"One thousand five hundred and fifty meters, flagpole on the top of the mountain, ready. Baidu search for Literary Network"
Even, in this short period of time, the American soldier had dedicated all the praises he could think of to their God, of course just to pray that God could bless the sniper to shoot more accurately.
One minute, two minutes.
The expressions of the people around him all changed. Just now He Zhenzhong was shot with a bang. Why now that he is here with the US military, he feels like he is constipated and can't squeeze out no matter how hard he squeezes.
Aiming again and again, calculating again and again, the American sniper's face showed a rare smile, and he pressed his fingers down slightly.
boom.
Everyone quickly looked towards the top of the mountain and saw that the red flag was flying happily in the wind.
The U.S. Army Lieutenant General's face was immediately filled with disappointment. He didn't even know where the bullets had gone. He immediately cursed God in his heart. Of course, he didn't know that if their almighty God dared to control China,
The thing is, I'm afraid the Buddha, Bodhisattva, heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals have already bombarded the scum.
The US snipers failed, and the Korean snipers simply gave up.
Winning two games in a row, and both of them so quickly and neatly, it was a completely overwhelming victory, without any suspense, and without even giving the opponent a chance to struggle.
At this moment, both the US and South Korean troops felt a huge sense of oppression.
Although He Zhenzhong stood there with a faint smile on his face, this smile was like a devil's smile in their eyes, full of fatal danger.
The third game is an empty-handed fight.
The black man, who was nearly two meters tall and looked like a hill, came on the court with a sneer, twisted his neck, and shrugged. Immediately, the muscles in his chest were beating slightly, revealing the powerful explosive power lurking underneath.
He is not a heavyweight at all. Standing in front of a black man, He Zhenzhong is like a child who has not grown up. His figure looks so thin, and his height can only reach the black man's chest.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, the black man smiled cruelly and raised his fingers at He Zhenzhong.
He Zhenzhong shrugged, stamped his right foot on the ground, and rushed forward like an arrow from the string, rushing straight towards the black man.
The U.S. Army Lieutenant General crossed his arms in front of him with a look of disdain. If He Zhenzhong could still win, he would write his name backwards.
call.
Rushing in front of the black man, He Zhenzhong stopped suddenly, jumped on his feet, twisted his waist hard, and swept his right foot out.
"Tan legs."
boom.
His feet felt as if they had been kicked on a steel plate, even a little painful. He Zhen's heart condensed. He was indeed as strong as an ox. These black and white people were born with an advantage in physical fitness and size.
With his right foot blocked, He Zhen twisted his waist, quickly rolled his body twice, clenched his right hand, and sent a heavy punch whizzing by.
boom.
This time the feeling was more obvious, it was no different from hitting a steel plate.
Two consecutive attempts had no effect. He Zhenzhong did not dare to delay. The fate of Miao Lang was already there. He kicked his foot on the black man and used his strength to retreat quickly.
The black man did not pursue He Zhenzhong, but stood there with a sneer on his face, raised his right hand, raised his middle finger and shook it at He Zhenzhong.
In fact, no one thought that He Zhenzhong could win. Even Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei didn't have much hope for He Zhenzhong. After all, the strength of the two sides seemed to be too different.
There was no smile on the face of the US Army Lieutenant General. After all, in his opinion, how could such a thin Chinese be his opponent? Winning is a matter of course, so he felt that this could not wash away the previous two games.
of shame.
"System Lord, Daliwan."
"Yes, host."
He Zhenzhong has not forgotten what he won in the previous lottery.
As soon as the Dali Pill was used, He Zhenzhong immediately felt that his whole body was filled with a violent force, which came in endlessly and almost burst his body.
Phew, He Zhenzhong let out a heavy breath, his eye circles turned red, as if he was in some kind of violent state, and he looked at the black man.
Seeing that He Zhenzhong still dared to look at him like this, the black man became angry. These Chinese people are as annoying as monkeys. They are obviously not strong enough, but they still dare to provoke him like this, huh.
He clenched his hands and his fingers immediately made a crackling sound.
"e(Come on)." The black man once again raised his fingers at He Zhenzhong. This time, he must catch this hateful Chinese monkey and throw it to lie at the feet of their general.
Huh, He Zhenzhong gasped and stamped his right foot.
boom.
Everyone clearly felt the slight trembling on the ground. They widened their eyes and looked at He Zhenzhong.
boom.
Taking advantage of the recoil, He Zhenzhong pounced towards the black man again.
call.
A heavy punch roared past.
The black man smiled contemptuously. His legs were much stronger than his hands. Was the Chinese monkey frightened? He raised his hand casually and blocked it in front of him.
Boom.
The black man's face immediately changed, and a look of pain appeared on his brow. A huge force came from He Zhenzhong's fist, making him feel as if he had been hit hard by a galloping bull.
Kick, kick, kick, the black man took three steps back.
What? The people watching the battle immediately widened their eyes, wondering if their eyes were dazzled.
He Zhenzhong didn't say a word, but took a step forward, and another heavy punch whizzed by.
The black man gritted his teeth, but He Zhenzhong actually fought him off, which was unforgivable. He held back his strength and punched out with the same punch.
boom.
Kick, kick, a hint of pain appeared on the black man's face, and he took three steps back again.
He Zhenzhong said nothing, stepped forward, and punched again.
boom.
Black people take three more steps back.
Another punch.
boom.
Deng Deng Deng.
Strong, extremely strong.
Although He Zhenzhong didn't say a single heroic word, or even open his mouth, at this moment he made the blood in the bodies of all the victims at the scene boil with a swish, their breathing became rapid, and they felt a wave of
Excitement from the deepest part of my heart.
If you look down on us and laugh at us, why bother saying anything? Just hit us with a punch.
Although it was simple, just punch after punch, everyone felt the violence hidden under He Zhenzhong's calm appearance.
The faces of the US military were a little bit ugly. The most powerful and fierce men among them were actually beaten back by a skinny and weak China in such a simple way.
The black man’s face was completely distorted, his teeth were almost broken, and he stared hard at He Zhenzhong, (you have completely angered me).”