The beginning of the war of resistance made the young marshal kneel

Mrs. Zhao, Zhang Hanqing's biological mother, got up in a panic.

As soon as he thought of Zhang Zongqing, he took out his gun and went to Nianhuating to kill him.

The woman panicked.

"Butler, butler!"

"Let General Yang Yuting take people there, if you don't go there, Zong Qing will kill Han Qing!"

As he said that, Mrs. Zhao, Zhang Hanqing's biological mother, often went out.

But in front of Zhang Zongqing, the old butler, who was too frightened to let a fart go, held the door firmly.

"Madam, even if you kill me today, I will not let you out."

"If the second son knows that I have disobeyed him, he must kill me!"

The old steward's eyes were blind, he knew that Zhang Hanqing, the embroidered pillow, was not even qualified to be the second son's opponent.

So without any hesitation, he directly blocked Mrs. Zhao who was about to rush out the door.

"Okay, you actually, you actually sit back and watch their brothers kill each other. If Hanqing is really killed by Zongqing, I will kill you first!"

Mrs. Zhao is willing to listen to the housekeeper's explanation.

Zhang Hanqing is her only son, and she will fight her life for her son no matter what.

"Ma'am, don't be impulsive!"

"If General Yang is really asked to take someone there, the Eldest Young Master will be even more dangerous."

"For the current plan, the second son can only be persuaded if the commander-in-chief is invited back!"

After the butler finished speaking, Mrs. Zhao, Zhang Hanqing's biological mother, sat down dejectedly.

"Really? Are you sure?"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't stop muttering.

But knowing that Zhang Zongqing was terrifying, she was powerless!

Zhang Zongqing and Zhang Hanqing are two people, although the age difference is only two or three years old.

But their personalities are completely different.

A shrewd and competent.

A cowardly and incompetent!

Wu Shusheng from the direct lineage, Butcher Sun from the Anhui lineage, Boss Yan, Feng Touji and others.

Without exception, they all suffered a great loss under the hands of Zhang Zongqing, who had just grown up at that time.

Wu Shusheng, who was directly related, threw away his helmet and armor and fled with his life.

Wu Shusheng, who saved his life, has avoided Zhang Zongqing's sharp edge ever since.

When he met everyone, he would say, "Be like Zhang Zongqing when you give birth to a child!"

This also shows how terrifying Zhang Zongqing's strength is.

In fact, not only Mrs. Zhao and the butler, but also the whole Fengjun, they are not under Zhang Zongqing's shadow.

Such a strong Zhang Zongqing, only Zhang Dashuai can persuade him.

On the other side, Zhang Zongqing was carrying a Browning pistol, and was heading for the "Nianhuating" to kill.

Nianhuating is the famous Alley of Yanliu in Fengtian Prefecture.

Walking in it, there is a smell of powder into the nose.

The surrounding Yingge laughed and talked, and the charming and provocative voice came.

These women who rely on their bodies to make a living sway their wicker-like figures.

Let the bloody man have a strange thought.

In a certain attic in Nianhuating, there are a group of dudes lying limply on the bed.

Yingying and Yanyan were walking around watching the flowers, and there were maids helping these young masters hammer their thighs.

Zhang Hanqing likes to go shopping in Yanliu Street and smoke opium, which is the result of this group of young masters.

Enjoying the delicate skin of the maid, Zhang Hanqing touched it unscrupulously.

Then he lay on his side and smoked another big cigarette.

The whole person is in high spirits.

Almost in wonderland.

At this time, the eldest son of Yang Yuting's family also took a puff of cigarettes.

"Liu Zi, this place is not bad! I said earlier that this place is for enjoyment."

"A happy place for men!"

Yang Yuting's eldest son, Yang Weijie, smoked a big cigarette enjoying himself, and continued.

"Six, when do you think the commander-in-chief is going to pass the seat to you?"

"When you ascend to the position of commander-in-chief, the young commander-in-chief will become the commander-in-chief, and our group of brothers will be able to eat and drink spicy food with you!"

Enjoying the service of the maid, Yang Weijie got carried away.

On the other side, Zhang Hanqing was addicted to opium and beauty.

But it was as if someone poured a basin of ice water on his head, and the whole person jumped up.

"Yang Weijie, you can't talk nonsense. My father's seat belongs to my second brother."

"Even if you give me ten guts, you don't dare to compete for the seat with my second brother. I'm afraid you are crazy for saying this!"

