Gasping heavily, looking at the people opposite him with a sense of fear...

Compared to Zhang Zhenjun standing behind him, those who really started to do it obviously had a deeper feeling! Although the battle just now seemed to have not had much effort, but what about it?

Sneaking the pain hidden under their clothes... Are those people's legs made of iron? Are those people's palms made of knife, and are they still sharpened? And are those people's eyes? They are hawk-eye, right? Otherwise, no matter how they defend, they can't defend the oncoming palm and kick. They are knocked here and patted there... Solemnly declare that they are definitely not the kind of delicate young men and weak scholars. They are definitely straight and straight iron men, real men who bleed and sweated on the battlefield! But for Mao?! For Mao clearly does not use weapons and does not see blood, but they can make them so painful that they can't roll around on the ground and scream!

The most important and what makes them feel most desperate is the feeling that the guys on the opposite side bring to them when they are playing against them - to make you play!

That's right, it's just teasing you, just like the cat catching a mouse and not eating it, but teasing it. It's so bad that it's so funny that it's so easy to tease you, and as long as they want, they can take your life invisible at any time, making you feel like walking on a cliff on a cliff all the time. In fact, everyone has a feeling that as long as the person on the opposite side thinks, they can kill themselves and their people at any time. Even if they retreat safely now, the horror of dying at any time still cannot be dissipated!

Therefore, they subconsciously surrounded Zhang Zhenjun in the middle and made a defensive posture, as if they were guarding against those people on the other side who would suddenly attack their head coach.

"Who are you..." gently pushed away the person in front of him, Zhang Zhenjun asked with a stern face, "Report your number, don't make a misunderstanding, it's better for your own family to beat your own family!"

"Look at what General Zhang said, our surname is Feng, your surname is Zhang, and your family is far apart. No matter how you are, you can't get a family, so don't mention it if you are not your own family~" Although he knew that Zhang Zhenjun wanted to ask, Feng Honglin deliberately messed with him.

This guy is becoming more and more annoying! Zhang Zhenjun looked at Feng Honglin with bad eyes, and once again, he was extremely sure that even if he was not caught in the middle of the Feng family, he and this annoying boy were definitely enemies and not friends, and he could not get along with him! So he simply ignored Feng Honglin, but looked behind him, looking at the group of people suspected to be from the Northern Frontier Army, and the most likely one was from the Supreme Commander of the Northern Frontier Army, Prince Wu...

Some people ignored him.

A sense of anger flashed through Zhang Zhenjun's eyes~

"Have you ever reported to Prince Wu during this trip? Prince Wu is the most rigorous in governing the army. If he knew you were against your comrades-in-arms, have you ever thought about the consequences?!"

"What consequences? Is this more important? Prince Wu will be proud of them when he knows their righteous deeds today!" Feng Honglin gave the answer directly, then grinned his lips, and showed a smiley expression, "If you don't believe it, you can ask yourself!"

What does this mean? A very bad premonition arose, and the strong sixth sense cultivated on the battlefield kept warning him, and something extremely bad for him was about to happen!

"What? General Zhang, don't want to tell me, you still can't understand what I said so clearly, right?" Feng Honglin made a small expression that we were really anxious about your IQ, "Come on, Dangdang Dangdang..., let's tweet you to introduce someone solemnly. Well, maybe I don't need me to introduce you to who you are. Even if he doesn't know you, you should know him too!" As he spoke, Feng Honglin stepped aside, gave up his position C, waved his hand hard, and the cos variety show host's most standard guide to the guest's standard gesture of "a red heart to the sun"...

"Next, please invite our heavyweight guests to make a brilliant appearance, and everyone welcomes you with applause!" After saying that, Feng Honglin raised his slap and began to applaud a series of "papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa

This worry-free boy~ Feng Zhenwu couldn't help but complain in his heart, then adjusted his posture and walked out with a steady pace...

"Wu, Prince Wu..." Zhang Zhenjunke, who blurted out that Pi Feng Zhenwu's identity, did not dare to recognize his eyes~ Where is he, who is he? Is he having hallucinations? Otherwise, why would he see Prince Wu here?!

"General Zhang, it's so majestic! The Zhang family is so majestic!" Feng Zhenwu's voice seemed to be frozen on a layer of ice, cold and hard, just about to smash the person to death.

"No, no~, Wu, Prince Wu..." Zhang Zhenjun was at a loss for a moment.

"Oh, what, General Zhang is denying Prince Wu's identity? Do you think Prince Wu is fake, and we were looking for someone to pretend to be?" Feng Honglin grabbed Zhang Zhenjun's grammatical illness and provoked him sarcastically.

"Biao, I dare not to mark it~" Zhang Zhenjun said quickly, suddenly he straightened his body, thrust his body, and tried his best to both his heels, and saluted Feng Zhenwu with a standard military salute, and shouted, "Northern Army, Zhang Zhenjun, the vanguard general of a certain family, met the commander!"

Prince Wu, the head coach...

Almost in an instant, everyone could guess Feng Zhenwu's identity~ This person must be their patron saint of northern Xinjiang, the head coach of northern Xinjiang, and the prince of Wu Feng Zhenwu!

Worship, respect...

This is the standard reaction of the subjects of the Fengluan Dynasty when they saw Feng Zhenwu. For the subjects of the Fengluan Dynasty, Feng Zhenwu is like a living land god. It is precisely because of the existence of Feng Zhenwu that the people of the Fengluan Dynasty are protected from the plunder of the barbaric northern people. With the butcher knife, Feng Zhenwu is the living guardian god of the Fengluan Dynasty!

In an instant, the people around him were shorter, and almost everyone could not help but greet Feng Zhenwu with excited expressions. Even the hands brought by Zhang Zhenjun were no exception, and their expressions seemed even more fanatical than those around him. Because compared to this ordinary person, they really had fought with those brave people in the Northern Xinjiang to understand the terror of these people in the Northern Xinjiang. If Prince Wu had not led his army to block the cavalry of the Northern Xinjiang people, they would have thought that their country had been destroyed long ago...
Chapter completed!