Wrestling, also known as "bok" in the savannah.

The improvised Boke did not require both sides to wear the traditional Boke costumes on the prairie, but the expressions of Hulande and Xia Ziwen standing on the field did not relax because of this.

When the two faced each other, from each other's sharp eyes, they felt a strong fighting spirit and a desire to win.

Outside the field, the old man explained to Jiang Li with a smile:

"Hulande, this child, has always hoped that his will will be wrapped with colorful silk, and then proposed to Ulanya, so he has always been very interested in winning and losing. Chief, I hope that our warriors will teach him the principles of humility and broad-mindedness. ”

Jiangga is a collar worn around the neck in traditional wrestling clothing.

It is made of multicolored silk, and the more times the wrestler wins, the more multicolored silk will be on it. In a simple sentence, the old man explained Huland's character and reasons.

When Jiang Li heard this, he shook his head with a smile:

"Old man, you're embarrassed for me. There is a saying on our side that professional people do professional things. As for holding the barrel of the gun, I didn't say that I could pat my chest and pack a ticket with you. ”

"But this wrestling, I really don't dare to say it."

A sentence of professional people doing professional things has brought the old man to the top.

Hearing Jiang Li's words, he nodded approvingly: "Yes, these bastard boys, they know how to ride horses and wrestle when they are full all day long, and our fighters do have less experience in this regard." ”

While the two were talking, amid the cheers of the surrounding soldiers and the crowd, Hulande and Xia Ziwen had officially entered the struggle.

I have to say that although Huland, a young man, is stunned, his wrestling is indeed professional.

In terms of strength, the two are equal, but after so many years of fighting with the young man on the grassland for three days, Hulande definitely has the advantage in terms of experience.

In just three or two strokes, Xia Ziwen lay down on the wet ground covered by the tender green grass buds with a face of defeat. Although there is a feeling of unconvincing on his face and in his heart, the facts are in front of him, and losing is losing. was thrown to the ground by others so neatly, and even the cry of wanting to do it again was buried in my heart with shame.

Seeing his warrior being put away so quickly, Jiang Li's face also showed a trace of embarrassment.

You must know that many times in the past conversations with the old man, he is very modest. As a result, modesty became a reality at this moment, and Jiang Li suddenly felt a burning feeling on his face.

This Hulander is indeed a reckless young man, perhaps, it can also be called ignorant of the world.

After putting down Xia Ziwen, he didn't look modest at all, and shouted directly at the officers and soldiers of the First Machine Infantry Regiment:

"Who's coming?"

The face of the first machine step group never allows others to blaspheme, especially this kind of stunned youth. Just now, a few officers who found a sense of superiority from Hulande were angry in their hearts.

"Look at me."

Since the soldiers can't stand it, they naturally want the officers to come. Several young officers rushed out of the queue and glanced at each other, and the strongest one naturally stepped forward as their representative.

"I, Hu Ying, have come to ask for advice."

It was when the blood was on the rise, and the originally iron-blooded military camp created an atmosphere of martial arts here.

And Hulander naturally did not refuse, his face should be congested with excitement for victory, and some of his dark faces were scarlet and bloody, like a bloodthirsty steppe lone wolf in the sunlight.

"Come on."

With a simple word, Hulande put on a posture, his bloodshot eyes were like eagle falcons, and he was staring at Hu Ying's body.

Xia Ziwen's example is in front, and Hu Ying doesn't plan to play wrestling with Hulander. There are also grappling moves in military boxing, as long as the brain is flexible enough, it is of course possible to use some movements in wrestling.

Looking at Hulande's excited expression, Hu Ying's heart was full of confidence in victory.

"Yikes."

In the hand-to-hand handover, the palms of both sides pressed each other's arms tightly. Although they were separated by clothes, they were still shocked by each other's developed biceps.

But this shock was only a matter of an instant, and they did not forget what they were fighting for. Since it is not the time to sympathize with each other, of course, there is no need for too much emotion and politeness.

Clasped his hands, Hu Ying twisted his body slightly to the right, feeling that the fingers on his left arm were far less powerful than just now, and his heart began to feel a little proud.

It's to test this young man's adaptability to the military body capture, since he has no reaction, then the next action can be completed in an instant, and directly press this guy who doesn't take their machine face seriously to the ground and eat dirt.

Hu Ying's body began to writhe from side to side irregularly.

With this swing, Huland's knuckles seemed to be a little more pale. That seems to be the prelude to losing force after exerting too much force.

Feeling that the strength of the palms holding his arms began to decrease, Hu Ying felt that his opportunity had come.

Just as he was about to put Hulande, a complacent guy, to the ground with a back fall, Hu Ying was suddenly horrified to find that the strength of his arm suddenly soared, and in an instant of ten thousandth, the world in Hu Ying's eyes rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and finally froze in a ninety-degree perspective perpendicular to the ground with a burst of pain.

Hu Ying couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He never thought that this guy standing beside him cheering, under his honest and reckless appearance, actually hid a heart like an old fox.

He suddenly understood why Xia Ziwen didn't say a word just now, lowered his head and returned to the queue.

It's not that I don't want to gamble and lose, but I don't want to use those childish words to lose the last bit of face, because this kind of competition is not only using muscles, but also using brains, and both are indispensable.

Hulande wanted to continue, but Jiang Li's face could no longer be hung up.

According to the current trend, soldiers are not good at non-commissioned officers, non-commissioned officers are not up to officers, and if the first mechanized infantry regiment is put down by Hulander at every level from bottom to top, it will be a serious blow to the morale of the first mechanized infantry regiment that is about to start operations.

Looking at Huland, who was still clamoring, Jiang Li had to speak:

"Alright, kid, they're going to have to go on a long march after a break, so in order not to interfere with their mission, let me compare with you, win or lose, this tank model belongs to you."

Jiang Li motioned to Zhao Xiaojing and asked her to appease the angry group of officers and soldiers, while he took off his shirt as a training uniform and slowly walked to the opposite side of Huland:

"Young man, you should be lighter with my old bones."

The voice fell, and he learned Hulande's actions against Xia Ziwen at the beginning, and began to act.