Chen Yunchao trembled as he stared at Long Fei, who was being watched by everyone, walking towards him.
He swallowed hard and took two tactical steps back.
I was wailing crazily in my heart: Don’t come here!
But the sky didn't go as planned, and not only the dragon came flying.
The eight heavenly kings under his command, the world-famous eight war gods of Beimang, are all here!
Although there are only nine people, it is like a thousand troops, swallowing up mountains and rivers!
Han Jiangxue was also shocked.
I couldn't help but glance at Zhang Ruoyu secretly.
This guy was holding a cigarette in his mouth in a very pretentious manner, taking out his pockets with both hands, taking a small step with his right foot, leaning his body, and looking down at the world.
"Old monitor!"
As soon as Long Fei opened his mouth, the eight war gods of Beimang followed him and shouted loudly.
Then they each took out a pack of cigarettes from their pockets and passed out cigarettes around him.
Even after the Eight War Gods gave Zhang Ruoyu a cigarette, he politely walked up to Han Jiangxue and asked very politely: "Sister-in-law, would you like one?"
Han Jiangxue pursed her red lips. In this situation and atmosphere, if she didn't light one, she would be a bit out of place.
But seeing tens of thousands of eyes staring at her as if they were barely above the ground, she really didn't want her image as the number one iceberg beauty on the coast to be ruined.
"I won't smoke outside." Han Jiangxue found a step for herself.
"yes."
The eight war gods saluted Han Jiangxue and surrounded her.
This beauty with outstanding temperament and fairy-like appearance is my brother's wife.
It is said that I even received a certificate.
The Eight War Gods are quite satisfied with their sister-in-law, she is pretty good and barely worthy of her brother.
"Sister-in-law, you are blessed to marry our old squad leader." A god of war said loudly. "My brother is humorous and known as the comedian of Beimang. He is always humble, courteous, elegant and easy-going in dealing with others. I would like to praise him as a stranger. Jade, the prince is unparalleled in the world, not too much."
Han Jiangxue's heart skipped a beat.
Where can I be humble and polite? Where can I be elegant and easy-going?
Isn’t he still fucking a stranger like jade?
I can’t even believe the punctuation marks!
Over there, Long Fei personally lit the fire for Zhang Ruoyu, who was smoking a cigarette, and directly filled up the cards.
As a younger brother, do you know what my little thoughts are? Can you take over from the young commander?
Beimang is not only about fighting and killing, but also about worldly relationships!
"Brother, why are there such a big battle suddenly?" Long Fei asked in a low voice.
Before, I didn't even want to come because I was afraid of hurting my feelings. Now not only did I come, but I also made it so big that Long Fei was very curious.
"Your sister-in-law is fighting with others." Zhang Ruoyu breathed out thick smoke. Even though tens of thousands of people were watching him, he remained calm and relaxed, showing off his true qualities as a cook.
"Brother, you really love your wife." Long Fei flattered her without leaving any trace, but he was secretly thinking: When did brother start to be jealous and vain?
Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips, ignored him, raised his hand and waved at Shen Yunchao, who was pushed aside.
When the latter saw this, he came over with a sad face.
"Master Shen is proficient in playing, playing and singing. Just now he said that he wanted to sing a song in memory of General Zhang." Zhang Ruoyu grinned. "So I asked you to come over to discuss and see if this can be done?" "
"Of course, no problem." Long Fei said seriously. "General Zhang was a literary and artistic backbone in Beimang during his lifetime, and his voice was even more high-pitched, with a steady alto and a deep bass. He won the first place in several singing competitions in Beimang. 1. He has repeatedly won the title of God of Singing."
"May I ask what song Mr. Shen plans to sing?" Long Fei said politely. "I asked the backstage to turn off the sad music and prepare the accompaniment for you."
Shen Yunchao was so frightened that he trembled all over.
Do you still need to prepare the accompaniment?
Shouldn’t all the dozens of speakers be turned on?
