Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Palace of Gambling Boxing

Lambgar was full of desolate wilderness, and the Allies soon carved out larger training grounds for recruits. There will be a steady stream of new recruits coming in the future www.biquge.info and a bigger training ground will be opened.

When the recruits arrive, Wang Dalei and Wang's squad leader will be transferred away at any time. The atmosphere of the class where the scrivener box is located has become very subtle, everyone is staring at Fan Tiechao and the scrivener box intentionally or unintentionally, the two deputy squad leaders, who will have the last laugh?

Kong Zhaoqiang said mysteriously to the scrivener: "Old generation, do you want to remove the deputy word of the deputy squad leader?" ”

"Not interested." The scrivener said lightly.

"If you're not interested, if you let Fan Tieran's kid straighten things up, will there be any good fruit for us to eat? Don't kill us yet. Kong Zhaoqiang hit the nail on the head.

Hearing this, the scrivener also became serious, "Then what do you say you should do?" ”

Kong Zhaoqiang grinned: "Hehe, it's easy to do." Give Wang Dalei some gifts, he still doesn't want us. ”

"Gift-giving? What to give? Sell you or sell me. ”

"Hey, I know a place where you can get good things. Let's go tonight. Kong Zhaoqiang said that he would not go on anymore, and he looked mysterious. No matter how the scrivener asked, he didn't explain.

After dinner, Kong Zhaoqiang deliberately broke Gong Da Niu apart and led the scrivener, Lu Shuting, and the little monkey out of the camp. Ramgar is not prosperous, and out of the camp is the wilderness. The barren beach as far as the eye can see is directly in the sky. A few people were a little confused, they had not been in the military camp for a long time after they came to Ramgah.

"Where are you going?" Even Lu Shuting, who had always rarely spoken, couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask, you'll find out when you get there." Kong Zhaoqiang didn't say much, and led everyone forward. "No, just over that little hill." He added.

The three of them looked up, and there was a small hill a few hundred meters away, bare, without a single tree, only some weeds growing wildly. What can there be over there? The three of them were confused. Kong Zhaoqiang refused to say anything anymore, just led the way.

The three men quickened their pace and soon came to the bottom of the hill. Weeds grow wildly in this area, reaching as high as an adult's waist and spreading to the top of a hill. In the midst of such dense weeds, there was a path that zigzagged to the other side of the hill. Kong Zhaoqiang led people up the mountain, the mountain road was rugged, and it was not easy to stumble along the way. This road has not been abandoned, which shows that there are people who often walk, otherwise it would have been swallowed up by the wild grass.

At this time, it was not completely dark, and when I stood on the top of the mountain and looked back at the barracks, I realized the vastness of the barracks. Scattered across the wasteland from south to north, with no end in sight. Under the hill is a small river, and on the other side of the river there is a large area of abandoned buildings. It's not very old, but it's already in a dilapidated state. Many walls and roofs had collapsed, bricks and tiles were everywhere, and weeds were coming out of the cracks in the bricks, giving the ruins a layer of green. Although desolate, the grandeur is still there, and it is hard to imagine what it was like when it was in its heyday.

Kong Zhaoqiang pointed to the ruins and said, "That's it." ”

The three of them were completely tempered by him, and quickly descended the mountain and ran towards the ruins. The river was murmuring, and it was a little cold to step on, but I couldn't care about it so much. Four people waded across the river. The ruins are in front of you, and when you get up close, you feel a sense of vicissitudes coming to your face, as if you have walked into a dusty history. At the same time, you can feel the grandeur even more, and every brick and tile tells the story of the prosperity of the past.

"It's a castle, isn't it?" The little monkey asked.

"No, it's more like a palace." Lu Shuting has his own opinion.

The scrivener touched his chin and looked carefully, the age of the ruins is not very old, at most fifty years, and the architectural style is similar to that of the West. The materials used in the building are very extensive, the decoration is extremely simple, and many of the rooms are directly brick walls, which is definitely not a palace where the local Indian magnates live. It is too shabby for nobles to live in such a palace. It is also far-fetched to say that there is no moat or heavy walls, and it is of no practical significance for a castle to be built on a wasteland.

Suddenly, there was a voice from inside the ruins. The scrivener box and Lu Shuting were the first to notice it, and they immediately became alert, and immediately touched the pistol in their waists.

Kong Zhaoqiang laughed dryly: "Hehe, don't be nervous, it's all your own people, let's go in." As he spoke, he led the three of them inside. I crutched to a large, dilapidated room. There were lights inside, and a group of people around them didn't know what they were doing. Judging from the clothes, they are all soldiers of the expeditionary force, with black hair and yellow skin, no wonder Kong Zhaoqiang said that he was his own person.

The four of them subconsciously squeezed into the crowd. In the innermost part was a clearing, where two soldiers were fighting. Towards the end of the day, the soldier with a small black beard swept his opponent with a sweeping leg, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks until the opponent conceded defeat. Blackbeard picked up the loot on the ground, a belt, and a pair of glasses, and walked into the crowd contentedly.

The crowd cheered and congratulated the victor.

The scrivener quickly understood: black boxing. I can't imagine that the gambling game is set here, who came up with it. He swept towards Kong Zhaoqiang with a black face, and said in his heart, what do you mean by coming here, and you still want to fight black boxing?

Kong Zhaoqiang patiently explained with a smiling face: "Old generation, aren't we short of hard currency, what we have here is like giving it for nothing." Why don't you give it for nothing. Your future, our future, is all here. ”

I don't know what to say, Lao Kong's words have some truth, I really don't know how to refute it. Lu Shuting did not say anything, and acquiesced to Kong Zhaoqiang's bad idea.

At this time, the field started again. Blackbeard went out again, throwing the belt and glasses he had just won on the ground, and it was a bet. It was a very thin and tall man who was fighting. As soon as this person appeared, he immediately won a round of applause, this person's surname is Ma, known as Ma Yileg, as the name suggests, the kung fu on the leg is very good. The wager on the horse's leg was a gold pen, supposedly the trophy taken from the corpse of a Japanese officer.

Although black boxing is not a real fight, it is also quite intense. No one will show mercy, because if you show mercy, others will knock you down. Whoever comes on the field wants to be knocked down. Moreover, the people who participate in black boxing have a pride in their bones, how can they easily spare people, and even some people are born sadistic and take beating people for fun. In a word, there is no good stubble for those who participate in black boxing.

The scrivener has not yet been clearly theorized with Kong Zhaoqiang, and the winner and loser have already been separated, and the little black beard and the horse have fought for more than a dozen rounds, and a sweeping leg swept the opponent over, and pounced on it with a messy punch. It wasn't until the horse conceded defeat that he stopped. The horse struggled to get up, his eyes were blue, his left side of his face was swollen and high, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Blackbeard picked up the pen on the ground, blew the dust on it, and put it in his pocket. There was another commotion in the crowd, and Little Blackbeard won five consecutive battles in one go, calming down a crowd.