Xia Hou held the phone in his hand and froze on the hospital bed.

He looked at his mother at the door of the bathroom in disbelief, and his younger brother Xia Chu who followed behind his mother.

The mother and son are like biological mothers and sons who are related by blood...

The expression is the same.

"Idiot."

Click.

After a long silence on the other side of the phone, he spat out two cold and piercing words, and then hung up.

Moreover, that voice was not the familiar voice of Xia Hou twenty years ago.

It is a relatively young, rich and majestic voice.

After a short brainstorming session, Xiahou suddenly understood something.

Commander Wang slowly stood up.

looked at Brother Dazhi's eyes again, both admiration and admiration.

Where is the battle of words just now,-for-tat?

Brother Dazhi walked to the side of the bed, took the mobile phone from Xia Hou's hand expressionlessly, raised his hand and patted Xia Hou's bloodless face, and said lightly: "It's been twenty years, you bastard can really hold back." ”

Xia Hou's face was full of horror, he looked at his mother and younger brother, and then at Commander Wang, who was still squirming and pinching a second ago, but was extremely decisive at the moment, and Zhang Dazhi, who was cold.

Xiahou's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

The scalp is hairy and the bones are cold.

"You're in a group?" Xia Hou's throat and eyes were dry for a while. "All of you, all in a group?"

Xiahou's tone was mixed with disbelief.

His mother and younger brother are all here to pit themselves?

This commander of the backyard army Wang is also here to act?

Are they all Zhang Dazhi's bureau?

Xiahou Dao's heart was broken and collapsed.

"Do you need to be so surprised?"

With Xia Chu's support, Mrs. Xia slowly approached her eldest son: "It's been twenty years, and I regret giving birth to you in my dreams!" ”

Xia Hou's expression stiffened, and the corners of his lips twitched: "So, you are playing with me?" You just want me to die? ”

"Or else?"

Mrs. Xia's eyes stared viciously at her eldest son, who was pregnant in October: "It can't be to renew the mother-son relationship with you, right?" ”

The corners of Xiahou's eyes twitched.

He sat on the hospital bed with a dull expression, his face like ashes.

Wow.

A rush of vigorous footsteps came from outside the door.

A general with a majestic expression came with a commanding face.

They were dressed exactly the same as Commander Wang's party.

Even the middle-aged man headed by him is somewhat similar to Commander Wang.

He paced into the ward, his eagle-like eyes first glanced at Xia Hou without a trace.

Then he looked down at Commander Wang very majestically: "Xiao Chen, you really want to sit in my place?" ”

Commander Wang's expression changed slightly, and he said respectfully: "Commander Wang, you misunderstood..."

"And where did you get a set of clothes that look exactly like mine?" The middle-aged man was cold.

"Custom-made, of course." Commander Wang explained. "I've always loved the unique patterns on your military uniform, which perfectly match my aesthetic."

"Oh." Commander Wang himself paced forward, squinting at Xiao Chen. "It seems that you have coveted my position for a long time?"

Xiao Chen grinned, shrugged his shoulders fearlessly, and said, "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier." ”

"Take it for me!" Commander Wang gave an order and shouted.

Behind him, seven or eight regular backyard soldiers swarmed in, ready to make a move.

"Xiao Wang."

Brother Dazhi put away his mobile phone and glanced at Commander Wang faintly: "When will even a small character like you be able to point fingers in front of me?" ”

"Commander Zhang." Commander Wang did not give way at all. "I'm reprimanding my men, what's your business?"

"It's none of my business, I can't take care of it? What kind of robber logic are you? ”

Brother Dazhi paced forward and stopped Xiao Chen, who was working for him, behind him.

"Commander Zhang!" Commander Wang shouted angrily. "Why are you interfering in the affairs of our backyard army!?"

"Why?" Brother Dazhi shrugged his shoulders and threw a cigarette into his mouth. "With my flower name, my name is Zhang Daring."

Commander Wang stared at Brother Dazhi and said word by word: "Impersonating the commander of the backyard army, using the name of the backyard army without authorization, and pretending to be public and private." ”

"Commander Zhang, do you know these crimes, how to sentence them? Are you up to today? ”

Brother Dazhi frowned and looked back at Xiahou: "Isn't it because you can't pass this level?" Why are you chatting and talking, and the pressure is coming to me? ”

……

in the hospital.

The backyard army has three steps and one sentry, and five steps and one post, and is ready for battle.

Looking at this posture, it seems that this hospital is guarded as a military aircraft.

Outside the hospital.

The black-pressed convoy approached at a rapid pace.

There are all license plates, and the arrogance is fierce and the sense of oppression is full.

In the car at the head, the secretary in the passenger seat reported to the leader behind him with a solemn expression: "The gate of the hospital is blocked, and we can't enter." ”

"Break in." The man sitting in the back row had thin lips slightly open, and his dark eyes were full of gloom.

"I can't break through."

The secretary shook his head and glanced at the motorcade blocking the entrance to the hospital.

There are the cars of the four unequaled gods of war, and there is the special car of Long Fei, the young marshal of Beimang.

In the car at the beginning, it was no one else, it was Zhang Xiangbei.

Even the backyard troops they dialed into the hospital were locked inside and couldn't get out.

Break in?

The position held by Beimang, looking at the world, no army dared to issue a military order to forcibly conquer it.

How can they break into these intellectuals...