Dou Xiandong kicked General Zhang's coffin, and the crowd was excited.
The Beimang Army's eyes were fierce, and their bodies were filled with murderous intent!
Tens of thousands of military cadets roared crazily, trying to cut Dou Xiandong into pieces!
Everyone was furious!
"How dare you be disrespectful to General Zhang!"
Shen Yunchao gritted his teeth!
Now, he is the only one on the stage.
The only one who can protect General Zhang's coffin is him!
It was as if the bow that thousands of Beimang soldiers sang with him just now gave Shen Yunchao infinite courage.
He actually waved his fist and hit Dou Xiandong on the head!
This punch will cost you your life!
Bang!
Dou Xiandong kicked Shen Yunchao in the handsome face. With a thud, he fell to the ground and fainted on the spot.
"Bei Mang army gathers!"
In the crowd, a Beimang general shouted angrily.
Thousands of Beimang troops quickly moved closer, but in an instant, they had already assembled into an army!
Afterwards, no one gave the order.
However, the five thousand Beimang troops mobilized in full force and approached Dou Xiandong with a solemn look on their faces!
Even the tens of thousands of military students behind them were furious and followed closely behind the Beimang Army.
Want to avenge General Zhang!
The scene was completely out of control!
But at this moment, a young man in black clothes and black trousers walked up to the coffin in full view of everyone.
His expression was calm and there was no trace of sadness or joy.
But as soon as he stepped onto the stage, the five thousand Beimang elites in the audience seemed to have received a military order from General Zhang himself, and the entire army stopped!
"stand at attention!"
General Beimang shouted.
Bang bang bang!
The whole army straightened their backs and showed no expression on their faces, but inside, they were in turmoil!
General Zhang is dead, and they don't even have the chance to salute the man on the mourning platform!
"Take a break!"
Long Fei didn't know when he stood in front of Beimang's army and shouted in a deep voice, "Stand where you are!"
He took in all the Beimang Army's subconscious reactions to Zhang Ruoyu.
Looking at the mourning platform with scarlet eyes.
"Who are you?" Dou Xiandong's thin lips parted slightly, his brows filled with disdain.
He was familiar with all the senior generals in Beimang.
Except for Zhang Xiangbei, he has met everyone and even interacted with them more than once!
At this moment, even if it was Long Fei who came on stage, he would recognize it!
At least, this former follower of Zhang Xiangbei is the new generation of Beimang Marshal.
As for the man who stepped onto the altar and stood in front of him, not only did he look ordinary, he didn't even have the aura of a strong man about him!
Why did he come up?
When Dou Xiandong came this time, he was filled with anger, hatred, and the humiliation he had endured for ten years!
He was unwilling to let Zhang Xiangbei die like this!
He wants the whole world to know that the Chinese military is not just the Beimang Army!
The Chinese God of War is not just Zhang Xiangbei!
"I'm not anyone, just a Beimang cook." Zhang Ruoyu walked towards Dou Xiandong step by step and said calmly.
"Cook?" Dou Xiandong was obviously stunned.
He didn't expect that he would even kick Zhang Xiangbei's coffin in his anger.
The one who came to trouble him was actually a Beimang cook?
"There is no one in Beimang?" Dou Xiandong said coldly. "Send you a cook?"
"I've dealt with you enough."
After Zhang Ruoyu said that, he raised his eyes and said calmly: "Am I starting?"
The words just fell.
Zhang Ruoyu was moved.
He raised his legs and bent his knees.
Bang!
His knees were pressed against Dou Xiandong’s lower abdomen.
In an instant, Dou Xiandong's veins were exposed and he looked painful.
The internal organs seemed to have been smashed into pieces, and the blood was surging!
A very simple action, given Dou Xiandong's fighting ability, would be very difficult to hurt him.
But after Zhang Ruoyu completed a complete set of actions and Dou Xiandong felt severe pain, he reluctantly reacted and opened Zhang Ruoyu's knees.
His body even staggered back four or five steps before he could barely stand still.
Dou Xiandong's face was ashen, he was sweating profusely, and his mouth and nose suddenly felt sticky. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and found blood on his hand.
He looked at Zhang Ruoyu in horror.
It’s unimaginable that a cook in Beimang could have such lethal power!
Zhang Ruoyu, who had completed the attack, just walked towards Dou Xiandong with an indifferent expression.
Then, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed Dou Xiandong's hair.
This action is simpler and less lethal than the knee strike just now.
Dou Xiandong also tried to stop it.
But he didn't stop him.
Because my hair is short, pulling my hair will hurt even more, and my head will feel like it’s being torn apart!
"It's enough to vent, why kick the coffin?"
Zhang Ruoyu's voice was extremely calm.
The movements of his hands were extremely rough.
Bang!
Zhang Ruoyu grabbed Dou Xiandong's head and slammed it against the coffin!
In an instant, Dou Xiandong's face was covered with blood, which was shocking.
"You woke up the dead souls of Beimang."
Zhang Ruoyu spoke calmly, pulled Dou Xiandong's head and slammed it into the coffin again.
Bang!
"Now that you're awake, let's kowtow three times."
Bang!
Dou Xiandong was hit three times in succession.
Even though his face was covered in blood and his skin was torn, he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.
He couldn't defeat this cook, he admitted it.
Let him kowtow three times to Zhang Xiangbei!
He admitted it too!
No matter how hateful or angry he is, no one can erase Zhang Xiangbei's meritorious service and tragic death for his country!
But he is not willing to give in!
Why can't it be him, Dou Xiandong, who died fighting for the country?
Why does it have to be Zhang Xiangbei who is lying in the coffin!
I, Dou Xiandong, have also spent my whole life in the military, and I train like crazy every day!
Why do you want to die for your country without fighting on the battlefield!?
Seeing that Dou Xiandong, who had suffered a bloody head and bleeding, was still full of unwillingness and grief, Zhang Ruoyu did not blame him.
After kowtowing, he forgot about the festival that woke up the dead souls in Beimang.
Click.
Zhang Ruoyu suddenly made an astonishing move.
A move that even Dou Xiandong couldn't understand and wanted to stop him!
Zhang Ruoyu, the coffin is opened!
"What are you doing!?" Dou Xiandong shouted angrily.
Kicking the coffin just now was an act of grief and anger because he couldn't control himself.
But Zhang Ruoyu opened Zhang Xiangbei's coffin with his own hands!
When Dou Xiandong saw the pile of Beimang tokens in the coffin, he froze.
The anger, unwillingness, and despair on his face suddenly turned into admiration and respect!
Dou Xiandong regarded Zhang Xiangbei as his lifelong enemy.
He knows Beimang very well.
He knew that the Beimang Army would issue Beimang tokens to all recruits, and Beimang had an unwritten tradition in the past ten years. After Beimang soldiers died, their ashes were transferred to their families, and the soldiers' Beimang tokens,
Stay in Beimang.
But because Beimang often performs secret missions, no one except Beimang knows how many Beimang soldiers have sacrificed for the country in the past ten years!
At this moment, Dou Xiandong was trembling all over as he looked at the mountain of Beimang tokens, his face full of remorse and guilt.
"Zhang Xiangbei is generous. He doesn't care when he is kicked out of the coffin by an acquaintance." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "But are you familiar with these Beimang souls? How many of the names on the token do you know?"
Dou Xiandong trembled uncontrollably.
Witnessed by tens of thousands of people, he knelt down in front of the coffin without hesitation, banged his head several times, and said in a hoarse voice, filled with endless guilt, "I'm sorry for disturbing you all."
