I, carry the coffin and set out to protect China

Wu Yuanlang was startled for a moment, and then said, "Old man, we should leave the war to our young people. You should stay at home and take care of your health."

"Yes, you need to report in advance to go to the battlefield, and you are not suitable for your age?" said an officer next to him.

"You think I'm old?" Ye Feng glanced at the officer and said calmly.

"hiss!!"

"It's so powerful and murderous." The officer met his eyes, shuddered involuntarily, and lowered his head.

"Old man, going to the battlefield is not a joke. If you are not careful, your life will be gone. The Ye family has already paid enough for the country. You can't go anymore. You should go back." Seeing Ye Feng standing there, there was no Going back, Wu Yuanlang persuaded again.

"I have been a soldier, and I know the dangers of the battlefield. This time the monsters invade, the country will not be safe, and we are needed even more."

"Although I'm old, my bones are still hard. I've made up my mind, so don't persuade me any more."

"This time on the battlefield, first, to take the bones of my children and grandchildren home, and second, to fight for the last battle for the country."

"Even if you die in battle, you will have no regrets." Ye Feng said.

"." Take Yuanlang's eyes were moist.

The old man came with his coffin on his back, he must have been ready to die on the battlefield.

The heart of serving the country is admirable.

It would be unwise to obstruct further.

"Old man, if you can take a punch from me, we will allow you to go to the battlefield?" A black-faced instructor next to him said to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng glanced at the black-faced instructor lightly, "Okay."

"Zhang Chao, strike softly," Wu Yuanlang said.

"I know." Zhang Chao chuckled, clenched his fists, and made a joint noise.

Everyone retreated immediately. They knew that Zhang Chao was very powerful. Before joining the army, he was an introductory disciple from an aristocratic cultivation family.

Although he has not stepped into the realm of the legendary warrior, but in the secular world, there are few opponents.

Wu Yuanlang told him that he was afraid that he would hit Ye Feng hard.

"Don't hold back, let the horse come over." Ye Feng said.

"Don't keep your hands, I'm afraid it will hurt the old man." Zhang Chao smiled, and with one step, he came to Ye Feng, and slapped Ye Feng's chest with his palm.

Although he slapped Ye Feng, Zhang Chao kept his hand. When the palm was close to his chest, he changed from slapping to pushing. He didn't want to hurt Ye Feng, and he thought it would be enough to push him down, so that he could let Duan go. With the idea of ​​going to the battlefield, he can rest at home to cultivate.

"This amount of strength is too small." Ye Feng smiled slightly, grabbed the palm of the hand that he pushed, and gently moved Zhang Chao forward, his center of gravity was unstable, and he lay on the ground.

"hiss"

"Zhang Chao actually lay on the ground?" Witnessing this scene, all the people watching the battle were taken aback, and even the corners of Wu Yuanlang's mouth twitched.

"Old man, good skill."

"This time, I'm going to do my best." Zhang Chao stood up from the ground like a carp, laughed, and slapped Ye Feng again.

This time, he used [-]% of his strength to knock Ye Feng to the ground.

"The strength is still low." Ye Feng still didn't move, grabbed Zhang Chao's palm again, released the palm force from his hand, and with a light stroke, Zhang Chao fell to the ground again.

Falling to the ground twice, Zhang Chao's face was dull, and he stood up again with a gloomy face.

"Grandpa, this time, I will not hold back my hands and do my best." Huh, a violent wave was brought out from both palms, and slapped towards Ye Feng.

"Peng." Ye Feng's face remained unchanged, he raised his palm and patted it.

There was a loud noise, the wind and waves broke, turned into a breeze and disappeared. Zhang Chao flew a hundred meters and hit the ground heavily, unable to stand up for a while.

Although he is old, his rich combat experience and skills are still there. Coupled with his current martial artist status, Zhang Chao was easily defeated.

"hiss"

"Instructor Zhang was actually defeated." Witnessing this scene, everyone was shocked again.

"Who is this old man?"

"It's so powerful?" Everyone in the vicinity gathered around and talked a lot.

"Punch me again." At this time, Zhang Chao stood up again, pointing his toes, flying his body into the air, clasped his fists together, and smashed at Ye Feng.

When Ye Feng clenched his fist, a ball of dark red light enveloped him, and he was about to strike.

"Instructor Zhang, stop." Wu Yuanlang's face darkened, and he sternly shouted.

"Tong!" Zhang Chao abruptly withdrew his fist in mid-air, spun around, landed firmly on the ground, scratched his head, "I know how to measure, I just want to stop the old man."

"You have already lost." Wu Yuanlang said.

"I"

"Back off." Zhang Chao said again, but Wu Yuanlang called him back.

"Old Ye, since you insist on going to the battlefield, we won't stop you. We will add one more quota. After you register with the registrar, you can leave. I hope you will kill a few more monsters on the battlefield and pay your respects." Motherland." After a moment of silence, Wu Yuanlang spoke.

"Yes." Ye Feng nodded, turned and left.

He first went to the nearby registration office, and after registering his name, he stood behind the line and walked towards the high-speed rail.

Wu Yuanlang didn't say another word, and watched him go away.

He knew that going to the battlefield this time might be a farewell.

"Colonel Wu, who is that old man?" Several hosts came over and asked Wu Yuanlang.

"Master Ye Feng." Wu Yuanlang said.

"Master Ye Feng!" Everyone was startled.

"Is it Ye Feng, the grandfather who joined the army for three generations, and his three sons and one daughter died heroically, Mr. Ye?" Mian Mian, the host of Zhonghai TV Station, asked.

"Yes." Wu Yuanlang nodded.

"Three sons and one daughter died in battle, and the old man carried his coffin back to fight again."

In an instant, everyone looked at the old man carrying the coffin.

After that, an old man appeared on all the TV screens in Zhonghai City.

The host spoke passionately.

"Yesterday, Master Ye's [-]th birthday, but all three sons and one daughter died in battle."

"No one is with me."

"Today, the old man carried his coffin and went out to fight, which is admirable."

"Our Zhonghai TV Station, City TV Station, Evening News."

"Salute to Mr. Ye."
In the entire Zhonghai City, everyone looked at the thin figure on the big screen in awe.

"It is our pride that Huaxia National can have such a person."

The mayor's office, the mayor and a group of officials looked at the TV screen and raised their hands in salute.

Ye Feng's white hair fluttered and his black robe fluttered. He carried the coffin on his shoulders and walked into the carriage resolutely.