Battle had just drank two bowls of wine and was still drunk. When he heard someone was about to wrestle, he immediately stood up, walked to the middle of the field, and said, "Who's going to go first?"
"Dema, you suggested that you play with Battle..."
"Timur, why don't you come up?"
"I can't throw Battle, and of course I can't get on..."
Battle stopped in the middle of the field. None of the Mongolian men around him dared to step in. Zhuang Rui was a little stunned when he saw this. He pulled Peng Fei and asked, "Is Brother Battle good at wrestling?"
You know, Mongolian men have always been tough by nature, and they will not cower even if they lose. Now that this kind of situation occurs, it can only be said that Battelle has scared them all.
"Of course, if he hadn't gone to the army, he might have been able to participate in the Olympics. He taught me wrestling..."
Peng Fei nodded. In terms of wrestling skills, he was not as good as Battle, but in terms of killing skills, Battle was far behind him.
Seeing no one coming up, Battle waved to Peng Fei and said, "Feizi, come here and let them see what my brother is capable of..."
"Okay, I'm still afraid of you. Dad, why don't you capsize in the gutter?"
On this occasion, Peng Fei felt as if he was back in the army camp again. A group of brothers gathered around to fight and compete. He was so excited at the moment that he pulled off his shirt, took off his watch and other items and put them on his body.
In front of him, he jumped to the middle of the field with a vertical step.
"Be careful, don't fall and you won't be able to get up tomorrow, hey!"
Battle let out a low cry, grabbed Peng Fei's right hand first, and inserted his foot very covertly into Peng Fei's ankle, just waiting to grab Peng Fei and throw him out with all his strength.
However, although Peng Fei was not as strong as Battle, his body was much more flexible. When he took a left step, he avoided Battle's hand and came to Battle's side.
Before Battle could turn sideways, Peng Fei lowered his head, bent his upper body, and hugged Battle's waist. He let out a loud shout and used both arms to pick up Battle, who weighed 1,890 kilograms.
"good!"
"Fall down..."
"Haha, Brother Battle also has a rival..."
"Peng Fei, good job, throw one down!"
The onlookers seemed to have suffered from Battle. Seeing that Peng Fei had the upper hand, they all started shouting for fear of causing chaos in the world. Some even rushed forward to cheer Peng Fei loudly.
Zhuang Rui was also infected by this kind of men's sport that combines strength and skills. With his drunkenness, he also stood up and shouted loudly, with a look of excitement on his face. If this was seen by some people in the industry in China,
I don’t know if I can still recognize this Taishan Beidou in the jade circle.
Battle was able to avoid those adults who fell when he was a teenager. Naturally, he was not in vain. Although his feet were off the ground at this moment, he did not panic at all. Instead, he leaned forward with his upper body lying on Peng Fei's body.
On his back, his arms hugged Peng Fei's waist.
At this time, Peng Fei was pushing forward when he was suddenly hugged around the waist. Before he could react, he felt a strong force and flew forward with his face upward.
The trick used by Battle was called an over-the-back throw, but after throwing Peng Fei out, his back also hit the ground. Of course, Peng Fei was more miserable in comparison, and he was knocked unconscious by this fall.
white.
"Well done, come again..."
"Haha, Brother Battle also fell to the ground..."
"Brother Peng is really capable. He can compete with Battle. It's amazing..."
Although Peng Fei was at a disadvantage this time, according to the wrestling experts in the field, Peng Fei had forced Battle to use his full strength. Even if they were eliminated, they might not be able to defeat Peng Fei.
Peng Fei rolled up from the ground like a carp, and after moving his body, he said angrily: "I'm not coming, I'm not coming, Dad, you'd better rely on your strength, otherwise you won't be able to fall out of me...
"
"Hey, you can't do it in terms of skills either..."
Buter was not exaggerating. For the Mongolians, wrestling is like riding a horse. It has become an instinctive physical reaction since he started wearing crotchless pants. If he had not underestimated the enemy at the beginning, he would not have been beaten.
Peng Fei hugged me.
Battle patted his chest and said with a smile: "If you are not convinced, let's come back. I have been home for so long, and I have never felt comfortable..."
Peng Fei curled his lips when he heard this and said: "Isn't it just because of your strength? How about we practice free fighting? I will definitely hit you and you can't find Bei..."
"This is Mongolia, not when we were in the army. I have the final say in the rules..."
When he was in the army, although Battelle was an equestrian and wrestling instructor, he was also a student in other sports. He would have been beaten badly by Peng Fei, but the friendship in the army was forged, and no one would hold grudges seriously.
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"Comparing strength?"
