"Get up! Get up..."

"Stand up... Yang is not hungry..."

"..."

Vaguely, his ears were constantly filled with the shouts of his comrades under the ring. But he didn't want to stand up. He underestimated Amor's destructive power. This over-the-shoulder throw was too heavy, so heavy that he even

There was no time to stop the internal bleeding.

Through the corners of his eyes that were too painful to open, Yang Buxuan confirmed that the American guy standing at this time had finally let down his guard. In just two minutes, not just one minute, he could repair the damage to his internal organs.

Amor looked at Yang Buxu, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and slowly raised his right foot, preparing to step on it heavily. There is nothing better than torturing Chinese soldiers to death in the Chinese military camp in front of officials from various countries.

It's even more damaging to morale.

As long as Zhang Zhijun in the stands does not admit defeat and calls for stop, then Yang Buxian lying on the ground of the ring will die as a result, and Chinese officials can't say anything to the United States!

Amor looked at Zhang Zhijun with a sneer on his lips. He wanted to see how this Chinese soldier bowed his head to the great United States of America in front of his own soldiers and officials from various countries.

"Dear Zhang, how about it? Do you need our warriors from the United States to show mercy? You know that as long as you speak, on behalf of the United States, I will order our warrior Amor to step down from the ring now."

Thomson has never been so comfortable. The posture of the winner is always the most comfortable. Zhang Zhijun clenched his fists and stared at Yang Buxuan on the stage. He did not believe that a master who could fight 1 against 6 reserve special forces would

He was easily knocked down by two or three blows like this.

"Stand up! Yang Buxung, stand up for me!"

Luo Zhigang stood on the edge of the ring and kept shouting in his ear. I don't know who started it, but the majestic and powerful tune slowly sounded behind him.

"Rise up... people who don't want to be slaves... take our flesh and blood..."

At this moment, all the Chinese soldiers sang the national anthem in unison to cheer Yang Buxu on the ring!

Listening to the powerful humming of the Chinese soldiers who did not have beautiful voices at this moment, many state officials and soldiers present felt an unknown cohesion surrounding them, and there seemed to be a surging feeling in their hearts.

"It is indeed very exciting, but you have to know that such a chorus does not seem to be able to reverse the decline."

Amor's raised foot fell instantly. He wanted to make the Chinese people feel helpless in the sound of the national anthem.

"No……"

Zhang Zhijun did not expect that the other party would actually dare to do this, and they were not afraid of breaking up with China!

Luo Zhigang on the edge of the ring felt it most vividly. When Amor landed, he did not hesitate to use his hands to stop him, but the distance was too far and he could only watch helplessly as such a heavy foot landed on Yang Buxuan's body.

On the chest.

Bang……

There was a muffled sound, and Luo Zhigang clearly saw a large piece of Yang Buxuan's chest being stepped down. He originally wanted to climb onto the ring and end it all despite the rules and orders. But Yang Buxian's sudden move made him stop involuntarily.

The climbing action of coming down.

Yang Buxu's eyes suddenly opened and his right hand hugged Amol's right leg tightly to prevent him from moving.

"Finally I caught you!"

Yang Buxuan grinned his big white teeth stained red with blood, and with all his strength, he aimed his left hand at Amol's thigh joint and hit him hard.

Click...

Amor's thigh bone was broken instantly, and the sharp point of the broken leg bone directly penetrated the flesh and poked out from the side.

After the heart-rending scream, Amor lost his center of gravity and fell on the ring. The situation reversed so quickly that even the American official came

Not enough to change the expression on his face.

It turns out that all this was Yang Buxu's plan from the beginning. In terms of force, after losing his strength, he is indeed inferior to Qian Bin, Wang Hu and the like. Even if he is barely at the same level, it is not Amo.

Your opponent.

So his only trump card is that he has 30% of his previous strength in his left hand. But he does have a trump card, but he has to be able to hit someone. Even if he can hit someone, it has to be a vital point, otherwise he has to wait until the opponent sees that the left hand is

If it's tricky, then losing is inevitable.

So Yang Buxuan chose to be beaten, and was beaten upright. If anyone in the world is the most resistant to being beaten, then he dares to claim the first place and no one dares to claim the second place. Due to the self-healing ability of the formula, as long as he is not knocked unconscious or

KO, then the opponent can let down their guard.

This is a quite risky move, because there are too many uncertain factors. If Amor did not make up for it in the end, it would be a tragedy and he would have been beaten in vain.

Amor, who was lying on the ground wailing, was very lucky. Such a big piece of bone could not pierce the aorta in his thigh, otherwise he would have directly knocked out his opponent.

At this time, Yang Buxu was not going to let him go like this. Qian Bin was beaten on the back so much that he almost died in front of him. He would have to pay for it after all.

Struggling to stand up, Yang Buxu violently coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, but that was all. With a push of his left hand, he straddled Amor's broken foot, which also caused Amor's broken foot to rise.

The viciousness was completely aroused.

Before Yang Buxu could sit firmly, Amor punched Yang Buxu with pain, but how could this work?

