Seeing that the old man surnamed Han was ready, Leng Feng didn't waste much time.
He hit him head-on with a punch.
From an outsider's perspective, Leng Feng's punch was fast, brutal, and powerful, and it was completely used against the enemy.
However, Leng Feng probably still showed mercy. His punch was aimed at the chest of the old man named Han, and was not aimed at the fatal throat or head.
But as the third toughest man in the Four Elements Group, Leng Feng's punch was powerful enough to weigh hundreds of kilograms. If he received such a punch firmly, not to mention that the old man was already old, even a strong man like Heizi would be able to do it.
Can't stand it.
What's more, despite the great power of this punch, anyone familiar with him knows that this punch is just a feint.
If the opponent retreats or blocks, followed by his second punch, followed by his leg, kick or knee, as long as he attacks first, unless it is an attack for attack, he will only be attacked by him.
Keep pressing and beating.
Although Leng Feng does not belong to the strong body type, he has long physical strength. Anyone who fights against him will only be beaten by his violent fists and kicks as long as his physical strength is weaker and his flaws are exposed.
There are always competitions in the army, but Leng Feng, who is not that big, has beaten many big soldiers who rely on brute force to make a living.
As soon as this punch was delivered, in the eyes of Li Jijin and the two special forces soldiers, the frail old man surnamed Han was already doomed.
The only thing they are worried about now is that Leng Feng doesn't want to break this old man. After all, he just didn't reveal his strength and didn't do any damage. If he really breaks it, it won't be good for Yue Yiman and his mother.
explain.
Obviously, they really thought too much.
The old man also punched, not to block, but to fight!
The two palms hanging down by his sides suddenly clenched, and he moved forward boldly, without dodging or dodging. He rushed forward and punched, two punches against one, and the three fists smashed together.
There was a muffled sound of "Bang!", which made Li Jiujin's eyelids jump as he watched the battle.
He was sure that if it were him, he wouldn't know if his wrist was broken or not, but his fist must be swollen.
This old man must be a lunatic.
At such an old age, you can actually be so head-on?
Leng Feng may not have expected that the old man would confront him head-on. Heartbreaking pain came from between his fists and fingers, but to this tough guy in the army, this pain was nothing. With anger flashing in his eyes, he was wearing Japanese clothes.
The foot in the cowhide boots suddenly bounced forward and kicked forward, like a fierce poisonous snake heading straight for the vital part of the old man's abdomen.
If he received this kick, he would have to lie down for at least a day to recover. If the old man reacted quickly and dodge to the right, Leng Feng would regain the advantage.
Unexpectedly, the old man had no intention of evading. One hand turned into a fist and he firmly grasped Leng Feng's wrist. The other hand slid down and pulled horizontally, just like fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea, just waiting for Leng Feng's ankle. With a sudden force, he would
Leng Feng, who was standing on one leg, lost his balance.
Leng Feng's reaction was also extremely quick. While withdrawing his right hand from the restraints, he directly used his strength to hit him. His whole body flew into the air, his body suddenly twisted, and his original supporting leg performed a roundhouse kick directly towards the old man's head.
If there was still some strength left in the front, Leng Feng was really firing at this moment. Two moves showed that the old man surnamed Han really had some strength. With his full output and strong Japanese leather boots, he could not be killed by this kick.
Also disabled.
The old man dodged this time, ducking slightly and narrowly dodging Leng Feng's blade-like kick.
However, Leng Feng's attack was still not over, and the old man's leg caught in his hand also took advantage of the situation and kicked hard. The first leg was a killing move, but the second leg was a more fatal killing move.
Very gorgeous and even more fierce.
There are no routines, it is completely the most direct reaction in the electric light and flint, using every move to kill, a typical soldier's actual combat method.
Faced with such an attack, the old man had only two ways, either to hide again, or to block it forcefully, and kick it with at least two hundred kilograms of leg strength. Even if he blocked it, he would still have to pay the price.
Therefore, the old man continued to hide, and his body suddenly twisted, as soft as noodles, and he dodged the kick with agility far beyond his age.
However, Tang Dao frowned slightly.
Because the old man was too close to Leng Feng's body.
Yes, Leng Feng, who attacks with two legs like iron spears, should have forced his opponent two meters away before he could stand back up and attack again. Otherwise, with his current state of not landing, once the opponent got too close to him,
It would be extremely detrimental to him.
Perhaps, it is no longer a disadvantageous issue.
There was no chance for Leng Feng to stand firm.
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The old man surnamed Han, who had dodged Leng Feng's legs, suddenly bullied him and bumped his shoulder hard, hitting Leng Feng's chest directly as one of his feet had just landed on the ground, and forcefully knocked Leng Feng away three to four meters.
The air seemed a little solid at that moment.
