The first thousand five hundred and forty-eight chapters weak little devil
"Go away. There is an interesting academy"
boom.
As He Zhenzhong's cold voice sounded, the two little Japs standing in front of the Japs Colonel felt as if they had been hit head-on by a speeding train. The irresistible gravity surged in, cracking, terrifying bones.
There was a cracking sound, and the two guys were shocked. They knew that their ribs had been broken. However, they had no choice but to watch as they flew backwards.
Bang, bang, bang.
The two handles automatically fell to the ground, but they were both cracked, with small cracks all over the body.
one strike.
Just one blow.
Broken, people flying upside down?
Everyone was frightened, with a look of horror on their faces.
"Is this the God of War of our motherland?" a guy said dully.
"Gulu." The other guy couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and then said: "Too, too strong."
"No one can stop it."
Singaporeans are all rejoicing and grateful that their ancestors gave them Chinese blood. Otherwise, they would really be dead today. How could they have been protected by such a powerful motherland?
And those little devils were so scared that they almost pissed themselves. I have seen fierce ones, but never such fierce ones. Are these still the sick men of East Asia? Are these still those Chinese people who only know how to eat, drink and have fun, and have extremely poor physical fitness?
?
horrible.
terrible.
Compared with these Chinese people, they are the real sick men of East Asia, some little devils thought uncontrollably. Interesting Academy
"Uh-huh, you"
Hearing the painful voice of the colonel, the little devils around him came to their senses one by one and quickly lifted him up. However, it was of no use as their colonel was already strangled by He Zhenzhong's neck.
"Baga, let the colonel go."
"Put it, put it, put it."
The guy couldn't speak anymore, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. Although the Japanese were all short, like dwarfs, there were still strong ones, such as those fat pigs playing sumo. And their captain
Even though he came from a sumo wrestling family, although it was not that exaggerated, he was still full of fat. But now, he was lifted up by that Chinese man by grabbing his neck with one hand?
Is this the power of the God of Death?
At this moment, the surroundings were quiet, you could hear a pin drop, and everyone was shocked.
Since being promoted to general and commanding major battles, He Zhenzhong has not taken action for a long time, but this does not mean that his strength has deteriorated.
"If you want to kill me, are you worthy?" He Zhenzhong looked at the little devil's face that turned purple due to lack of oxygen, and said disdainfully: "I said that no one can kill Chinese people wantonly, so you must die.
"
What?
Is this guy going to kill someone in public?
Thousands of little Japanese soldiers around are going completely crazy. Do they really think they are just decorations? Does this damn guy really think he is a god and invulnerable to swords? He actually wants to kill their commander in front of them.
Snapped.
He Zhenzhong raised his left hand, grabbed the guy's right hand, slid his right hand from his neck, pinched his left foot, and then concentrated all his strength on a pair of arms.
"No"
Wow.
A cloud of blood flew away, and the screams suddenly broke out