In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

The originally "happy" atmosphere was shattered by Dou Xiandong's kick.

His eyes were sinister, and a cold light flashed on his stern face.

Everywhere he looked, there was even more murderous intent!

It was as if this farce had completely angered him and made him intolerable!

"Are you fucking sick!?"

Shen Yunchao almost vomited bile after being kicked.

This grandson is so damn cruel!

Shen Yunchao was so angry that he didn't understand what he was doing to General Zhang by singing a song to see him off!

I was personally invited to the stage by General Long!

The escort is still the Eight Heavenly Kings of Beimang!

Why do you, Dou Xiandong, tell me to get out? !

Is this your territory?

"What a wonderful funeral, and it's a mess for you!"

Dou Xiandong's dark eyes glanced coldly at the tens of thousands of people in the audience, and a murderous aura erupted from his body.

"Zhang Xiangbei, as the leader of the Beimang Army, has spent ten years of hard work cultivating the military flag of the country! A man who represents the image of a soldier and symbolizes the authority of the military!"

"But you pretended to be crazy and caused trouble at his funeral!"

Dou Xiandong stood high and overlooked everyone.

Between the brows, there is anger!

Shen Yunchao was scolded by this. Instead of feeling anything, he cursed angrily: "My surname is Dou! I was personally invited to the stage by General Long Fei! The Beimang Army in the audience also sang together!"

"Beimang doesn't even think there's a problem, why are you gesticulating here?!"

You, Dou Xiandong, are very popular in the military department!

But can you fucking compare to the Beimang Army?Can you compete with Marshal Long Fei?

Can you compete with General Zhang lying in the coffin?

No one said anything, so why do you?

Dou Xiandong's face darkened, and his sharp eyes stared coldly at Shen Yunchao: "Don't talk about him Long Fei! Even if Zhang Xiangbei is alive! He has no right to make his funeral a farce! Make it a joke!"

Dou Xiandong's glare made Shen Yunchao tremble all over, as if he had been electrocuted.

He finally saw that Dou Xiandong seemed to be speaking righteously, but in fact, he was just looking for trouble!

Find fault with Beimang Army!

Find fault with General Zhang in the coffin!

Look at those weird words he said, as if General Zhang’s fame all over the world was made by the country and propaganda by the army!

If it's so simple, why doesn't anyone praise you?

There was an uproar downstairs.

Thousands of Beimang troops were even more furious!

A cold look flashed in Long Fei's eyes, and he was about to take action, but was held back by Zhang Ruoyu.

"This kid has been suppressed by General Zhang for ten years. He has been holding back a lot of anger. Let him vent." Zhang Ruoyu shrugged. "Our Beimang Army is not that small."

Long Fei threw a cigarette into his mouth and waved his hand, and the Beimang army who was about to move immediately stood by.

Dou Xiandong, they are familiar.

A person regarded by the military as the successor of General Zhang, a popular fried chicken in the military headquarters and outside Beimang.

Everyone firmly believes that Dou Xiandong will become a great talent!

But China already has Zhang Xiangbei, and all the halo has been given to Zhang Xiangbei.

Even though Dou Xiandong frequently attended important occasions and was named and praised by countless leaders.

But no one cared about him. People only knew about the Beimang Army and their god, named Zhang Xiangbei.

"He has a grudge against General Zhang?" Han Jiangxue narrowed her beautiful eyes.

"General Zhang has never met him." Long Fei curled his lips. "But this guy has always regarded General Zhang as his lifelong enemy, and he often criticizes our Beimang style. It seems that Beimang is unworthy and is a bunch of unorganized and undisciplined soldiers."

"Why?" Han Jiangxue asked curiously.

"Jealous." Zhang Ruoyu said word by word. “Jealousy changes a person beyond recognition!”

"Listening to what you said, Dou Xiandong should be considered a powerful figure. Why is he jealous of General Zhang?" Han Jiangxue asked with a frown.

"Because this guy who has no self-awareness always thinks that he is more powerful than General Zhang!"

"Because this shameless guy always feels that he was born at the wrong time. It seems that if he sits in General Zhang's seat, he will do better than General Zhang!"

"Xue Bao, do you think he is shameless?" Zhang Ruoyu wanted to ask Han Jiangxue for a fair evaluation.

"Silly bird." Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows.

Zhang Ruoyu twitched the corner of his mouth, he was not the one who taught him these words, it was Shen Yunchao.

Long Fei bared his teeth and smiled, giving a thumbs up: "Sister-in-law scolded me well! This grandson just needs to be whipped!"

After Dou Xiandong angrily denounced this farce funeral, he suddenly turned back and stared at the coffin with crazy and desperate eyes.

"Zhang Xiangbei! Why are you dead!?"

Dou Xiandong asked in a cold voice: "Why didn't you wait for me!?"

"I said! One day, I will defeat you with my own hands!"

boom!

Dou Xiandong, who was out of control, kicked the coffin violently: "Zhang Xiangbei! Get up!"

Under the attention of thousands of people, Dou Xiandong actually kicked General Zhang's coffin!

The crowd at the scene was excited and curses could be heard all the time. It was as if Dou Xiandong was chopped into pieces and buried with General Zhang.

Long Fei's eyes were also red, and he was furious!

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Long Fei lightly, then put out his cigarette: "Let's vent, why are you kicking the coffin? Do you have to show off your whip legs?"

"There are so many dramas."

Zhang Ruoyu took out his pockets with both hands and walked toward the coffin.

When Long Fei saw this, his heart trembled.

He never expected that his brother would actually take action.

But soon, he felt relieved.

Long Fei knew that Dou Xiandong had made the former Beimang Marshal, who was always known for his big plans, angry.

Even, angered!

If you kick Zhang Xiangbei's coffin, I might scold you, but you won't really get angry.

Even if the whole world wants to attack Dou Xiandong, I don't care.

But in the coffin, in addition to General Zhang's belongings, there was also Beimang's token worth 800 yuan from Beimang.

That was left behind by the [-] soldiers who had sacrificed their lives in Beimang in the past ten years.

These [-] soldiers were buried one by one by my own hands.

Their ashes were returned to their parents.

Their Beimang tokens stayed in Beimang.

Before his death, a soldier once said to Zhang Xiangbei with a grin: "Brother, when you die, bury my sign with you."

"Let's come again in the next life."