Captain Zhao turned around and sent for his men. After a while, he saw all the 18th regiment except those who were on guard and sentry, surrounding them. There was a lively competition among the troops.
I saw Captain Zhao discussing with several battalion commanders, and then shouted: "Dajin, you go first, you can pick anyone from them."
A strong man walked out of the crowd. The man took off the gun and bullet bag he was carrying, and walked in front of the teenagers to observe them carefully.
This man named Dai Jin is a martial arts practitioner at first glance, and he also has a sense of pride in his heart. Although he is asked to pick people at will, he can't go too far. In addition, he is also the number one master of the Eighteenth Regiment, so he can't fall into the group.
The majesty inside.
He picked the stronger one among the young people and said, "Just you, little brother, let's order until we finish."
He was pointing at Sun Dazhu, the operations team leader of the transportation team. Sun Dazhu was so happy that he hurried forward, but was held back by Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen looked at Captain Zhao with a smile and said nothing.
Captain Zhao suddenly woke up, oh no! Someone else's lottery had been taken out, but his own had not yet landed. What should he use as a lottery? As he was frowning and thinking, he saw the smiling tiger boy staring at his waist. Pistol? Okay.
Captain Zhou took off his armed belt and pistol holster, put it on the ground and said: "This is our lottery, if we lose, it belongs to you."
Zhou Wen smiled and let go of his hand, closing the door and letting Sun Dazhu go.
The two came to the middle of the field, held each other's fists and performed a military salute, and a battalion commander said: "Start."
I saw that Sun Dazhu had already rushed out, and he punched his chest with his right hand, and the black tiger dug out his heart. The man named Dai Jin was not in a hurry, his feet were in a lunge, his left hand was raised horizontally, and his right hand was ready to counterattack.
No, why was it so strong? My arm was so painful that I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I also moved my right hand to block it, but it still didn't work. I quickly backed away.
His expression changed. First, it was because it hurt. It really hurt. This kid's hands were made of iron.
Secondly, because Sun Dazhu also punched with his left hand, the same black tiger punched out his heart, so he had to retreat again.
But retreating was not as fast as moving forward. Sun Dazhu stepped forward and bullied him, and before his fist power disappeared, he hit his chest with his elbow. He felt short of breath, his whole body became weak, and his face turned pale. He felt like suffering.
If you try again, you'll be injured.
Sun Dazhu, however, had already withdrawn his body and stood, bowed his hands and said, "This eldest brother, I accept the concession."
"Well done," "Brother Dazhu is so skilled." All the teenagers cheered in unison.
The Eighteenth Regiment was completely silent, they were all shocked and depressed. This Dai Jin was an expert in the army who had defeated all the Eighteenth Regiment. He was defeated in just three moves, and he was beaten before he could fight back.
Sun Dazhu happily picked up the armed belt with a gun on the ground, walked over and handed it to Zhou Wen. Zhou Wen patted his shoulder, casually hung the armed belt on his shoulder, still smiled and stared at the left waist of Captain Zhao and said: "Next game
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When Captain Zhao took a look, he had no choice but to take off the telescope box on his left side and put it directly on the ground without saying anything.
This time, the masters from the 18th Regiment did not dare to be too big, and they were not embarrassed. They pointed directly at Zhang Xiaoping, who looked the youngest among the teenagers and had a baby face, and said: "This little brother, don't talk about me.
Bullying you for being young is a rule set by your superiors, isn't it? It's just you."
All the teenagers laughed. Zhang Xiaoping is now firmly ranked as the third master of the transportation team. Zhou Wen and Miaohua who have entered the Qi Jinjing can beat him, and it is not easy. Others are trying to challenge him in sparring.
There's nothing you can do about it, the movement is too fast, you can't hit him, but he can hit you from time to time, it hurts.
One time, Xu Dacheng, a fool, refused to accept it. His whirlwind leg caused cramps in his feet, and he still couldn't touch Zhang Xiaoping's side. In the end, he was exhausted and was beaten in several places. He cried like a ghost and asked Zhou Wen to massage and heal his injuries.
You can't blame Junior Brother Xiaoping for being ruthless, it's because he's so shameless and refuses to admit defeat!
When Captain Zhao saw the faces of the young men, he knew that his subordinates might have made a mistake. He wanted to pick a soft persimmon, but ended up picking a hard one.
What kind of monsters are these teenagers? Why are they so full of lies?
After Zhang Xiaoping came out, he also smiled and saluted the master: "Brother, this is not bullying me, let's get started."
The master didn't dare to wait for the opponent to attack. He regretted the selection just now. This baby face is probably even more powerful than the one just now.
Why are all these teenagers smiling? It's really eye-catching to see.
Take the first shot now, prepare to make a tentative attack, and then stop at the first moment, leaving behind the force.
But as soon as he went out, he couldn't take it back. His wrist was grabbed by a small hand, and with the help of his own strength, he pushed his arm and hit him in the chest. The master quickly used his other hand to hold it, and the two arms collided together.
It's all painful and numb.
Are you playing against each other? Or are you just playing with yourself?
All the young people laughed, even the soldiers of the 18th Regiment laughed. It wasn't that they were no longer depressed, but the gap was too big and there was no comparison. Let's just watch the fun.
The master's mind was a little confused, so he quickly distanced himself and put up a protective posture with his hands to prevent the opponent from attacking.
But, people pinch?
The poses and shapes are flawless, showing off the style of an expert.
But it's all about playing in the air, because the person in front is missing.
The bystanders all bent over with laughter, and even Liu Ruoshui couldn't help but laugh.
"Behind, behind." The brothers of the 18th Regiment became anxious and began to help.
The master was also anxious. He turned around with a loud shout and punched three times in an instant, attacking instead of defending. These three punches were so powerful and the moves were so continuous that he actually achieved a level that he had never experienced before in his life.
, can be called the pinnacle of work.
But, what about pinching? Don’t you mean behind your back? My brother is also cheating? He’s playing with the air again.
At this time, Zhou Wen heard a chuckle from behind, and a familiar accent: "Nonsense."
Zhou Wen had long noticed that the principal and a group of officers came to the crowd of onlookers shortly after the competition started, but he remained calm and pretended not to know.
This play is meant to be performed for everyone to see. Firstly, it shows that one is determined to retaliate against others, and secondly, one shows everyone that one is a little bandit who came out of a bandit's den and only takes advantage without suffering any losses.
All of these, including what they said during the meeting, were to prevent the principal from taking him and the transport team too seriously, which would eventually backfire and force him to stay.
The best thing is to give him a small reward, oh no, a big reward, but he feels that he cannot be reused, so he has sent himself far away.
At this time, the master was going crazy. He turned around and couldn't see his opponent. The people next to him stopped laughing. They were all shocked by Zhang Xiaoping's movement skills.
Everyone saw it, no matter how the master turned around, Zhang Xiaoping stuck to the master's back like a plaster, his speed was extremely weird.
