The burly platoon leader glanced disdainfully at Han Baihang, who was a head shorter, raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's talk about it first. When the officer asked who was injured, he was the one who touched it."
Han Baihang smiled maliciously. The words of the burly platoon leader were exactly what he wanted to say. He walked two meters in front of the burly platoon leader, stood a small step forward and backward, and crossed his fingers.
The burly platoon leader was not in a hurry to attack. He walked around the starting line and observed Han Baihang's lower plate. If he had any skill, he could tell from the lower plate whether he was good or not.
The soldiers formed a large circle. The first company applauded Han Baihang, the third company shouted for the burly platoon leader, and the second company booed and watched the show. Everyone shouted in confusion: "Come on, don't be a coward, don't be a fool!"
The burly platoon leader was the first to move. He clenched his iron fist as big as a casserole and rushed towards Han Baihang like a mountain. Han Baihang made a fake move and suddenly jumped sideways. The burly platoon leader jumped into the air. The moment he missed the air, Han Baihang stepped forward.
He kicked hard on the burly platoon leader's leg with his left foot. The burly platoon leader trembled and stood up straight with only half of his knees bent. His left hand the size of a leaf fan grabbed Han Baihang's leg, and the iron fist of his right hand hit his leg with a strong wind.
Belly. Han Baihang was stunned, secretly thinking that this big man's legs were very stiff. He stepped back with his left foot to accumulate strength. Using his right foot as the axis, he turned his body, tightened his thighs, and once again swept the burly row with a sharp whip kick from his left foot.
His long legs were bent, and he didn't know how much force he used. With a muffled sound, the burly platoon leader's tower-like body suddenly became shorter, and he knelt on his knees.
Han Baihang did not continue his attack. He took two steps back, hooked his hands, and said expressionlessly: "Get up and come again."
The burly platoon leader's face was red, and he was breathing thickly from his nose with anger and embarrassment. He held his hands on the ground for half a minute before he got up. His legs were still trembling, and Han Baihang still retained the whip kick just now.
Otherwise, he would use all his strength and the burly platoon leader would be crippled.
"good!"
"Instructor Han, well done."
The soldiers of the first company applauded one after another, and He Dayong applauded the loudest among them. Others did not know the details of the burly platoon leader, but he knew it very well. The burly platoon leader was named Wu Tiexiong, a native of Cangzhou, Zhili Province. He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child.
He is good at fists and kicks. He is famously powerful in the 3rd Division. On the battlefield, he is the master of beheading generals and capturing flags. If he had not often been drinking and causing trouble, I am afraid that the lowest he would be is a company commander now. He is quite popular under Wu Tiexiong.
He was beaten. He didn't expect Han Baihang to knock Wu Tiexiong down with three punches and two kicks. Now he is convinced of Han Baihang and admires him very much.
The soldiers of the Third Company were like eggplants beaten by frost. Wu Tiexiong was so arrogant that he recovered within a few minutes. He moved his legs and stared at Han Baihang fiercely, like a hungry wolf eating people.
Han Baihang smiled back and said, "The best way to fight against a man with brute force like Wu Tiexiong is to use chocolate to overcome strength and use anti-joint techniques. The leg jerking and bending just now was one of them. If he kicks Wu Tiexiong again next,
His legs were bent, and he was guaranteed to be unable to stand up straight for three days, but Han Baihang planned to do some hard work this time to completely impress this man.
Han Baihang was the first to take action. Thanks to his body's abnormal reaction ability, he remembered Jet Li's fighting style against Tsuyoshi Fujita in Fist of Heroes. He started with a boxing jump step. In the blink of an eye, he jumped in front of Wu Tiexiong and punched with his left hand.
Chest, right fist hits the door directly.
Wu Tiexiong did not dare to be careless this time, and used the skill of an iron horse to block the bridge. He blocked the punch from Han Baihang's left hand with one hand, turned his head to avoid the punch in the face, and approached Han Baihang with a long stride, raising his right foot slightly.
One foot high, it kicked his calf against the bone like lightning, and then the whole huge body was pushed towards him like a cannonball.
This set of close-fitting and sharp fast attacks is not like what Wu Tiexiong can do with his thick body. Han Baihang jumped to dodge, and at the same time, his fists rained down on Wu Tiexiong. This time he used the Wing Chun fast boxing from "Ip Man"
.It’s a pity that Han Baihang has a strong body, but he doesn’t understand the inner strength of Neijiaquan. The punches hit Wu Tiexiong’s rough-skinned and thick-muscled body without any pain. On the contrary, he couldn’t dodge and Wu Tiexiong hit him with one punch.
He couldn't help but take two steps back. His shoulders were so sore that he couldn't lift them up.
The two retreated as soon as they touched each other. They were two meters away from each other and looked at each other. Han Baihang secretly moved his right arm to relieve the discomfort in his shoulder. Wu Tiexiong was secretly frightened. With his eyes, he could naturally see that the second-class soldier in front of him was good at nothing.
Physically, but his boxing and kicking skills are really poor, otherwise he would have been put down long ago.
The two of them were spinning around, and suddenly Han Baihang started to move first. He stepped forward and threw off his two long legs. He kicked Wu Tiexiong sometimes from the front, side, sometimes with a downward kick, with a backspin kick, sometimes with a double flying kick, and swept the hall.
Legs, open and close. Faced with the storm of kicks, Wu Tiexiong was not to be outdone. When it came to kicks, he was naturally more authentic and used the tan kick in the north leg. The two of them were punching and kicking.
The people around me cheered.
During the fierce fight, facing Wu Tiexiong's violent punches and kicks, Han Baihang's mind went blank. He almost fought with his eyes closed. Some memories of the fists and kicks in his body gradually awakened, and the fragmented martial arts training fragments in his mind were just passing through.
Flashed by, gradually coming together and splicing together.
Time seemed to have stagnated at this moment. Wu Tiexiong in front of him kept clenching his fists and beating them. The flesh on his face was twisted and looked particularly ferocious. Han Baihang's eyes flashed, and the hairs all over his body stood up, rising from the ground.
No one onlookers could see his figure clearly, and they heard a crackling sound. Wu Tiexiong's huge body flew seven or eight meters like a kite with a broken string, hitting a group of soldiers.
There was an uproar. Wu Tiexiong was afraid that he could not weigh more than 200 kilograms. He could kick a 200-pound living person seven or eight meters away. How much strength was that?
The soldiers in the third row rushed to help Wu Tiexiong. Wu Tiexiong's mouth was bleeding and his face was pale. He wiped the blood on his lips and said with an unbearable look on his face: "Don't move, his ribs may be broken."
"good!"
He Dayong shouted "Hello" with joy, and the soldiers in the second row clapped and cheered, making a noise.
"What's the fuss about?"
Han Baihang scolded, stepped forward, and stretched out his right hand.
Wu Tiexiong had a gloomy face, turned his head and gritted his teeth, trying to sit up, but he couldn't find the strength to do so and punched the ground angrily.
"Accepted."
Han Baihang smiled slightly and stretched out his hand again.
Wu Tiexiong was silent for a long time, then took out his hand and stood up. The two looked at each other, feeling a lot of sympathy for each other.
"Qu Qu!"
Suddenly there was a shrill whistle outside, and then someone shouted: "The military police are coming."
Everyone's expressions changed. There was no soldier who was not afraid of the military police. The onlookers dispersed. Han Baihang also complained secretly. A fight in the army would require thirty blows. It seemed that there was no way to escape from this blow.