Chapter 372 I will swear to the death to defend General Zhang’s lover
In a dimly lit room.
Four old foxes were sitting casually on the sofa or chairs.
Zhang Ruoyu sat by the window and slowly lit a cigarette: "Instead of establishing four war gods in the middle and young generations and focusing on cultivating successors, it is better to expand the unparalleled war gods to eight."
"This is not appropriate." One of the white-haired Wushuang Gods of War said seriously. "You are already called Wushuang. If you do eight of them directly, it is still Wushuang."
"Is four unparalleled?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.
"I'm used to hearing it." Another unparalleled war god said. "And if we make eight, the gold content will be low, which will affect our historical status."
"Xiao Zhang, although you are presiding over the meeting, you have retired after all. Can you please stop stretching your hands so far? You just feel jealous that we are just lying on our merits and showing off our power, right?"
The fourth unparalleled God of War also got excited: "The status I have now was not achieved by a single shot back then. I was not as good at publicity and had such a sound god-making system like you back then!"
Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and glanced at the disgusting old fox: "How about we practice?"
"I gnawed pig's trotters the day before yesterday and chipped one of my teeth. How can I practice hair training?" The incomparable God of War was frightened on the spot.
"If we don't expand Wushuang, there will be fewer four war gods. How will the quota be divided?" Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette. "Long Fei has to be counted as one, right? Qin Hanshan is blocking the door. If he doesn't give his son one, he can let you go.
Go home? How many hard battles have Beimang fought in these years? Are we not allowed to set two more examples?"
"How about eight?" the old general who had announced the news of General Zhang's death on TV hesitantly.
"There are four in Beimang, and the entire army has eight? What do you mean? Beimang accounts for half of the country? Doesn't this dampen the enthusiasm of the brothers' troops?" Another unparalleled war god who wanted to occupy two places said with ulterior motives.
"Ten?" Another unparalleled war god suggested. "Outstanding young people can produce ten, and the young war god will pick out ten key cultivations. It is not too much, and it can also reflect the strength of our Chinese military."
"I agree." Zhang Ruoyu raised his hands.
"Agree."
"Second."
"Me too."
Next, is the second topic.
Some gods of war suggested that Beimang is now too popular and has too many elites. It is time for the crow to feed back and create an ecosystem that will transform the entire army into Beimang.
"The theory is good, but the idea is too advanced and difficult to carry out." Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of tea and said calmly.
An old fox wanted to curry favor with Zhang Ruoyu, so he euphemistically said: "Those who come from Beimang are not submissive and difficult to manage. If they mess up, they may destroy the already healthy ecology of the local army."
"And if the Beimang Army is really transferred to another place, who will be held responsible if the mentality explodes and the attitude is ruined?" Another old fox supported.
"Beimang's main focus is elite aces. It's hard for the country to have such an ace. There's no reason to go back."
"Otherwise, let Beimang hold a training camp every year, and bring local elite troops into Beimang's special assault training. On the one hand, we can strengthen the local troops, and on the other hand, we can also learn Beimang's advanced theories. Once the training period is over, we will
Everyone goes back to his own home and finds his own mother." The last old fox confided the truth.
Zhang Ruoyu looked around and became angry: "Special training is very expensive. If you are willing to pay, I will promise it to you on Long Fei's behalf."
"The place is not as good as Beimang, and the financial pressure is huge..." an old fox said euphemistically.
"What do you mean? Free sex? Eat Beimang's food, drink Beimang's food, and then run away after special training?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned.
"We are all brothers, so it would be pointless to argue like this..."
"Are you interested?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.
Originally, Dragon Fei was supposed to be here today.
But that kid was stupid and was very afraid of the unparalleled big guys, so he entrusted Brother Zhang to come to the meeting.
Long Fei said on WeChat that he would come in person, at least one layer of his skin would be peeled off by these old foxes.
"No more quarrel, no more quarrel." The white-haired Warrior God of War persuaded. "How about Beimang regularly sends a group of elites to the local area for actual combat exercises, so that more troops can participate and the local government can bear the burden."
"How much does it cost..."
An old fox sighed.
The other two old foxes also looked embarrassed: "In the past few years, everyone has been saving money when they could, and life has been difficult..."
Negotiations reached a deadlock.
Zhang Ruoyu casually flipped through the outline of tonight's meeting, and there are more than a dozen more to follow. It is estimated that Brother Zhang may not even be able to go home after the meeting is held until dawn.
Just five minutes ago, Xuebao sent a WeChat message saying that she recognized the bed and couldn't sleep, and asked Brother Zhang if he could go home early tonight and hang out another day.
"Okay, we all come to Beimang for special training. The expenses are Beimang's, but Beimang has the right to pick a few good seedlings." Zhang Ruoyu took a step back.
"no problem!"
Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, not worried at all that the good seedlings would be snatched away by Beimang.
You can go to Beimang in large numbers for further study without spending a dime. You can choose a few of them, but not all of them will stay. The cheapest one is the place.
Regarding the follow-up issues, Zhang Ruoyu cuts through the mess quickly and will not suffer any losses if he can.
If you suffer a small loss, forget it.
At least it's better than Long Feilai.
All Brother Zhang can do is try his best.
Half past two in the morning.
Si Da Wushuang smiled from ear to ear. One of them refilled Brother Zhang's cup of tea and lit a cigarette. Le's eyes narrowed.
"General Zhang, although you have retired, our relationship is still there. If you have something to do in the future, it doesn't matter. As long as it can be done, I will definitely do it for you." Several old foxes expressed their opinions one after another.
Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette and curled his lips and said: "A few old goblins who are almost 400 years old in total, what should I do with you?"
The four of them were just being polite.
I really can't even handle Zhang Xiangbei.
They come and it's all in vain.
Ding dong.
Xuebao sent another WeChat message.
"Brother Zhang, what time is it? I'm almost exhausted. I miss you, my dear."
Zhang Ruoyu suffered a big loss and dealt with the last issue. He stood up and said, "We're done talking, let's go home."
Several old foxes walked to the door before returning to the room.
After a short silence, the white-haired old fox said calmly: "Find someone to retrieve Zhang Xiangbei's WeChat records just now..."
"He is Zhang Xiangbei..." The other old foxes were a little worried. "If he finds out, he will beat us to death..."
"Don't you want to know why Zhang is so talkative this time? In such a hurry? In the early years, he wouldn't let us out of this door without killing us."
"Fight! Check hard!"
When the answer was placed in front of the four old foxes, the four powerful and unparalleled war gods looked at each other, and finally gave a conclusion that sounded a bit absurd.
"In a word, I will devote my whole life to defend General Zhang's lover to the death!" an old fox said loudly.
"Whoever dares to destroy the marriage of the legendary war god General Zhang is China's bloody enemy." Another old fox said.
"The crime deserves to be punished!"
"Purpose for treason!"
The declaration made by the four old foxes at this moment was just like the oath taken on the first day of joining the army, solemn, holy, and full of glory.