Even Tang Dao seemed to be shocked, his eyes suddenly widened.
Battalion Commander Leng Feng and Leng Leng, the third toughest general of the Four Lines Regiment, who once monopolized two Japanese infantrymen and killed them all, were the first to launch an attack and were killed by a single guy in just three moves.
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What's even worse is that the opponent is just a bad old man in his fifties or sixties, and he is still standing there with an expression on his face and his heart not beating.
This special one is too magical.
Li Jiujin's mouth can completely swallow a goose egg. No wonder the old man just said that you guys can come together! I'm really not bragging!
"Captain Li, come with those two kids!" The old man surnamed Han looked at his former chess friend Li Jiujin with a half-smile.
"I won't come!" Li Jijin refused decisively. "I'm not a masochist. Camp Commander Leng can't beat you, Old Han, and I can't beat you either. Niu Er, Heizi, you are young, you can come together."
"You can win with a gun, but you can't win with your fists!" Heizi shook his head decisively.
After fighting for such a long time, the two recruits' horizons have long been opened. It is not that difficult to admit that others are better than themselves in certain aspects. What is important is that they have confidence in the guns in their hands.
This is not a battlefield. If it were a battlefield, they were confident that they would be the ones who survived.
"Good guy, Uncle Han, this is a Bajiquan routine that also incorporates the concept of Tai Chi!" Tang Dao shouted as if he was stunned.
Leng Feng was no match for the old man named Han, which did not surprise Tang Dao.
A master of Chinese martial arts who can make him wary, can't even defeat Leng Feng, who comes from a wild background and relies solely on his physical fitness and killing instinct?
What shocked Tang Dao just now was not the old man's original "Bajiquan" head hammer. Cangzhou Bajiquan, which originated from Shaolin Bajiquan, with its unique style of strong and violent force and "hit, collapse, squeeze, "Reliance" is the characteristic of martial arts, and it has become the representative of the most violent and fierce boxing skills in Chinese martial arts.
But the ghostly movement of the old man who had just dodged Leng Feng's two feet, which was like holding a willow in the wind, was obviously not what Bajiquan, which is famous for its fierceness, should have. The kind of boxing that is hard yet soft, and soft yet strong, actually made him feel uncomfortable. Tang Dao found a sense of familiarity.
Yes, what really shocked Tang Dao to the point of losing his voice was not how strong the old man was, but the fact that he could fly his own warriors with three moves.
Rather, Tang Dao is very familiar with this kind of boxing technique.
When he was young, he didn't know how many times he was beaten by the boss who had this kind of boxing technique in the training ground. At that time, he was like Leng Feng, as hard as the sharpest knife. He was knocked down without any suspense, and it wasn't until he was beaten too many times that he finally grew up.
This also allowed Tang Dao to survive when he later performed a mission and faced the top mercenary with terrifying iron elbows and knees in the tropical rain forest who once kicked a bison to death and was known as the 'God of Death'. That one.
With the combination of strength and softness, the martial arts was able to retain more physical strength after resisting the opponent's violent first wave of attacks, and finally strangled the terrifying opponent to death with a guillotine!
Tang Dao has come to this era, but he has not yet shown the basic skills to suppress the situation. Those scumbag Japanese are not worthy of his Tai Chi method. Just the eight extremes of strength have already killed them.
But now, he actually saw the familiar boxing skills from the past.
"I didn't expect that Captain Tang is also a master in this. Han has not flexed his muscles so freely for many years. Why don't Captain Tang come and give me some advice?" The old man surnamed Han smiled casually and actually invited Tang Dao to fight.
No one dared to regard this old man as an old man anymore, not because he defeated Leng Feng before, but because of his demeanor of fighting no matter who you are.
Just like the fearless Zhao Zilong in Nagasaka in the past.
"I wonder if Uncle Han knows about Ma Guomen?" Tang Dao strode forward and asked tentatively.
That was the name of the fighting instructor who beat him all the time but was as close as a brother. Because he was born in a frontier fortress, his grandfather named him Guomen, which means he will defend the country in the future. All the fighting techniques of Tang Dao were learned from him.
"Ma Guomen? Who is he? I don't know!" The old man surnamed Han was slightly stunned and shook his head.
"Oh, no, I should ask you if you know Ma Quanda." Tang Dao patted his forehead. He was talking about the name of the person decades later. For this person's current age, I'm afraid he will have to live to be 100 years old. .
Unexpectedly, as soon as Tang Dao said this, he seemed to have violated some taboo.
I had just fought with Leng Feng, and I didn't see how excited the old man was. But when I heard this name, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I stared at the Tang Dao. My beard and hair were not moving in the wind, and my whole body was charging up. I made fists with both hands, as if I was leading someone with one head.
The devouring beast.
This chapter has been completed!