Two teams of big men were glaring angrily across a line on the ground, and their cries were like the roars of bears. Chu Dayong's sneer was more like the cry of a night owl.

A thick rope became a tool to detonate the boiling point, and Yun Yue personally hung a huge gold medal weighing one pound in the middle. To make it clear, whoever pulls the gold medal over will be whom. Just behind Yun Yue, a big banner with yellow characters on a red background and three armies waved in the wind. This is the spiritual reward that Yun Yue prepared for the winner!

The killers are crazy, and gold is nothing. As long as the old guy who has cut people with Yunhou, there is no shortage of this thing at home. The flag of the three armies is the most important thing, and for them, face is far more important than the gold medal.

The eyes of the audience were attracted by the scene here, and Yun Yue personally took a ruler to draw a line on the ground. Then he held the red flag as a referee, because no one dared to be the referee except him. If one doesn't get it right, he will either be killed by Chu Dayong's black hands, or he will be beaten with a stuffy stick and then become a meal on the plate of Qiqi.

The guys in the army are so competitive that they don't want to, they all have the stinky temper of Lao Tzu who is the best in the world. Yun Yue threw out a piece that was very right Huo (understand the pronunciation, otherwise it would be harmonious. You can only see the little stars. The flesh and bones of sex, the killers tore them like wolves that smell blood.

Fortunately, there is no physical contact in tug-of-war, otherwise it would really kill people. Despite this, the cheerleaders on both sides also performed number theory PK. It's been a lot of killings and now I'm blue and swollen!

The two participating teams passed all the way, and Qiqi relied on his personal strength. The remaining thirty-nine men in the competition combined, I am afraid that they are not as strong as him alone. And Chu Dayong's Modao battalion relied on comprehensive strength. These guys are big men with big heads, and they don't even wear a gown on a cold winter day. The sturdy horizontal flesh was exposed to the cold air, and it was red from the cold. Although it is inevitable that the snot will run for a long time, this is what I want.

In the end, the two powerful teams collided together like Mars hitting the earth, so that someone dared to be the referee.

Ao Canghai, who lost the game, stretched out his hand and took off the helmets of the two soldiers, and opened a gambling stall with a swing on the ground. "One hundred runs, Lao Tzu Mo knife camp." Just now, his team was defeated by Qi Qi, and now he naturally supports his brother Chu Dayong.

The army should not expect anything elegant, and his voice was like a vulture that saw carrion. The two helmets were soon stuffed to the brim, and Zou Yan was smiling beside him to make notes. It's just that when everyone was looking at the field, they secretly took away a huge gold medal inside the helmet.

As the overseer, Han Fei turned a blind eye, and Zheng Bin looked like a mountain looking up with salivation. Zou Yan, who is a fairy and a bone, is still talking and laughing, but his face with a warm smile seems to be engraved with the word shameless.

As soon as the whistle sounded in Yun Yue's mouth, thirty muscular men began to sacrifice their lives. The rope of the child's arm was immediately stretched straight, and the "clucking" sound was non-stop.

The gold medal hanging in the middle of the rope swayed left and right, and fell towards the Modao camp for a while. A moment later, it fell to the border guards. The men behind him screamed even more, and Yun Yue felt that her ears were "buzzing" and she couldn't hear other sounds at all.

The whole school was attracted to this place, and all the men shouted wildly. Even the Fisherman and Master Geng stood up and roared with a flushed face. The people in Pingliang City are even more confused, and they don't know what kind of Ultraman is coming to the school yard.

The sixty men were tendons and flesh tighter than hemp rope, and the trainees on their arms were winding and bulging like earthworms crawling on their bodies. Lux Yuling is already full of masculinity, not to mention that dozens of men are convincing people with their strength. The women in the stands shouted so happily, especially the little girl. was slapped by the grandmother, and then he was honest.

Qiqi's mouth roared angrily, and his big man fell to the last position. As soon as he roared, the gold medal moved closer to the border guards. In contrast, Chu Dayong's side seemed a little quiet. The men of the Modao Battalion all held their breath, and even swelled like newborn babies. The green tendons on the neck jumped high, but the hand just didn't let go.

"Woo ......!" Chu Dayong suddenly roared, and the men of the Modao Battalion pulled back violently.

"Woo ......!" Chu Dayong roared again, and the men of the Modao Battalion once again exerted their strength in unison.

Chu Dayong's roar is very rhythmic, like the drum beat when racing a dragon boat. Yun Yue looked at this guy in surprise, this guy was quickly subverting the impression in Yun Yue's mind. The image of the stupid big black and coarse quickly collapsed, could it be that this guy has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger all these years. Otherwise, how could such a modern-minded idea be come up with?

With Chu Dayong's call, the guys in the Modao Battalion quickly unified the chaotic force. At this moment, there is no way to let Qi Qi roar again and again. The overall strength of the Modao Battalion was brought into full play at this moment.

When the gold medal crossed the line sprinkled with white ash, the Modao battalion thundered with joy. The men were happy to hug each other, and they had never been so excited when they defeated Alexander.

At the last moment, Qi Qi was pulled by the strong pull of the Modao camp and fell to the ground unsteadily. After standing up, he found that the gold medal had reached Chu Dayong's hand. was so angry that he roared, and he wanted to find Chu Dayong to fight alone.

Yun Yue stopped this traditional practice in the western United States, and the angry Qiqi was too lethal. At this time, he was no different from a beast, and in the end, Miao Long led an elephant to solve the problem. Yun Yue said that if the poor Qi wanted to go head-to-head, he could find it.

"Chu Dayong, listen to Lao Tzu. Wrestle for a while, but don't instigate Lao Tzu to throw you out himself. Qi Qi looked at the elephant's thick thighs and gave up the chance to die. The mallet-like fingers were almost pestled into Chu Dayong's face.

If Qiqi is a representative of individual heroism, then this tug-of-war is the victory of collective strength. Chu Dayong used a simple trumpet to bring together everyone's strength. This is a very good sign for the development of human civilization. Not because of any great mind, nor because of what tools humans will make. Rather, human beings have created a division of labor and cooperation, and this cooperation has been refined in the complex social life.

Farmers are responsible for planting the land and harvesting grain, and herdsmen are responsible for grazing cattle and sheep to ensure that everyone has meat to eat. Workers work hard to get the right industrial products. The blood of the soldiers stained the yellow sand, so that everyone was not bullied by foreigners. Everything is the product of division of labor and cooperation, and a great man once said that unity is strength. (To be continued.) )