Chapter 947 Establishment of a Martyrs' Pension Fund

It was still William who served, this time Wang Liang was well prepared and easily took the ball, followed by pulling away.

Ping Pong Ping Pong –

After playing three rounds, William tried to smash the ball several times, but Wang Liang skillfully resolved it.

After adjustment, Wang Liang felt that the opportunity was almost over, and directly came to a forehand pull back smash to score one point!

A 1-1 draw.

"William, all I can say is that your nightmare has begun, and I hope you can relax." Wang Liang smiled.

William is a little confused, it should be Wang Liang who is in crisis now, where does your kid get his confidence?

Five minutes later......

Seeing the 18-1 point table, there was silence on the field, William waved his hand to signal Wang Liang not to serve first, he wiped the sweat on his body with a wet towel, and his face was full of panic.

In five minutes, Wang Liang won by a full 17 goals against William!

It directly subverted everyone's three views.

What's even more incredible is that Wang Liang won these balls all serve points, and William couldn't even catch the ball, either he flew away or couldn't reach the net.

"William, what kind of plane are you doing? You can't let the ball go like that! What should we do if you lose, our entire net worth is on you. ”

“shit，hat-fuck！”

"Call back! Don't concede the ball! ”

Those who bet on William were also a little panicked, at first they thought that William deliberately conceded the ball to give Wang Liang face, but the more they looked at it later, the more wrong it became, this, this William couldn't catch Wang Liang's ball at all!

Is this the fourth strength of British table tennis?

It's not as good as a guy in China who hasn't played table tennis, it's funny.

Others don't understand, Wang Liang understands best, if William can catch his ball, hell.

All of Wang Liang's hair is spin balls, topspin balls, downspin balls or left and right spin balls, and serve with two kinds of spin balls mixed together. All the techniques learned in the twenty-first century have been used, and William is not afraid that he will be able to crack them.

In this era, table tennis is only British and pretended, but in the next few years, I am afraid that no country will dare to compete with the Chinese in table tennis.

Table tennis has developed into a well-deserved national sport in China.

These high-tech spinning balls were learned by Wang Liang with Liu Guoliang, and when he was in the Naval Submarine Academy before, Liu Guoliang had come here to participate in activities, during which Wang Liang communicated with Lao Liu as a student representative, and then there was contact.

Wang Liang loves table tennis very much, and he learned a lot of skills from the head coach of the national team, and even played against Wang Hao, Zhang Jike, and Ma Long. Although it ends in defeat every time, it is not easy to use the learned technology to clean up the masters of this era.

Not long after the birth of table tennis, there was no technology to speak of, Wang Liang's golden finger was enough to crush everything and dominate the table tennis world.

"Referee, I'm applying to change my serve!" Willian couldn't help it, no matter how he adjusted the way he received the ball, it always didn't work.

Seeing that Wang Liang was about to get the match point, he was anxious.

"Huh? This doesn't work, right? The referee was a little surprised by Willian's request, but was it the first time he had encountered such a request? The referee's eyes couldn't help but look at Wang Liang, wanting to hear Wang Liang's opinion.

"Okay, I can do it." Wang Liang shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter.

Brother technology is here, whether you serve or not, you can abuse your life.

"Whew, it should be no problem, Willian got the serve back, you can win."

"Eun, it will definitely work."

The audience was doing self-comforting.

Ping Pong - Ping Pong - Ping Pong - Ping Pong!

"Yay!"

After serving, he quickly opened and pulled, and Wang Liang scored another point through the lob and regained the right to serve.

19 to 1.

The numbers are particularly glaring.

Turn the waist, press the center of gravity down, relax the lead, fully extend the wrist back, spread some forearms, rub the bottom of the ball, throw the ball high, and shoot fast to prolong the friction time.

Push it up!

After completing these steps, Wang Liang successfully sent out a super dazzling spinning ball.

There is no doubt that William couldn't take the ball, and Wang Liang easily got the game point.

It was quiet, and under the light, Wang Liang's back looked taller and taller.

The people present began to realize that the Chinese in front of them was unfathomable.

Those who witnessed the match published their memoirs in the eighties and nineties and even in the twenty-first century: "Wang Liang's superb skills were fully demonstrated in the forties of the twentieth century, and he easily defeated the fourth-ranked table tennis player in England. Let Wang Liang coach the national team, which is well-deserved and deserved. ”

With the defeat in the first game, William made more and more mistakes in the next game, and even without Wang Liang taking the initiative, William gave away a lot of points in vain.

Out of politeness, Wang Liang no longer served the spinner ball, and started to fight with William seriously.

In the end, he defeated William 21-7 and won the final victory.

"Yay! Rich, rich! I'll go, so much money, it's all ours. Hi up, get up! Harrier was overwhelmed with emotion, this was definitely the most of his career, it was like an empty glove white wolf.

"Hey, less, less, hey!" Luo Wei sighed all the time.

Originally, he planned to bet all on William's body, but he couldn't help the flickering of the adjutant Xu Chu, so he threw some money into Wang Liang's pot by mistake, and regarded it as a public welfare, thinking that he would win it back later anyway.

Unexpectedly, it was Wang Liang who won, which was an unexpected outcome for him to be killed.

Looking at those sacks of money, Luo Wei was heartbroken, and he had already thrown more into Wang Liang's, so that he could share more.

Some people are happy and some people are sad, and those who bet on William are losing their lives, especially those who have staked their lives to write IOUs, and they can't wait to rush up and snatch back the IOUs in the sack.

But look at Liu Rui and others who are loaded with guns, where do they dare?

As soon as I had the idea of repaying the debt, I heard Wang Liang throw over a sentence, "You must get the money together as soon as possible after returning to China, otherwise I will be a guest~"

In the end, as agreed, Wang Liang took out most of the money he received to establish a martyr's fund, which was specially used to help the families of the martyrs, so that their lives would not be so difficult.

Wang Liang, who is familiar with history, knows best, but most of those who serve as soldiers are from a bitter background, especially the only seedling, and they are the only pillars of the family.

If they are gone, how will parents, wives, and sons feed themselves?

Do you want the children of martyrs to get by sticking matchboxes and picking up garbage?

No way!

The Republic must not forget those who are loyal to the Fatherland and must lend a helping hand at the most critical time.