Xu Qing's current role is that of a tough-tongued white-faced young man. Judging from his appearance, he looks okay, but what he reveals in his eyes is not that stubborn and helpless look. Instead, there is a hint of disdain. Four

In his eyes, the strong soldiers with a few brushes were not worth showing off, like two pairs of babies just learning to crawl. They talked about risking their lives, but they really couldn't be afraid in their hearts.

The four soldiers were eager to try, but Li Lan, who was standing opposite, keenly caught this fleeting look. She frowned and felt something was wrong. The look in his eyes just now was so familiar. This guy didn't seem to care at all about the people surrounding him.

Four soldiers, what is the reason that makes him feel confident?

The four soldiers were all named by Li Lan. They are all elites of the special forces of the military region. It can be said that each of them is a master who can compare with one to ten. The reason why the four of them are sent out to teach the young boy on the opposite side is not because the opponent is strong, but because they are

She has rich fighting experience and can strike just right, allowing the opponent to relax to the extreme without killing the person. Now it seems that something is wrong, and she can't figure out the specific problem.

At this time, the thinnest one among the four soldiers glanced at Xu Qing coldly, and said in a very low tone: "The idiot soldiers only deal with pretty boys like you. Let's do it. Zhou Donghe will help you with the gestures."

After rolling up his sleeves and taking two steps forward, he looked ready to hit someone.

Xu Qing curled his lips and turned his head. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, holding a cigarette between his fingertips. Just when he took out a lighter and was about to light it up, Zhou Donghe from the opposite side had already punched him, and before his fist could reach, a stream of air rushed forward.

When he got closer, he blew the newly lit flames and made them tremble.

His fists are very fast, and he uses standard military punches, which all soldiers know how to do, but few can deliver such fast and furious punches. Zhou Donghe's fists are among the fastest in the entire army, not only

Fast, the force of the punch is amazing. One punch can penetrate a half-inch-thick iron plate. It is light enough to break a few ribs on a person, but a slightly heavier punch will cause him to be disabled on the spot.

The lighter in Xu Qing's hand paused for a moment, and Zhou Donghe's fist hit his face. However, a strange change occurred in the blink of an eye. The fist that had reached the opponent's brow stopped in vain, and just stretched out.

in the air.

"Punch on the eyebrow and shoot on the shirt, you're just playing a feint!" Xu Qing curled his lips pretending to be an expert, stretched out his hand and put the flame under Zhou Donghe's fist. What are you doing? Barbecue!

"Ah!" Zhou Donghe, who had been stunned for a second, screamed strangely, and retracted his fist like a scalded leech, but it was still half a second too late, and a blister was still scalded under his fist.

Xu Qing calmly took back the lighter and put it to the cigarette butt to light it. He grinned and said, "I thought the stupid soldier was so powerful, but it turned out he was just a talker. He didn't know how to hide until his skin was burned. How heartless!"

How could Zhou Donghe tolerate such provocation? He roared angrily and struck with his fists like wind wheels. He used the most common military fists, hitting the waist and locking the throat, stooping to lift his crotch, rebounding and side-attacking... This guy put sixteen

Shi Jun Ti's boxing was as fast as lightning, but the surging wind didn't even move a hair on his opponent's fox fur coat.

Xu Qing held a cigarette in his mouth and remained motionless, letting his fists and kicks sound as steady as a rock. The dull thumping sounds kept ringing around him. Attacks of this level could not even shake the protective aura around him. On the contrary,

Zhou Donghe's fists were sore from the shock, and the frequency of his attacks slowed down sharply.

The other three soldiers also noticed something was wrong, and quickly joined the battle circle with fists and legs raised. At this time, Xu Qing was like a black human-shaped sandbag, silently enduring the punches and kicks.

The action force is equal to the reaction force. No one would be stupid enough to think that beating someone is as painful as being beaten. Nothing is absolute. Now the four soldiers are grinning, their hands are sore, their feet are numb, and their faces are cramping. They are still holding on. On the other hand, Xu Qing seems to have become

Theatergoers will smoke one cigarette and then light another, and they will make jokes from time to time. Be careful and take your time. This punch is not strong, like a girl doing embroidery...

Soldiers are persistent and proud. They have a stubbornness in their hearts that would rather die than give in. In front of their comrades, they can't stop even if they break their fists and retreat. Being embarrassed is equivalent to discarding the self-esteem of soldiers. There is no shame in the special brigade.

Coward.

Zhou Donghe tried his best to punch his opponent in the face with a lunge. He wanted to smash the boy's cold face at all costs, but he also knew in his heart that he might not be able to do it, so he punched forward like an arrow.

Poof! There was a strange muffled sound from where the fist and face met. It took a few tenths of a second for the severe sting to be transmitted to the brain through the nerves. Zhou Donghe covered his dislocated wrist and took two steps back. The stubborn man actually raised his feet again.

He made an attacking gesture, but the young man opposite him suddenly turned around, his black fox fur coat stirred up a strong wind, and a brown paper envelope flew out of the coat pocket, fluttering on the snow.

The envelope fell on the ground, and also on the snow on the tip of Li Lan's leather boots. Looking down, he could see the familiar writing on the cover, "Second boy," Li Yuanchao said personally. The second boy above is her biological father. Can he

There was only one person who screamed like this, her grandfather. The nerves in Li Lan's mind fell into a short-circuit state for five minutes.

"That's enough, you four return to the team!" Li Lan gritted his teeth and let out a low shout. The four soldiers who were tortured by the human-shaped sandbags immediately stopped attacking. This is the soldier. With orders and prohibitions, the four turned around and walked quickly towards their comrades.

Go, but Zhou Donghe was grabbed by his sleeves.

Xu Qing didn't say much. The palm that was holding the other party's cuffs slid down and clasped onto his dislocated wrist. He shook it lightly with secret strength, click! There was a soft sound of bones, and Zhou Donghe groaned in pain.

, then he clenched his teeth and refused to let out a second cry of pain. Even though he was not as tall as his comrades, his iron-blooded temperament was as strong as any soldier.

The corner of Xu Qing's mouth raised. If it weren't for the mask, he could have seen a smile of appreciation: "Man, this is a good soldier." Perhaps it was because he had fought side by side with special forces before, so he had a certain affinity for soldiers.

A special kind of favor. The strength of a country does not lie in how many ancient warriors and superpowers it has, but in how many good soldiers it has.

The person who takes the rank of general among millions of troops is certainly powerful, but the prerequisite is that he does not encounter millions of good soldiers who are not afraid of life and death. Otherwise, the human wall alone is an insurmountable barrier. Soldiers in peacetime lack the baptism of gunfire and smoke.
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