Due to the limited source of soldiers, the quality of the Mochaa Independent Regiment is only so. Before the competition began, the people who had not been touched by the roaring sky couldn't control themselves at all, plus Kadra and the others didn't stop them, they unconsciously stepped forward and quickly surrounded Lang Zhan and the young man three times inside and three times outside. With limited entertainment at the moment, and the fact that this is a contest between Syrea and foreigners, it is understandable that these Syreans who have just put on camouflage uniforms are eager. Patriotic enthusiasm really has little to do with identity and knowledge. Don't you see, many traitors in history are famous and romantic figures?

"Shoot him!" "Kill this guy!" "It's so arrogant, this is where we are in Syrea-"

…… In the midst of the uproar, seeing that the young man and his companions were about to hug Lang Zhan's legs, Lang Zhan moved.

Lang Zhan is not moving, but he is like a tiger when he moves—from Kadera's point of view, he only feels an afterimage passing by in front of him, and then he can't help but blink his eyes. And when he could see the scene in front of him clearly, his eyes immediately widened, and his breathing became heavy. In a second, no, at most a few tenths of a second, the eight people led by the young man had already flown out. fell miserably and lay on the ground in a dog chewing posture and ate a mouthful of soil; The back of the light fall hit the ground, and he grinned and snorted.

"Woohoo!" On the edge of the battle circle, Roaring Sky raised his head to the sky and let out two triumphant roars.

Lang Zhan's kung fu has improved again, thanks to Qin Sanzhen. Although the name of "Old Age Exercise" sounds simply ridiculous, in fact, in terms of the efficiency of Qi practice, I don't know how much better it is than wolf-shaped Qigong. No, Lang Zhan had only been practicing for about a month so far, and he felt that the depth of his qi sea and the toughness of his meridians had increased again.

On both sides of the fight, one side is lying on its stomach, and the posture of Lang Zhan in the independent center is particularly majestic. Lang Zhan rubbed his hands, looked at the young man, and shouted, "Come again!" He made a number of shots, and the young man and others didn't look at the miserable fall, in fact, they were only injured in their flesh and skin, and there was nothing to do with their muscles and bones. Not to mention fighting for another 300 rounds, at least, it is still okay to eat a few more falls.

The young man raised his head, his eyes were red, his face was full of dirt, regardless of the fact that he would eat the soil in his mouth directly, he glared at Lang Zhan and asked word by word: "A fist and a thousand flatbreads?" ”

Lang Zhan looked at him, saw a small shadow in his eyes, zoomed in, and a little girl with big eyes, dark skin, and curly hair appeared in front of him. People are emotional creatures, and no matter who they are, there are always some feelings that deserve respect - he nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, if you punch me, I will lose you a thousand loaves of bread." ”

"Huh-" The young man opened his mouth and let out a roar, his limbs exerted force, his waist straightened, and he jumped forward like a fish.

The young man let out a "whoosh", and the others also moved. It seems that he is indeed the head of this eight-member group, and he is used to it, otherwise, it would be impossible to have such a tacit understanding.

"Shoot him!" "Hit him!" "Beat him!" …… All around, the cries of onlookers grew louder and louder. The young man and others have successfully ignited the hatred of the same enemy in their hearts with their own actions.

There was no accident in the result, how did the eight people get up and how to go back, and this time, they fell much worse than just now, and there were two guys, and they fainted directly. Among the eight people, the young man was an exception, and when he fell out, he shouted heartbreakingly: "I hit you, I hit you......" until his gray face made intimate contact with the earth again, and let out a toothache "boom" sound-

Lang Zhan's sympathy is not a cheap commodity, it needs to be paid. Lang Zhan: "You hit me with a punch, here-rest assured, a thousand flatbreads, not one will be less!" As he spoke, he pointed to his left calf and asked the others, "Who else?" ”

The young man let out an "ah" and lay on the ground without moving. Others, some struggled to get up, but couldn't.

The onlookers, you look at me, I look at you, lost the momentum of shouting and cheering just now, looking at Lang Zhan, his eyes cringed, as if looking at a prehistoric beast.

"This is Renguo Kung Fu?" Among the officers, one person stepped forward.

This person is thirty years old, with a dark face, and he used to stand very inconspicuous in the group of officers, but when he stood up at this moment, everyone immediately felt a different temperament from him. Compared to the others who either had flickering eyes or frowning or indignant expressions, he seemed very calm, as if he had not been at the scene just now and had not seen how Lang Zhan beat those eight people. He looked at Lang Zhan calmly and continued: "I'll test your marksmanship, I have no other requirements, flatbread - if I can win you, please give some flatbread." ”。

Lang Zhan looked at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Yes!" Can I use my own gun? ”

The dark-faced officer's face changed, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course." ”

"A hundred flatbreads!"

