Now Ge Zhen has almost no temper, but this does not mean that his temper is not big, when he encounters this kind of thing, he will definitely lose his temper, it is nothing more than a relatively soft one.

But this kind of softness is the most ruthless and the most yin.

It's like some people in society have a bad temper and have a big temper, and when they encounter something, they explode immediately and scream and start working with each other.

In fact, this kind of person is not temperamental at all, but just uses this seemingly violent temper to flaunt himself and form a self-label.

If you are soft, he will be harder, and if you are hard, he will be soft.

The most terrible thing is that there is no expression on the face, but the person who can give you a knife at any time, this is the real temper.

"Isn't it a little too much?" Chekov's face was very ugly, and he stared at Ge Zhen and said, "You should know that this is impossible. ”

It is really impossible, such special forces represent a country, and this representation is all-round.

They only hoist their national flags, sing their own national anthems, and only have their motherland in their eyes.

On the other hand, if you let the right-hand company or soldiers sing someone else's national anthem to greet the comers...... Is it possible? When pigs fly!

So Ge Zhen's request is indeed excessive, the signal flag is a knife and a gun, they are not a military band.

Swords and guns have only one function - to attack.

"Just kidding." Ge Zhen said: "You can't even afford to make a joke, right? Your jokes that greeted me were funny, and my jokes were funny, too? Hahahaha......"

He burst out laughing, just like the other members of the Signal Banner had just greeted him, but he was the only one laughing.

You come and go, each other.

Ge Zhen didn't think that the invitation to let people sing the national anthem could be realized, let alone the signal flag, even if it was a regular army, it was absolutely impossible to do so, because it was related to national honor.

"It's funny." Chekov nodded, turned sharply and roared at the dozen or so people: "Queue, welcome!" ——”

The roar was filled with a wave of anger, and the good impression he had for Ge Zhen just now disappeared without a trace because of the other party's joke.

"The brave draw his sword, regardless of good fortune; Fight forever until you die! ”

At the roar, more than a dozen team members ran and divided into two columns.

"Bang!"

Stomping their feet neatly and dullly, the two columns of team members stood still.

"Turn right!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

"To the left, turn!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

The two columns of team members turned around separately, in unison, and the sound of leaning on their feet revealed the sound of a golden iron horse, and the breath from the world's top anti-terrorist forces permeated in an instant.

"Take a break! ——”

"Wow!"

It was a neat cross-stand again, and everyone held their heads high, carrying forward the temperament of professional soldiers to the extreme.

Whether a unit is strong or not depends first on its spirit, then on its ranks, and finally on the battlefield.

Because the style of a strong army must be very rigorous, and rigor will be reflected in the queue; Units whose combat effectiveness is not good will certainly not be able to work in style.

Seeing this scene, Ge Zhen's pupils contracted slightly, he could clearly smell the smell of the battlefield rushing, and he also realized that this army really lived up to its reputation.

Everyone's body exudes a powerful momentum, and the momentum of so many people is gathered together, which makes people feel that there is a battlefield filled with gunpowder in front of them.

"Please!" Chekov waved forward with a cold face, motioning for Ge Zhen to pass through.

"Please! ——”

The team members let out a neat roar, like a sudden explosion of thunder, reaching people's ears, and the eardrums were a little painful.

Murderous, bloody, tyrannical, and imposing...... At this moment, the signal flag unleashed all the temperament that would only appear on the battlefield without reservation.

Everyone's eyes were sprayed with a cruel light, and their bodies seemed to have been stained red with blood, like demons crawling out of hell.

Ge Zhen's pupils contracted, and his face changed.

"Please!" Chekov gestured again.

Is this going to scare people to death?

Yes, many people don't dare to walk into this kind of battle at all, and if they encounter a timid person, they may really be scared to death.

Ge Zhen took a step forward.

"Huh!"

Everyone's eyes turned, and the eyes containing blood and murder were fixed in his pupils.

Almost instantly, a sea of blood rose in Ge Zhen's heart, and he could clearly feel his blood boiling under these gazes, as if gunpowder met open flames.

Chekov next to him had a solemn face, and a subtle smile appeared in his pupils, he no longer had a good impression of Ge Zhen, and now he just wanted to see what this guy would be scared of.

"Hoo ......"

Ge Zhen exhaled lightly, retracted the foot that had stepped out, and seemed a little afraid to move forward.

"Why, don't you dare?" Chekov asked.

"I'm not dare, I'm ......"

"Please!" Chekov waved again: "This is our way of greeting guests with a signal flag, as long as you walk over, you are our friend." Of course, if you don't go over, it's nothing, it can only prove that you can't be friends, and it's impossible to take half a step into our signal flag. ”

These words are completely reciprocated, and full of disdainful provocation and ridicule.

It was Ge Zhen who they invited, but if Ge Zhen couldn't even go here, then the invitation could be invalidated.

They don't want to communicate with a piece of garbage, because it's too bad for their identity and too much for them to lose face.

Therefore, although this is just a queue to greet them, it is full of all the fighting will of the signal flag troops, and not everyone can withstand it, this is an invisible and intangible mental pressure, but it is real.

"Something." Ge Zhen thought for a moment, took a step back again and said to Chekov: "If only I could ......"

"I can get them to each take a step back." Chekov raised his chin and said proudly: "But then it will not be very respectful to you and your country, are you sure you want to do this?" ”

"Hehehe......" Ge Zhen said with a smile on his face: "It's not that they take a step back, but I heard that all the signal flags have matching knives, since they are here to greet them, why don't you pull out the matching knives?" I remember that you seem to have this kind of etiquette, which is very much in line with your identity as a fighting nation. ”

"Yes." Chekov stared at him.

"If you have, take it out, do you look down on me? Look down on the motherland behind me? If that's the case, you're losing your friendship. ”

Everyone didn't expect Ge Zhen to say such a thing, and Chekov was stunned for a moment, and immediately gave an order for each member of the team to take out their sabers.

"Khooth! Sonor! Sonor! Sonor! ……”

One by one, the swords were unsheathed and pointed in the direction of the forty-five degree sky, and the tips of the opposite knives were stacked on top of each other, and for a while, the murderous aura flew wildly, and the air seemed to be completely frozen.

Ge Zhen nodded, strode forward with his head held high, and walked calmly from under a saber that had formed a dark black color after being stained with blood all year round.

There is murderous aura in all directions, and the top of the head is even more murderous, and many people are afraid that they will not be able to move an inch if they are halfway through.

But Ge Zhen's face did not change color, he just walked through step by step, and each step was a standard 75 cm.

surfaces, such as sunken lakes; Breath, leisurely.

……