang Ruoyu said.

Tear off a page of the notebook and slap it on Ye Jinxing's handsome, but pale as paper-like face.

On the paper, write two lines of words.

The pen walked the dragon and snake, and the grass was so wild that it was impossible to see what was written.

"Now, you're fired."

Zhang Ruoyu's tone was plain, as if he had sold a green onion.

Inside the hall, there was a dead silence.

Many people probed to see what Zhang Ruoyu wrote on this piece of paper.

But the handwriting is so sloppy that even calligraphy is difficult to copy and distinguish.

Ye Jinxing couldn't understand the content of the first line of fried squid.

But in the second line, the three words that obviously looked like a signature, Ye Jinxing recognized it.

One stroke at a time, it has long been imprinted in my mind.

His body trembled suddenly, and his dark eyes were filled with despair, shock, madness, and even collapse.

He read these three words for five years.

No one ever told him what those three words were and how to pronounce them.

Until this moment, when Zhang Ruoyu wrote again in front of him, he knew the meaning of these three words.

Only then did he know that he had been wrong in the past five years.

On the wall of Ye Jinxing's office, a pair of calligraphy and paintings are framed.

It's the same two-line word.

The first line: the line of the north is reckless.

The second line is written by Zhang Ruoyu, he has read it for five years, but he didn't understand the three words.

All the marching concepts of the Black Cavalry are derived from the first line of these six words.

What Beimang can do, the Black Cavalry can.

What Beimang can't do, so can the Black Cavalry.

The Black Cavalry is like a mirror of Beimang, except that one is under the light, and the other is hidden in the darkness.

In the past five years, every time Ye Jinxing stood in front of this frame, looking at the vigorous and powerful six big characters, his heart would always ignite infinite fighting spirit.

The founder who left these six words for the Black Cavalry is so eloquent and proud.

Can you write such six words?

He seems to be standing on the top of Beimang, talking and laughing, writing these six big words: You can't do Beimang!

Honor and fame and fortune, Beimang took it!

Forbearance and loneliness, the Black Cavalry endures!

Ye Jinxing had seen the meritorious veterans of the Black Cavalry more than once, looking at the north, his eyes were restless.

More than once, on the news and on TV, when I saw the Beimang Army awarding medals, they were silent and excited.

Ye Jinxing always thought that the veterans of this group of black cavalry were very envious, unwilling, and even... Wrath!

They must be nostalgic for their former leaders, right?

What would it be like if the leader who was full of pride, with a stroke of a pen, established the Black Cavalry and wrote down the heroic admonition that could not be reckless, was still alive?

As soon as he ascended the heights, the 30,000 black cavalry came out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, how spectacular would it be?

Ye Jinxing has always regarded the unmasked founder as a spiritual leader.

In my heart, I also disdain Beimang and the legend of Beimang.

In his heart, the founder of the Black Cavalry who dared to write about the unreckless nature of the north, the hero, was his husband!

But at the moment...

When the three words written by Zhang Ruoyu overlapped perfectly with the three words that he had observed day and night for five years.

His body trembled.

Throat, rolling.

Even the grim face gradually became distorted.

His eyes were red, and his breathing was rapid and disordered.

Wrong, all wrong.

They looked at the north, and all the restlessness and agitation they saw on TV in the Beimang Army was not what Ye Jinxing thought.

They have no anger, no unwillingness, and no pain.

They just miss and look up to the god who stepped on the top of the mountain.

This god is right in front of Ye Jinxing.

Ye Jinxing squatted down and picked up the piece of paper he disdained to pick up.

Arms, trembling.

The inner order is completely thrown into chaos.

These three have been reading for five years, and they don't recognize the words.

Tonight, he recognized it too.

It was as if he had suddenly opened his mind and opened up the second pulse of Ren Du, and he not only recognized these three words.

He recognized even the first line.

"Ye Jin will commit the following crimes, remove all positions of the Black Cavalry, and wait for disposal."

"Zhang Xiangbei."

Yes.

The three words he had read for five years were three words he hadn't even dreamed of: Zhang Xiangbei.

He clutched the piece of paper and trembled.

His pride and self-confidence were gone.

His proud status as the leader of the Black Cavalry, which made his inner world incomparably strong, was gone.

Even the founder of the Black Cavalry, whom he regarded as a spiritual belief and had always wanted to inherit his reckless nature, had disappeared.

became a different person.

It seemed that he had a dream in five years.

An absurd, funny, ridiculous dream.

Ye Jinxing suddenly laughed.

Laughing hoarsely, laughing tears soaring, laughing so hard that I can't straighten my waist.

The four great unequals saw this upstart in the military department, and the son on whom Ye Zhengting had high hopes was reduced to such an appearance.

One by one, they sighed and shook their heads, muttering to themselves: "I'm afraid this kid is crazy..."