"What?"

"I said that with your courage just now, it's worth a hundred flatbreads!" Lang Zhan said, walked over quickly and picked up his gun, loaded the bullet with two clicks, raised the gun, looked around and shouted: "I order, everyone squat down immediately!" ”

Lang Zhan used a heavy sniper, a gun that looked very hideous just by looking at it. Everyone was still hesitating, and next to the young man, a guy with a donkey face was so blessed that he couldn't care about the pain in his mouth, and shouted: "Squat, everyone squat." ”

Everyone squatted down one after another, the people in front were fine, they kept staring at Lang Zhan during the squatting process, so they knew what was going on, and the people behind couldn't see Lang Zhan at all, they hadn't squatted in place yet, and a gunshot rang out, and they couldn't help but sit on the ground in shock.

This "bang" was just the beginning, and then, the sound of "bangbang" sounded one after another, and in an instant, Lang Zhan shot out all five bullets in the gun.

The gunshots rang out loud, so no one heard the screams in the interval between the gunshots on the mountain ridge seven or eight hundred meters away, and there was more than one.

Lang Zhan ran out of bullets in the gun in one go, threw the gun to the ground, and shouted: "What are you doing stupidly squatting?" Follow me! ”

"What? Sir—" Kadra asked urgently.

"Sniper, enemy sniper—" The dark-faced officer crouching opposite Lang Zhan answered, took off his gun from behind, pulled the bolt, and ran after Lang Zhan.

With him as an example, the officers were the first to act, then the Swift Dragon squadron selected by Roaring Sky, and finally, everyone in the independent regiment followed suit, forming a mighty team.

"Sergey, you already knew about it, didn't you? You reminded him? As he ran, Kadra caught up with the dark-faced officer, grabbed him, and asked.

"How can I have this ability, I felt that the gunfire was wrong, and I looked over to know that there were snipers on the nearby mountains."

Kadra looked at Lang Zhan's back and shouted, "Allah, is he still human?" ”

"I think he is the god of war sent by Allah to save us."

"Sergey, don't talk nonsense like this—"

"Commander, you didn't see him shoot just now, otherwise, you wouldn't have thought so. I thought he wasn't aiming at all, but now I feel like he's killed at least two enemies. ”

A few minutes later, when the three corpses were gathered, and there was a pool of blood left at the scene, which was definitely not the three people, Sergei's eyes turned into copper bells, and he lowered his voice and said to Kadera: "Look, at a distance of six or seven hundred meters, five shots are very casual, three dead and one wounded. ”

On the battlefield, language has always been pale and weak, and the so-called convincing people with reason can only be a joke. Therefore, Lang Zhan chose to speak with his fists. Originally, it was a little thin to speak with fists, but at this time, I don't know if it was ISIS or the rebels, so I actually sent a few snipers over. And with the lives and blood of these snipers as the background, the persuasiveness of Lang Zhan's fists suddenly became thicker. No, from Kadra onwards, everyone looked at him again, not only their eyes were much softer and more submissive, but the key was that there was a sense of identity in them.

Three days later, Lang Zhan reappeared in his broken pickup truck near the camp of the former school, now the Independent Regiment.

On the way to the school gate, he drove past and turned back, and then shouted: "Come out for the master!" ”

In the fields and groves on both sides of the road, in the midst of the thud, two gray-faced men with improvised camouflages emerged.

"Gudus!"

"Hello sir!"

"I ask you, why don't you let me park? Don't ask for passwords? Not checking my documents? ”

"Huh?! Because you're a sir! ”

"Idiot! What if someone pretends to be me? Lang Zhan scolded, waved his right hand, and whipped it over.

Gudus was the short, stocky young man, who stood up straight and slammed his whip hard.

"There is no next time, otherwise, where to come and go back!"

"It's sir!"

"Now, get in the car and follow me in!"

"Yes sir!"

"What are you three stupid standing there for? Is it time to return to work? ”

"Ahh

"Smack!"

After Gudusi got into the car, he suddenly smelled a familiar and long-lost smell, first the wings of his nose moved uncontrollably, and later, he sneezed "Ahh

Lang Zhan smiled and said, "If you are hungry, you are allowed to eat one first, but it must be counted among the thousand." ”

Hearing this, Gu Dusi's eyes widened at first, and he didn't even sneeze, with an expression of disbelief. Then, while sneezing wildly, he said incoherently, "Sir, flatbread—sir, flatbread—"

"Why do you think I'm going to your capital?"

"Sir, I, I, sir, I swear that I will protect you with my life."

"Idiot! Your life can only be your own, and at most you will take your wife and your daughters, and I will lose these loaves to you. Understand? ”

"Sir!" Gu Dusi held his face in his hands, and tears were already flowing down his face.