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After I was strangled by the man in the back and fell to the ground, the boar screamed and lifted his butt and kicked us both in the crotch. The boar's foot was heavy, but fortunately my ass was lifted a little, and the boar's accuracy was good, and the tip of a shoe kicked the crotch of the man behind me. Immediately, I felt the arms that were holding my neck loosen, and I immediately rolled over on one side and struggled out. Lying on the ground gasping for air. This mother, she was too ruthless, and she actually used a yin trick. Fortunately, the wild boar's foot is even more insidious, and the kid is estimated to be impotent for a while.

At this time, the people next to him have already messed up, basically 5-6 of us play 1 instructor. When I got up from the ground, the boar rode on the instructor who had just strangled me by the neck and punched him on the head. I smacked the instructor's stomach a few more times. I got another one with the wild boar, and the two of us had a bit of an unstoppable taste, and it seemed that we had regained the feeling that Guo Qiang and I had teamed up together. To be honest, in terms of pure combat effectiveness, it is still the wild boar that is stronger, and it is much stronger. But in terms of ruthlessness, Guo Qiang is incomparable to ordinary people, the key is that the personalities of the two people are different, Guo Qiang is a real person, and the wild boar is too smart.

After the boar and I got up, we were looking around for the next target, when we saw two instructors crowded in from the crowd of onlookers from the outside. The wild boar pounced on the two instructors without thinking about it, it was really red-eyed, as long as it was a person in a military uniform, the wild boar would go up and do it. The wild boar habitually grabbed someone's collar with one hand and waved his fist with the other, and after the instructor was punched by the wild boar, he hugged the wild boar with both hands and got entangled with the wild boar. The soldier still had two blows, and it didn't take two or three seconds to get entangled, and he fell to the ground with the wild boar, and it was the wild boar that fell below.

I was just about to go up and help when the instructor next to me came over to me. As soon as I saw that the posture was about to come up and throw me, I didn't go to help the wild boar, and took three or four steps back, and the instructor pounced. But he continued to come up and pull me, so I flashed to the side. Since we were standing next to the crowd of onlookers, I ducked to the side and ran into the onlookers. I heard a girl screaming, and all the students around me retreated. As soon as I stopped, the instructor grabbed my clothes, and his other hand was about to grab me.

Almost at the same time, I kicked a small swift and hard sweep of the leg, and the instructor's center instantly slammed, and the other hand grabbed the air. I scolded: Let you be biao. Then came another blow to sweep the leg, this time with much more amplitude and force than the previous one. In order not to fall, the instructor loosened my clothes and supported the ground with his other hand, barely falling down. When I looked at the wild boar next to me, I saw that the instructor had been pressed under me. I was worried that the wild boar would suffer, but I didn't expect the wild boar to be too good at fighting.

When my idea was scattered, I gave the instructor in front of me a respite and made him stand up. The instructor's expression is much more serious now than at the beginning, and it seems that he is going to be serious. He probably thought I was just an ordinary student, and he could subdue me with just two clicks, who knew that he almost asked me to give him a. There were so many freshmen watching him, and he knew how embarrassing it would be if he couldn't beat me alone.

The instructor looked at me and sank down, and I knew at a glance that he was going to use a trick. There will definitely be two hits when he becomes a soldier, but I don't care what move he uses, my principle is to hide first, and then find an opportunity to sweep his legs and increase the roots. I also looked at him with my whole body, and at this moment, the instructor made the first move. I saw him rush towards me, and then suddenly he fell to the ground, facing me with his back, and came up with a move that I had used all my life: sweeping the legs.

His sweeping leg is an authentic move in the army, similar to the scorpion's tail swinging move, and the center of gravity of the whole body is about the same as my enhanced sweeping leg, but the direction of the sweeping leg is different. I shoveled head-on, and he swept back with his calf and heel. I have to admit that his trick is more difficult than my sweeping leg and the enhanced sweeping leg, and it is also more powerful, as long as the sweep is in the middle, it will fall.

But my brother is a person who has spent his whole life sweeping his legs, how can he be swept by him, when he lowers his body, although I am shocked, but I already have a way to deal with it. I had a hard time, and I went to the ground like him, and the enhanced sweep leg came out. The two of us had their legs together, of course mine took advantage of a little bit, I was on the front, he was on the back. I didn't feel much pain after touching each other, he must have hurt at least 2 times more than me.

