The man in military uniform in the middle of the road, with a strong physique and majestic momentum, although he wears a black mask, his dark and deep eyes are like thunder and lightning, and wherever he passes, it makes people palpitate.

Surrounded by a group of military bigwigs, he stepped calmly onto the high platform.

Standing in front of tens of thousands of elites.

Under the stage, the soldiers of Beimang looked feverishly at the young general standing on the stage.

The familiar military uniform, the heavy medal of merit on the chest, and the motive behind the not showing people's true faces.

They guessed who this young general who could make Young Marshal Long Fei and the overlords of the military department make way for him.

It was their Northern Mang's...

"Salute!"

Qin Huan stomped his feet and took the lead in saluting.

Bang bang bang.

The thousands of Beimang troops under the stage seemed to be endowed with infinite strength, with momentum like a rainbow and high fighting spirit.

Han Dong, who was standing beside Qin Huan, was full of blood, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, almost breaking discipline, and shouted "brother-in-law"!

The "media friends" of the eighteenth generation of their ancestors were examined, and this scene was recorded from various perspectives.

This is the first stage after a year of state mourning, and it is extremely newsworthy.

It's one thing when it can be published, but if you can't take good photos, it's a problem with your business ability.

"It's him..."

Gan Daolin's pupils contracted, and his body trembled: "He's still alive?" ”

The veteran gods of war in the nearby countries were also dumbfounded and sweating.

A year ago, a state funeral was held, and a funeral was also held on the seashore.

Zhang Xiangbei, why is he still alive?

And when countless veteran gods of war made a strong comeback and wanted to regain the ranking of the combat power list for the country, they were bizarrely resurrected?

The veteran gods of war shuddered, and the memories of the dead suddenly came back to life...

The god of war of the Beihai Kingdom issued an order to his subordinates: "Contact the Huaxia Military Department, can this casualty rate standard be adjusted back to the previous international standard?" ”

Time.

The heads of the military departments of countless countries have completely collapsed.

If Zhang Xiangbei is still alive...

To increase the casualty rate of military exercises, the happiest person will not be any of them, but Bei Mang Zhang Xiangbei!

Zhao Changqing stood up with the rest of the infield.

She didn't feel like she had to get up.

By generation, she is an elder.

But the group of big leaders who were even higher than her all stood up.

If you don't stand, you're a little unsociable, and you're a little unpatriotic.

Zhao Changying didn't expect that this kid would be able to make such a big show by showing his face in a Beimang military uniform.

Not only is the Beimang Army in the audience enthusiastic.

Even the leaders of all walks of life in China also stood up and saluted.

Even, he was wearing a mask, just showing a pair of eyes, and stood on the stage.

Even whether it is true or false has not been implemented.

The group of elite soldiers from various countries who were originally eyeing and murderous were wilted like frosted eggplants.

What did this Xiao Zhang do to the princes of various countries?

Can you create such an exaggerated psychological shadow?

"Brother Fei, you still have face."

Offstage, Ye Zhengting glanced at General Zhang on the high platform, and sighed: "General Zhang has come to power, and the momentum of our three armies has skyrocketed, and those majestic elites from all walks of life are a little scared. Especially those old war gods, their faces are as ugly as eating. ”

Long Fei snorted, and said lightly: "It's a little meaning." What do I have to do with my brother? I opened my mouth, did he dare to come? ”

In fact, Long Fei only received the news from his brother ten minutes ago.

even the brother who saw Ye Zhengting, a group of military bigwigs, at the same time.

When I saw my brother, my brother was wearing a mask the whole time, and he didn't pay attention to greetings, and he was very cold.

Until he came to the stage at this moment, my brother had never communicated with anyone.

It's so cool.

The legend of Beimang, who had no one in his eyes and called for wind and rain, is finally back!

Han Jiangxue stood up tremblingly.

The people around him, the military bigwigs in front of the stage, and the Beimang soldiers in the crowd, all saluted the men on the stage.

His every move on stage is handsome and twisted.

Even if it's just a simple return gift, it's aggressive.

Throughout the whole process, no one introduced who this young general who was so pompous that even Long Fei Ye Zhengting had to be matched.

What you don't know, you don't have to say.

If you know, you don't need to introduce it.

He just had to stand on the stage.

It's time to be down-to-earth.

Those who should be scared are also trembling.

"No wonder those old guys in the wall spoil him so much."

Zhao Changqing sighed lightly, perceiving his daughter's complicated mood, and said slowly: "He really has face, and everyone has face." ”

"I can suddenly understand Mrs. Han's thoughts."

"If she were fifty or sixty years younger, she would have gone on herself, and it would not have been your turn."

The corners of Han Jiangxue's lips curled slightly.

knew that Zhao Changying was deliberately humorous in front of him.

In an instant, Han Jiangxue suddenly burst into a foul mouth: "Grass." ”

Zhao Changying shuddered, annoyed and angry: "I'll tell you a few words of truth, you don't like to listen to me, why are you scolding me?" ”

"I didn't scold you." Han Jiangxue's palms were sweating, and she didn't know whether to rejoice or scold her mother for a while.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhao Changying noticed the great change in her daughter. "This kid shouldn't dump your yellow-faced woman before he goes on stage, right?"

"Fart." Han Jiangxue's thoughts turned over the river and the sea, and the quintessence blurted out. "Old Devil Han and you have scored twice, and I will not divorce."

"So what the are you doing?" Zhao Changying gritted his teeth.

If she weren't a little jealous of the powerful young general on the stage, she would have tore up the stinky mouth of the dead Xuebao.

"That buddy on the stage is not Brother Zhang."

Han Jiangxue said categorically: "My brother Zhang's Adam's apple is bigger than him!" ”