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The results of the draw came out, Ah San against North Korea, Britain against the Netherlands, and the Eighth Route Army against the Soviet Big Brother.

Obviously, William and Summit were not very satisfied with this result, and they kept it tightly, but let Wang Liang run away.

"I hope this guy won't be eliminated by the Soviet Union, otherwise I won't be able to give him a taste of what real table tennis is." William made a gesture of prayer.

In his opinion, the British are the creators of table tennis and are naturally in the dominant position of table tennis.

"Sir, even if Wang Liang is eliminated in the first round, there is nothing to lose for us. When the time comes, we will abuse the Soviet Union, and we will not step on his head Wang Liang. "Although Summit was kicked in the head, the logic is still clear.

"Summit, I think you should think about how to solve the equipment problem of that division first, hum!" William said to Summit angrily.

In his opinion, he blew a black whistle for an afternoon and still lost the game, which is the embodiment of the incompetence of the Asan team.

As the captain of the football team, Summit naturally has an unshirkable responsibility.

"Well, I know sir." After hearing this, the corners of Summit's mouth twitched, and he mentioned the sad thing again, and he originally wanted to curry favor with Lieutenant Colonel William and ask him to help.

It is impossible to see it now, and the cunning William is afraid that he will not be able to divide himself.

Summit grimaced, not knowing how to solve the problem.

While he was struggling, with a whistle, the game began.

Because there was only one table tennis table, the game had to be played one by one, and the first round of the preliminary round was Wang Liang against Alexander of the Soviet Union.

William squeezed aside to observe, wanting to see what level Wang Liang was.

"Wang, our friend, I won't let you compete, use your full level." Alexander smiled kindly at Wang Liang.

After all, Wang Liang's relationship with the Soviet Union has always been very good, and he also has a position in the Soviet army, although it is only a fictitious position, but this cannot stop the Soviet military and people from respecting and loving Wang Liang.

Wang Liang was created by the Soviet authorities as a symbol of Sino-Soviet friendship, and although Sino-Soviet relations later became bad, Wang Liang's brilliance was still talked about by the Soviets.

"Haha Comrade Alexander, I'm really under a lot of pressure right now, you have to let me." Wang Liang responded with a smile.

For Big Brother, Wang Liang doesn't want to pretend to be slapped in the face, which is not in line with the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation.

You must know that when Wang Liang was in the military academy, he was a good student with all the development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, art and labor, and he was exposed to sports such as table tennis at the beginning of primary school, and he often played in the team.

"Okay, I'm not going to let you lose too badly." Alexander replied.

"Hmm." Wang Liang really wants to control his technique now, magnify the water, but don't make Alexander unable to get off the table.

You must know that the table tennis technology of this era and the table tennis technology of the 21st century are not the same at all.

Today, in 1942, because the World War II Olympics were suspended twice, countries around the world were too busy to study table tennis technology.

The technical level of table tennis is still in the early stage, the speed of the ball is slow, the power is small, there is no spinning skills, and the way of playing is very simple, that is, pushing the ball back and forth between the two.

And what about in the twenty-first century?

Table tennis technology is changing with each passing day, forehand and backhand, fast attack near the platform, long draw from the far platform, arc ball technology, etc., the technology is endless, and it is constantly enriched. Even a simple serve has a lot of doorways.

A professional athlete spins a ball, and ordinary people can't catch it at all.

Hearing the dialogue between Wang Liang and Alexander, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who watched the battle were a little disappointed, and at the same time understood Chief Wang Liang, where is there such a perfect person, Chief Wang Liang has already created a huge miracle in the afternoon football game, which is enough.

"I thought it was so powerful, but I didn't expect it to be a coward who needed to concede the ball, it's really embarrassing." Naturally, Summit will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ridicule Wang Liang.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted a burst of eyes and disdain.

Wang Liang didn't even pay attention to this guy and kicked off at the referee's signal.

The wooden racket, the table tennis ball that is smaller than usual, and this strange material made Wang Liang a little difficult to adapt to for a while, and he gave away a point on the tee.

Woohoo –

The referee blew the whistle, and Wang Liang's serve was not over the net.

"Hahaha, I thought it was so strong, I couldn't even serve, it's better than a yarn. Are the strongest players in the Eighth Route Army all at this level? Summit seized the moment and unleashed the taunt again.

The corners of William's mouth are also slightly raised, which is very refreshing to watch.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army also sighed, expecting the chief to create a miracle again, but now it seems a little unrealistic.

"Ah San, is your chin itching again, do you need to clean it up?" Wei Dayong moved his wrists and ankles, rattling, and glared at Summit viciously.

Summit was frightened and shut up honestly, for Wei Dayong, he had a big shadow in his heart.

Liu Rui and others are quite confident in the boss, and after so many years of getting along, they know the boss's personality and ability best.

The boss won't do things that he is not very sure of, and there are no cases of failure in pretending to be forced to slap his face.

One to zero, the battle continues.

In the process of getting familiar with the racket and the ball, Wang Liang made a few more mistakes, but fortunately, Alexander's playing style is very simple, that is, the mushroom tactic, which is to push the ball back and forth and win from the opponent's mistakes.

Ten minutes later, the score was 15-4.

In this process, Wang Liang also basically adapted to the racket in his hand and the table tennis ball made of celluloid material, and found a feeling.

Maybe Alexander felt that he was already winning the first round, or he wanted to put some water so that Wang Liang would not lose too ugly, and he began to relax a little.

It wasn't until Wang Liang scored six goals in a row to bring the score to fifteen to ten, that at this time, Alexander sensed the crisis and hurriedly corrected his attitude.

Five minutes later, the score was 18-17.

"Alexander, what are you doing? Don't be overtaken by him! The ball is too much. The Soviet officer, who was watching the battle, reminded.

Alexander couldn't help but wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, feeling a little anxious. In the eyes of others, this may be his own handicap, but he knows best what is going on when he is playing himself.

Wang Liang suddenly became stronger, and his mistakes became fewer and fewer, and his mushroom tactics had no effect.