I immediately got up and was a big planer, but the instructor didn't get up as fast as me. This is why, because my brother has specialized in these two tricks all his life, although he has learned a lot of tricks, but he is not good at learning, and it is too miscellaneous! But he was quick to react, reaching out to grab my big planed foot. It's a pity that he miscalculated this time, I planed down with this foot, where did he catch it, he grabbed it empty, and his hand was probably kicked. I then struck a second time, and this time I had the confidence, and the strength was even greater, and then I cried out: Your mother!

He continued to block with his hand, and I saw that his expression was painful, and it should have hurt him! At this point, I can't give him another chance, and I'm smashing the roots down one after another. The instructor didn't have the power to fight back at all, although he could withstand it for the time being, but he didn't take me. I guess the freshmen next to me are stunned at this time, what is the situation, single-handedly picking up the instructor! And it's not the level of the wild boar's physique, I'm basically the same level as the instructor, and I'm just taller, and my body looks much thinner than the instructor.

This instructor really had no tricks at this time, and he was not afraid of losing face and rolled to the side to avoid my continuous big root attacks. This roll made him look too wolfy, and I stopped after I hit the air. I knew that if I got him to stand up, I thought it would be difficult to put him again. If I stand and play head-on, I'm definitely not his opponent. I could only give it a go, ready to pounce, press on him, and continue to hit with the punches that I wasn't good at. Before he could stand up, I pressed down on top of him and smashed it with a punch.

The key is that my fists are weak, and the strength of my feet is too bad. He punched me a few times and didn't react, and he grabbed my arm at once, and then twisted behind me, and I miscalculated this time, and his right hand was restrained by him. Fortunately, I was pressed on him, so the angle of his twist was still within the range of my acceptance, but it was also painful. I didn't care if I was ashamed of it, so I looked up and shouted to the chaotic people next to me: Come here and help me, come here and help me!

Fortunately, my screams worked, and two of our men came and kicked the instructor on the ground with their feet. The instructor had to let go and put his hand on his head. As the saying goes, a tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves, and it took a lot of effort for the three of us to subdue him. I pressed on him, kept pounding with my fists, and shouted in my mouth: whether to accept or not, whether to accept or not, whether you dare or not, whether you dare or not. This soldier also has backbone, holding his head, gritting his teeth and being beaten without saying a word. I felt as if I had knocked out one of his teeth, because when he bared his teeth, he saw blood all over his mouth.

At this time, a voice came from the school radio, specifically to stop all the people involved in the fight on the playground now. Although the radio told me to stop, I didn't stop at all, and continued to beat the instructor who was lying on the ground. The two men who helped me didn't stop, and kept kicking on both sides. At this time, the radio shouted that the onlookers should let the first-year students fight, and threatened the students who did not stop if they did not stop would be expelled.

I still don't care about it, at this time, in fact, there are still many first-year students who come to persuade them to fight, and some of the bold ones have started to fight. The cowardly, and the girls are fighting with their mouths on the side, and my ears are all about: Brother, don't fight. Brother, forget it. Brother, the teacher is here. I didn't want to stop, but I heard the sound of a wild boar, and the wild boar called out to me: Huang Zhong, stop, it's almost over. I looked up and saw that the boar had stopped and was standing beside me.

That's when I stopped and stood up. I looked back, and everyone basically started to slowly stop fighting. Although the truce was over, the scene was even more chaotic because many freshmen were fighting. And there was also a commotion in the crowd of onlookers, and there should have been teachers and instructors coming towards this side. The wild boar whispered to our own people on the side, when the school teacher came, we would pretend to be beaten, and pretend to be as miserable as we could.

Damn, the wild boar reacted too quickly, and this method is too cheap and despicable. As expected, the crowd of onlookers gave way to a gap, and a large group of teachers and army leaders walked over. The wild boar whispered to a few of us: pretend, pretend, pretend. After saying that, the wild boar lay on the ground and covered his head, and I was helpless. What's even funnier is that the freshmen next to him all laughed when they saw the wild boar suddenly like this. The wild boar grinned and said: Don't laugh, I'm the one who was beaten.

Well, wild boar, I'm convinced of you, thoroughly. I simply clutched my stomach and lay on the ground. Several of his own people around him, all of whom learned from wild boars, covered their heads or stomachs together, and lay on the ground and pretended to be miserable. The teacher and the leader approached and saw us lying on the ground, with a resentful expression on their faces. The resentment is not that we were beaten, but that this battle was fought too badly, and both sides were defeated! The leader of the soldiers shouted: Stop me, whoever does it again, I will kill him. As soon as I heard this, it was a little scary, we were fired, you were good, you had to shoot!

This sentence is really useful, basically even the noise is much quieter, and the whole battlefield is completely calm. What awaits us is the handling of schools and troops!