Master is not like this when he usually trains them...
He is very cold.
He often stands alone in a corner, viciously monitoring the training of devil warriors...
His eyes were so fierce that he wanted to kill someone, and his whole body was full of hostility, like a devil...
What's going on?
Wasn't it just a kick?
Even if you are old and your bones are still brittle, you won't be broken into pieces with just one kick, right?
And, Master, why are you kneeling on the ground?
Aren't you here to break Zhang's legs?
When your knee landed on the ground, there was a loud bang. Could it have damaged your knee?
"Master, let's get up and talk..."
A devil warrior pulled the master.
Tang Yilong was as steady as a mountain, unable to pull him away...
"Master's leg seems to be broken..." Tang Yilong assessed reasonably.
Just kneeling heavily on the ground, it is reasonable for the knee to be damaged, and it is also normal for the leg to be broken for a year and a half.
"Broken?"
Another devil warrior frowned and said: "Master, even if I kneel like this a hundred times, my leg will not be broken. How can you..."
"My master is in his fifties, and his bones are brittle..." Tang Yilong glared at his beloved disciple.
Can you please stop opening and picking up which pot?
Do you really want Zhang Xiangbei to break my legs?
Do you really want to go to Beimang to raise pigs?
"Master, my disciple will avenge you!" The faces of several devil warriors were ferocious, and murderous intent was bound to appear.
"Stop." Tang Yilong waved his hand and stood up tremblingly with the support of his two disciples.
"This is a personal grudge between my master and him, and has nothing to do with you!" Tang Yilong gritted his teeth. "When I recover from my injuries, I will come to Binhai to fight him to the death!"
"Let's go!"
Tang Yilong waved his hand and wanted to withdraw.
"Let you go?" Zhang Ruoyu blocked Tang Yilong's path and said indifferently.
When the devil warriors saw this, they thought Zhang Ruoyu had gone too far in deceiving others, so they all geared up to fight Zhang Ruoyu to death.
"What else do you want?" Tang Yilong shouted in a deep voice, not daring to show his cowardice.
"Bring water." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.
My eldest uncle Han Shixiao immediately brought a pot of hot water.
Before he could react, a pot of 100-degree boiling water was poured on Tang Yilong's 37-degree face.
In an instant, Tang Yilong, known as the fifth unparalleled God of War in China, had his face burned like a monkey's butt, red and hot.
"You..." Tang Yilong was extremely angry.
But he stretched out his arms to stop the excited devil warrior.
"Let's go!" Tang Yilong showed the most ferocious eyes and said the most submissive words.
"You can leave," Zhang Ruoyu wrote lightly. "These seedlings must stay."
"What do you mean!?" Tang Yilong was furious...
"Didn't I just say that? They all have to go to Beimang to raise pigs." Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Li Daheng. "General Li, capture them."
"Do it!"
Li Daheng understood and waved his hand.
A group of heavily armed coastal special forces controlled the unarmed devil warriors.
"Let my disciples go!" Tang Yilong's heart was cut by a knife, and he was bleeding like crazy.
"If you want, go to Beimang to find Long Fei." Zhang Ruoyu walked towards the trembling Tang Yilong and said word by word. "It's a pity that such a good seedling is left out as a thug. Go to Beimang to raise pigs and benefit the whole party."
Bar."
"They are mine!" Tang Yilong roared, emotional.
"Not now." Zhang Ruoyu narrowed his eyes and said, "Send their files and resumes to Beimang later."
"You..." Tang Yilong was heartbroken.
Aren't you just here to repay your kindness?
Aren't you just here to give the little old lady a show of strength?
He never dreamed that Zhang Xiangbei, who shocked the world, was simply a fucking bandit and robber!
Not one of his beloved disciples who have been cultivating him for more than ten years is left, and they are all going to be sent to Beimang to raise pigs!
Now that your beloved disciples are gone, won’t you be alone again?
Even if he becomes famous in the future, he still has to say that he came from Beimang and his merit lies in Beimang!
He has nothing to do with Tang Yilong!
"Xiao Tang." Zhang Ruoyu lowered his voice and said calmly. "Do you want them to live like Tang Yilong or live like Zhang Xiangbei in the future?"
