chapter 290 Where is the dignity of a general?

The whole place was dead silent.
Zhang Zhengming's hands were shaking and veins were bulging all over his body, as if he was cutting his own flesh.
Soon the ground before him was covered with medals, insignia, and uniforms.
He was wearing a camouflage tactical vest, revealing muscular bodies as hard as rock, and his dark skin was covered with dozens of horrifying scars of varying sizes.
There are traces of sunburn, scars from training injuries, scars from fighting on the...