Tens of thousands of people were watching at the scene!
What the hell is the difference between this and a public execution?
"Cry Zhuge." Facing Beimang Marshal Long Fei's seemingly polite question, Shen Yunchao did not dare to hide anything.
"What a great song for the ages!" Long Fei said with a serious look on his face.
"I still have one more prayer." Zhang Ruoyu added.
"Good taste." Long Fei gave a thumbs up and turned back to Ba Zhan Shen Dao. "Brothers, send Mr. Shen to the stage!"
Shen Yunchao was basically brought to power by the Eight Gods of War.
Long Fei lit a cigarette and squinted at Shen Yunchao who was being put on the stage: "Brother, you turned such a serious funeral into a happy event."
Including the fireworks later and a song and dance performance, it’s time to catch up with the Beimang Gala.
"Who says you have to cry during a funeral?" Zhang Ruoyu shrugged. "Can't you have some personal characteristics?"
Long Fei was speechless.
In the past ten years, Beimang had sacrificed more than a thousand soldiers. If he had cried just once for the sacrifice of one of his soldiers, he would have gone blind from crying.
Long Fei took a puff of cigarette and muttered: "That's right, brothers love to be lively, and Beimang people don't like to cry either."
Three years ago, a brother who died grabbed Long Fei's collar before he died: "Don't cry! Let me remember the way you smiled!"
"Lest I return to Beimang in eighteen years and not be able to recognize my brothers!"
A man won't shed tears lightly, and when he gets sad, he should hold them back!
As the accompaniment started, Shen Yunchao began his performance.
"Well done!"
Long Fei clapped his hands.
As soon as the young marshal took the lead, the Beimang troops began to boo.
Where is the solemnity and sadness? It’s all joy!
But except for the Beimang people, most people were dumbfounded.
Wouldn't this be impolite to General Zhang?
However, this song sounds really suitable for the occasion...
Han Jiangxue walked to Zhang Ruoyu's side, her expression a little restrained.
Looking at Shen Yunchao standing next to the coffin singing, he is so funny, but he wants to laugh but dare not.
But when Shen Yunchao fulfilled his promise and sang the prayer, the Beimang army actually started singing for him. This scene...
"The spear is in hand, the sword is shining. Look at my brother, striding towards the beacon smoke..."
The Beimang army sang in unison, but it excited Shen Yunchao.
The harder he sang, the harder he sang, stretching his neck and exposing his veins, and he was obviously immersed in the performance.
What's so shameful about singing?
What happened to singing a farewell song to General Zhang?
That's the smoke coming from the old Shen family's ancestral grave!
The military cadets who were still coy at first were also infected by the Beimang army and started cheering and applauding.
If it weren't for the fact that I was too old and too unfamiliar to sing this song, it would have been a chorus of tens of thousands of people.
Even Han Jiangxue gradually adapted to this absurd but reasonable atmosphere and couldn't help but glance at Zhang Ruoyu.
Maybe he is right.
The more people have experienced life and death, the more they should embrace life and live with laughter and anger.
Didn’t the person lying in the coffin die just to make others laugh?
"Master Shen is very good at singing. If this happened in Beimang, General Zhang might not be his opponent." Zhang Ruoyu applauded.
Long Fei grinned and looked deeply at Zhang Ruoyu: "I still think General Zhang sings better."
Han Jiangxue gasped.
Looking at the ungrateful look of Beimang Marshal Long Fei, could it be that the world-famous General Zhang is also from this group?
Just when tens of thousands of people were cheering for Shen Yunchao, a powerful singer, and the atmosphere was about to reach its peak, a dark figure suddenly appeared on the stage.
He kicked Shen Yunchao in the stomach and said with a stern face: "Shut your stinky mouth and get out of here!"
The one who came on stage to beat people was none other than Dou Xiandong.
A military general who brought Shen Yunchao to the memorial service, but lived in the shadow of Zhang Xiangbei all his life!