Peng Fei suddenly thought of something, glanced at Zhuang Rui, and immediately laughed, "Old man, don't look at your strength, but if you compare with my brother Zhuang, you are far behind..."
"Brother Zhuang? He is very strong?"
Barter was stunned for a moment after hearing this, turned around and looked at Zhuang Rui, shook his head and said: "No, Brother Zhuang doesn't seem to have been trained. Look at his figure, he has no muscles at all..."
It was summer in the grassland at this time. Zhuang Rui had just drunk and took off his coat. Now he was only wearing a tight elastic vest. Although he had some small muscles, compared with these Mongolian men, his skin was simply
It's as delicate as a woman's.
"Old man, you should not be judged by appearance. You have forgotten that our old captain is only a little over 16 meters tall and is very thin and weak. But I can beat you two without any problem..."
Peng Fei was talking about the top officer of their unit. Although he was called captain, he held the rank of major general.
In an army filled with arrogant and strong generals, no one with special skills can be exploited. The old captain in Peng Fei's words conquered his soldiers with fists and kicks. If they were not convinced, they would be beaten first until they were convinced.
"real?"
Hearing Peng Fei mention this matter, Battelle looked at Zhuang Rui suspiciously. He had been taught a hard lesson by the old captain back then.
"Really, if it's a competition of strength, Brother Zhuang can give you two hands with one hand..."
Peng Fei nodded solemnly. He was well aware of Zhuang Rui's strength. Just like the golden anchor weighing hundreds of kilograms, Zhuang Rui could lift it with one hand, and he could have the upper hand in a competition with King Kong.
In fact, Peng Fei was also puzzled. He asked Zhuang Rui several times whether he had taken some magical medicine when he was troubled on the pirate island. Otherwise, how could he have such great strength?
"Bartelle, what are you talking about? Come over for a drink..."
The onlookers saw Battelle and Peng Fei chatting shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the venue, and shouted to them to go back. There were Mongolian girls performing a song and dance show below. These two gentlemen were standing there, and no one else was there.
A good show, isn't it?
"My brother said that Brother Zhuang is even better than him. Should we ask Brother Zhuang to come off the field and practice..."
Battelle was a straight-tempered person, so he immediately said Peng Fei's words in front of everyone, but as soon as he finished speaking, the place suddenly became silent.
Although Peng Fei is not very tall, experts can tell at a glance that he is a practitioner. However, Zhuang Rui is a bit confusing. He is taller than Peng Fei, but the muscles on his body are too well-proportioned.
, does not seem to have any skill.
"Damn it, this brat is causing trouble for me again..."
Zhuang Rui cursed Peng Fei in his heart angrily. Just when he was about to refuse, a Mongolian man sitting not far from him stood up and said: "Brother Zhuang, how about... let's go down and practice too.
To help everyone have fun?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Rui raised his head and glanced at the buddy, and his heart skipped a beat. Why did this guy look so much like Battle? It wasn't the Battle on the court, but the guy who used to play basketball in the national team. His head was probably almost 2 meters tall.
If you are wrestling with yourself, don't bully others like this!
"Timur, this brother of mine can't wrestle, but he is very strong. You'd better compete with him. No... let's find someone else..."
Battelle came over and repeated what Peng Fei said just now, but he looked at Timur, who was obviously much bigger than Zhuang Rui, and shook his head, trying to find a comparison for Zhuang Rui.
A weaker opponent.
"Comparing strength?"
Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard this, "This is my strength, brother." He stood up and said, "It's okay, I'll test my strength with Brother Timur..."
"Brother Zhuang, can you do it? Timur's strength is a little smaller than mine..."
Battle looked at Zhuang Rui's little arm a little suspiciously. It was almost as thin as a firewood stick. It would be bad if he didn't get injured by Timur later. Others are always guests.
"Haha, don't be afraid, Brother Battle, I have been very strong since I was a child, and I have never met anyone stronger than me in my life..."
Zhuang Rui drank at least a pound of wine just now. Although this old wine was not very intoxicating at the time, it still had a lot of stamina. Zhuang Rui was a bit tongue-tied when it came to talking, and he even forgot that the word "humble" meant
How to write it.
"Okay, bring a table over here..."
If Battle stopped the competition at this time, he would be looking down on Zhuang Rui. He immediately asked someone to move a table and put it in the middle of the venue. He touched Timur secretly and whispered: "Be gentle later. If you have the courage to compete with us,
If you compete, you will be a good man..."
"Brother Battle, I know, can't I just use one-third of my strength for a while?"
Timur looked at his arms, which were almost thicker than Zhuang Rui's thighs. He couldn't help but think about it in his mind, would it be enough to use only a quarter of the strength?
