The train continued to move.
This was what Zhang Beixing demanded.
The small soldiers at the Wu Country border had all been taken care of by Zhang Beixing, one slap after another.
If he was in a good mood, Zhang Beixing would be slightly gentle, only breaking a couple of bones, which wasn't a big problem.
But those who looked unpleasant to Zhang Beixing, coupled with those with bad attitudes, like the one who first aimed the gun at Zhang Beixing.
Zhang Beixing certainly didn't hold back.
One slap down, and it took most of their lives.
This squad wasn't large, just about twenty people left, and only the cook was untouched by the beating.
This was left intentional by Zhang Beixing.
If all were incapacitated, who would take care of these twenty people?
After all, they remembered Zhang Beixing's face.
If it was revealed later, Zhang Beixing would be directly responsible for their deaths.
Tut tut.
That would undoubtedly be a diplomatic disaster.
