Seeing that Zhang Junbao's hands were about to twist Lao Ye's right arm, Lao Ye's right leg with his fists falling into the air was the axis, and he suddenly lifted his left leg and kicked Zhang Junbao's head.

"Hold the grass!"

"The three madness are in danger!"

"Be careful!"

Lao Ye's quick reaction ability caused people to exclaim, and the last words to remind him were what Lao Ye said.

"Lao Ye, can you be independent?"

Zhang Junbao had a confident smile on his face, and he didn't pay attention to Lao Ye's attack at all.

In the eyes of people's surprise, Zhang Junbao's right arm suddenly stretched out under Lao Ye's neck, and at the same time, his right leg kicked Lao Ye's right leg violently, and a big stumbling leg and throat lock attack directly put Lao Ye to the ground.

Lao Ye fell to the ground with a "bang", splashing a cloud of dust, and the people around him just laughed but didn't say anything.

"Are you alright?"

Zhang Junbao stretched out his right hand in time and pulled Lao Ye up from the ground.

"It's okay," Lao Ye waved his hand at Zhang Junbao with a smile, "I'm not so pretentious, I'm not afraid of falling if I have rough skin and thick flesh," looking at his clear eyes, he really didn't take this matter to heart.

"Angry!"

Zhang Junbao smiled and hammered Lao Ye's chest, and put him in the position of a friend in his heart.

"Come on, Junbao, let's try."

Xiao Qingming looked anxious, and walked to Zhang Junbao in three or two steps.

"Brain door, Junbao has just finished fighting, you kid is not particular."

Before Zhang Junbao could speak, Lao Ye turned around and scolded his brain first.

"What are you afraid of, I'll wait, wait for Junbao to rest, I'm not taking advantage of others."

Xiao Qingming looked arrogant, and he had already put away his fists as he spoke, and on his body, Zhang Junbao saw a familiar figure.

With a height of 1.9 meters, a weight of 200 catties, a muscle mass all over his body, two huge chest muscles with B+ cups, a handsome face unique to a southern man, clean and white skin that can pinch out water, and the body and head are completely uncoordinated, this is Xiao Qingming.

Standing in place for less than five minutes, Zhang Junbao moved his limbs and nodded to Xiao Qingming with a smile.

"Junbao, I'm here!"

The reaction speed of the brain gate was very fast, and the two thighs of one meter and two long used the speed of the sprint to be like a supercar with full horsepower, and rushed in front of him in three or two steps.

Kick!

Kick again!

Roundhouse kick!

Side kick plus kick!

After less than thirty seconds of fighting, Zhang Junbao was stunned by the long legs of the brain door, and this guy in his heart is really able to use his advantages.

Zhang Junbao's legs are not as long as the brain gate, so he can only take the way of swimming, otherwise once he attacks in close quarters, he is very likely to be kicked away by the brain gate.

"Do you think Zhang Junbao is okay? Until now, he hasn't killed Xiao Qingming's side. ”

Seeing that Zhang Junbao's offensive was slowing down, Da Fei frowned and glanced at the soldiers beside him, he was familiar with martial arts, and his vision must be much higher than his own.

"Xiao Qingming's weakness is in the upper body, I guess the three madness have already seen it?"

"Huh?" Da Fei was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the two people fighting on the field, and the corners of his mouth curled, "The waste has learned to use its brains, hehe." ”

Da Fei and Da Bing on the sidelines were laughing lightly, but Zhang Junbao on the field was in danger.

As his movements have become slower and slower, the brain gate has switched the way of attacking, and he has changed from defensive to offensive.

"Brain, are your legs tired?"

"What?"

The brain door that was about to knock Zhang Junbao to the ground with a punch was suddenly stunned, he didn't expect Zhang Junbao to have the heart to talk to him in such a tired situation.

"Braingate, let me show you my legs!"

As he spoke, Zhang Junbao's right leg had already kicked the waist of the brain gate from the side, as long as this kick was solid, the brain gate would definitely fall to the ground.

At the last moment, the door of the brain suddenly flashed, learning Zhang Junbao's movements just now and preparing to give him a big stumbling block.

Seeing that Zhang Junbao was about to fall, a smile appeared on the face of the brain door, but he didn't expect a huge fist to suddenly fly in front of him, hitting him on the right side of his face.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There were two loud noises in a row, first Zhang Junbao punched the head of the brain gate, and then the brain door fell to the ground.

"Hold the grass!"

There was a gasping sound, and the brain door that fell to the ground couldn't help but cover his head with his hand and rub it lightly, which was quite acceptable.

"Are you alright?"

This time, Zhang Junbao squatted down a little embarrassed, he didn't expect to knock down the brain door in this way.

"It's okay, it's a little bit."

As he spoke, he rolled over and stood up from the ground.

Brother Jun suddenly walked over, patted the shoulder of the brain door gently, and said, "It's okay, we can't stop fighting sometimes, it's normal, don't take it to heart." ”

Zhang Junbao and the brain door nodded at the same time, the exchange between comrades-in-arms is to the point, there is no hatred, there is no resentment, and you can't fight to the death.

"Call me Brain Gate in the future!"

"Okay," Zhang Junbao nodded, and planned him to be a friend.

Sometimes comrades-in-arms can understand each other's meaning with a single look, some people call it tacit understanding, some people call it heart-in-mind, and Zhang Junbao calls it fate.

Even if a true friend has not been in touch for many years, even if it is the blood that has been fought, after many years, he will laugh at his enmity and hatred, and then appeal at the wine table to talk about the debauchery and youth without regrets of the year.

Later, Zhang Junbao realized that this is the case between comrades-in-arms, but some things, some people, if they miss it, it will become a mark of vitality, which cannot be erased, and it hurts to think about it.

"Brother Jun, Junbao hasn't shot yet," Da Fei suddenly walked to Brother Jun's side, "Do we still have bullets in our company?" ”

Da Fei's words made Lao Ye and Xiao Qingming, who were holding guns, all silent, and the people sitting on the ground only noticed the old Bayi bar on Zhang Junbao's back at this time.

The body of the gun is slightly worn, and the wooden grip has a faint scratch on it, as if telling of its former glory.

"Our guns are all 5.8 ammunition, and Bayi's really doesn't have them."

"Yes, it seems that the company doesn't need large-caliber ammunition after changing guns."

……

Listening to everyone's discussions, the trace of expectation rising in Zhang Junbao's heart gradually pressed into the bottom of his heart.

He forced back the feeling of distress, squeezed out a smile, nodded to Da Fei, who was looking at him, and shook his head again.

The future is not indisputable, the fate is bumpy, as long as you are worthy of your heart, even if you let it go, it will not hurt so much.

Zhang Junbao knew that Da Fei could understand what he meant, and if he was replaced by a big soldier, he would definitely turn around and leave directly.

Their EQ and IQ are not on the same line.

"Oops," a man with a big head suddenly shouted, and all eyes suddenly fell on him, "I remember, isn't our forward machine gun a 7.62 bullet?" ”