The eldest son of the Zhang family who has been taught by Zhang Zongqing all the year round, how dare he go against his second brother?

Thinking of all these years, being oppressed by Zhang Zongqing makes her unable to lift her head.

Zhang Hanqing's back was covered in cold sweat.

"Six sons, let me say you, you are too timid, what is he, Zhang Zongqing? How can he always stand on your head and show off his might?"

"They are all the sons of the commander-in-chief, so you can't compete with him?"

"Sixth son, you are the eldest son of the commander-in-chief. There are many people in the military who fully support you. Don't miss this opportunity!"

Yang Weijie spoke earnestly.

"Yang Weijie, don't say it, be careful that it comes out of your mouth."

Another dude spoke up.

In their generation, they didn't see Zhang Zongqing's demeanor on the battlefield with their own eyes.

How dare you say such ignorant words.

Even Yang Weijie's father, Yang Yuting, dared not say this.

"What are you afraid of? Let alone Zhang Zongqing is not here, even if Zhang Zongqing is standing in front of me."

"I still say the same thing, what is Zhang Zongqing? He is not the eldest son, how can he be worthy of competing with my six sons? How can he compare to my six sons?"

"As far as I'm concerned, he's nothing but an embroidered pillow."

Yang Weijie made a lot of nonsense.

But at this moment, Zhang Zongqing, holding a Browning pistol, kicked the room open.

His cold eyes were like polar glaciers that would not melt for thousands of years, full of killing intent.

"is it?"

"You mean that I, Zhang Zongqing, are nothing?"

As soon as the words fell, the temperature in the entire space seemed to drop below zero degrees Celsius.

Looking at Zhang Zongqing who was carrying a Browning pistol, all the embroidered pillow boys and brothers were fighting.

How could they have expected that the second brother of the sixth son, Zhang Zongqing, would come to kill Yang Weijie as soon as he finished speaking?

Different from these dandies, the young man in front of him was killed all the way from the mountain of corpses.

Zhang Hanqing was so frightened that he almost fell over.

"Second...second brother, I...I didn't mean that..."

Zhang Zongqing glanced at the eldest son of the Zhang family, and then shouted loudly.

"Trash, I've lost the face of the Zhang family."

"The unworthy descendant Zhang Hanqing, kneel down for me!"

Almost without hesitation, the famous eldest son of the Zhang family, the head of the suave "four sons" of Huaguo - Zhang Hanqing.

With a "plop", she fell to her knees in front of Zhang Zongqing.

For a moment, everyone who saw this scene.

An uproar!

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Chapter 3 You have no bullets in your gun

Zhang Hanqing, the head of the four sons of the Hua Kingdom, Zhang Dashuai's eldest son, was actually ordered to kneel down by a man of about the same age?

The point is, did Zhang Hanqing really kneel down obediently?

Who is this guy?

"Isn't that Marshal Zhang's son, Young Marshal Zhang Hanqing? Why did he kneel down!"

"Who can make the handsome son kneel down? What is the identity of the son?"

"In the three provinces of Fengtian, besides the Marshal, who else is more powerful than the Marshal? Who can make the Marshal kneel down!"

"Could it be him? He's back!"

"Who is he, tell me quickly, who is the one you mentioned?"

Outside the private room, a crowd of onlookers made comments in amazement.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

Zhang Hanqing, Zhang Dashuai's eldest son, actually knelt down in front of a young man.

Is there anything more eye-catching than this?

Zhang Zongqing did not pay attention to the discussions of the people around him.

He just looked coldly at Zhang Hanqing who was kneeling on the ground, almost fainted from fright.

Not a word!

The more so, the more Zhang Hanqing felt a huge pressure on himself.

"Humph!"

Zhang Zongqing snorted coldly, and the cowardly Zhang Hanqing couldn't help but swayed.

But Zhang Zongqing didn't put all his attention on the eldest son.

He raised his head and looked at Yang Weijie who was still arrogant just now.

Zhang Zongqing naturally knew this dude.

If he didn't have a powerful father, this guy wouldn't even be an embroidered pillow.

But even Yang Weijie's father, Yang Yuting, the core figure in Fengjun, would never dare to be so arrogant in front of Zhang Zongqing.

"You just said, what am I, Zhang Zongqing?"

His gaze, like a falcon, was fixed on Yang Weijie.