Yang Buxian put his left hand in front of him and his right hand behind to resist the blow firmly, and then he sat down hard on his butt, which pressed Amor's exposed broken bones back into his flesh. The pain caused by this made him

He felt dizzy. Seizing this gap, Yang Buxian's right hand behind his left hand hit the opponent's face hard.

Amor's nose was hammered in the front, and the entire nose bridge was broken into several sections in an instant. Before he could feel the pain, Yang Buxuan smashed it off with the second hammer blow.

Bang……

"This fight is for my comrade Qian Bin. No one has ever been able to act wild in front of Chinese soldiers and still yell at them."

Bang……

"This is for myself. Because my body really hurts!"

Bang……

"This fight is for you! Who told you to be so mean-mouthed?"

After three blows, Amor had fainted. Only the bubbles of blood foam around his bloody mouth and nose could prove that the American soldier was still breathing at this time.

"Americans, please beg for mercy! Give up to my great country of China! Otherwise, he will die!"

Yang Buxu shouted angrily in English to Thomson in the stands.

What is a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye? Just now, this American official was forcing Zhang Zhijun to bow to their country. But in the blink of an eye, it was his turn to face such a choice.

"We admit defeat, dear Zhang, hurry up, tell your subordinates to let Amor go. Please, hurry up and give the order to let him go."

Thomson was very straightforward. In his eyes, this was no longer a matter of national honor, but a major matter related to his own life. Amor could not die, he still had other tasks on him, even if he was missing an arm

Regardless of his legs, even if he is paralyzed into a vegetative state, he still cannot die.

It was his suggestion to use experimental subjects to participate in military exchanges this time. Now that such an accident has occurred, he doesn't know how to explain it to the company. If this nearly perfect experimental subject dies, there will only be death waiting for him.

.

In front of many state officials, Thomson lowered his head almost to the extreme.

Limited. Seeing this scene, Eros officer Yurio was the happiest. What could be more satisfying than watching Americans make a fool of themselves.

"Oh, merciful God. I should have celebrated with a glass of vodka at this time, why didn't my stupid assistant prepare it for me!

Dear Zhang, my friend, just forgive this poor Thomson, he is even lower than those pesky squirrels in the park when they were begging for pinecones."

Thomson had no intention of paying attention to Yurio's ridicule at this time. He now wanted to take Amor alive to the American laboratory.

Although he was very reluctant, Zhang Zhijun decided to let Yang Buxu release the American man on the stage.

Amor is now seriously injured and may not be able to make it back to China. So Zhang Zhijun doesn't want to make things happen.

"Private Yang Buxing, please let him go. We have won!"

Hearing Zhang Zhijun finally give the order, the stone in Thomson's heart fell heavily. But before he could catch his breath, he was frightened to death by Yang Buxuan's actions on the ring.

I saw Yang Buxu using his right hand to lift Amor from the ground. His eyes scanned the comrades who wanted to gather around to celebrate. Seeing their cheers and cheers below, he became angry. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and faced the audience.

roared:

"That's enough! What do you have to be happy about! Don't forget, it was this bastard who knocked Qian Bin off the ring just now.

Who is Qian Bin? He is your comrade! Do you know? Just now he almost choked to death from the blood he coughed up. One of his ribs was almost completely broken and now he is not sure whether he is alive or dead. But just now the brigade commander asked me to let this murderer go.

Maybe you will say that the Americans have already admitted defeat and that China cannot break its promise, but I don't think so.

All I know is that anyone who dares to offend China will be punished!"

As soon as Yang Buxian finished speaking, in front of everyone, he clenched his left fist and hit Amol hard on the heart. A muffled sound was heard directly in the stands, and then Yang Buxian slapped the dead man

Amor's dead body was thrown off the ring.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the conversation and scene just now. Although the Motorized Company has many veterans, not to mention killing people, they have never experienced the blood of heavy taste.

In their eyes, Yang Buxu had always been a rookie recruit. He worked in a production company and raised pigs. He was honest and honest, and he was easy to talk to.

But what they saw today was that killing people was like killing chickens. They still couldn't connect the man with a cold face and bloody eyes in the ring to the smiling big boy sitting in the cafeteria eating.

Since Luo Zhigang had been standing under the ring, he was most intuitive about the scene that had just happened. Now Amor's body was at his feet. For some reason, he, a great company commander, felt in his heart when he saw Yang Buxu.

Always a little panicked.

"Brigadier, put me in solitary confinement. I violated your order and am willing to accept the punishment..."

When the matter came to an end, Yang Buxian finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed on the ground and fainted. The medical soldiers in the audience hurriedly stepped forward to check him and then quickly sent him to the hospital.

"How could you do this, how could you kill Amor? You have to pay the price. I swear to God! You will pay the price!"

Thomson shouted hysterically at Zhang Zhijun.

"Whatever, it's not the first time we have competed. Where is it this time? East China Sea? South China Sea? Or in the southwest rainforest like last time? Have we in China ever been afraid?"
Chapter completed!