Tang Yilong's body trembled and his eyes turned red.
He looked at the group of disciples who looked at him for help in astonishment, and his heart was as sharp as a knife.
"Listen to me!"
Tang Yilong gritted his teeth and became emotional: "Go to Beimang and crush those self-righteous Beimang troops! Let those superior Beimang troops see that the soldiers trained by me, Tang Yilong, are no worse than them!"
"If you can't be famous, don't fucking come back to see me!"
The group of devil warriors were so excited that their eyes filled with tears.
Most of them are orphans.
Tang Yilong was raised by soaking in feces and urine.
He is said to be a master, but more like a father and son.
Tang Yilong had deep resentment and hatred in his heart.
Therefore, the soldiers trained are also very violent.
They were the best ones selected by Tang Yilong after traveling thousands of miles across the country.
They are carefree, like a blank sheet of paper.
Tang Yilong could paint them however he wanted.
The reason why Tang Yilong decided to send them to the army as soon as possible was not only because they were old, but also because he no longer dared to teach them anymore.
If you continue to teach, you will teach badly.
Do you really want these gifted children to become street rats like yourself in the future?
This is not why he brought these children out of the backcountry.
Even though Tang Yilong has a bad reputation and is known as the Devil God of War.
But he still has a pure military soul in his bones!
"Yes, Master!" The devil warriors saluted Tang Yilong, who was also their master and father.
"Get out!"
Tang Yilong's soul seemed to have been hollowed out.
I dare not face these disciples who I have brought up since childhood.
"Xiao Tang, why don't you do a full show? I'll kick you twice on the knee?" Zhang Ruoyu looked at Tang Yilong's hard knees. "If you go back to Beijing like this, will the Shangguan family feel that you didn't use your full strength? So I'm heartbroken.
Angry?"
"Zhang, you are going too far!" Tang Yilong was immersed in pain, but Zhang Xiangbei almost broke his Taoist heart.
He suddenly raised his head, only to find that Zhang Xiangbei was looking at him with eyes filled with admiration.
Um?
If I read it correctly, the eyes of Beimang Legend General Zhang are filled with admiration for me?
Tang Yilong straightened his back slightly, his eyes were arrogant, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
"Those old guys told me that except for your character problems and personality flaws, you are far better than them in other aspects." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette and said calmly. "In peacetime, you are not as good as they are in keeping a low profile and biding their time."
, if it were placed in a war era, you would be stronger than them all."
"At first I thought they were just pretending to be polite to the losers from the perspective of the victors, but today I saw the troops you led."
Zhang Ruoyu narrowed his eyes and said, "Tang Yilong, you still have two brushes."
"No big deal." Tang Yilong took out a pack of old-fashioned Plum Blossom cigarettes from his pocket, but couldn't find a lighter.
Snap.
Zhang Ruoyu took out a lighter and lit one for him.
Tang Yilong tilted his head and accepted Zhang Xiangbei's lit cigarette with trembling arms. He also protected the flame with one hand, very professionally.
Zizzi.
The cigarette was lit, and through the diffuse smoke, Tang Yi Longzai took a closer look at Zhang Xiangbei's ordinary but straight facial features, and asked in a trembling voice: "You don't blame me?"
He is Zhang Xiangbei!
He wanted to break his leg, but instead of blaming himself, he even lit a cigarette for himself...
"If you had been less selfish and less chasing fame and fortune, how many good soldiers would you have brought to China over the years." Zhang Ruoyu took a deep look at Tang Yilong. "Maybe you could have created a second Bei Mang team for China.
The army is here."
Tang Yilong's heart felt like it had been hammered.
A cold sweat broke out on his back, and his eyes when he looked at the young man in front of him who was lighting a cigarette had undergone earth-shaking changes.
He finally understood why the young man in front of him could create immortality and become a legend, but he was doing nothing and was reduced to a street rat.
Pattern has nothing to do with age or even experience.
Great leaders may really need talent.
"Thanks."
Tang Yilong's eyes were dry. He had been wronged for half his life, his heart was racing, and he couldn't help himself.
