cough cough cough ...... Song Da bent over and coughed as he walked, obviously coughing for a long time, his voice was hoarse, and he even gasped with a muffled sound. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He walked to the center of the field before raising his head, his face sallow and haggard.

The scrivener frowned, he was sick like this and fart! He squeezed in front of Song Da's tongue and asked in a low voice, "Can you still fight like this?" ”

Song Da saw that it was a scrivener, and said a little helplessly: "I don't know what to do, I was dizzy when I opened the fourth day in the morning, and I had a cold." ”

"You're still here? Won't you change your day, but you'll come back when you're in good health. The scrivener complained to him.

"Change, how to change, it's all in response to others." Song Da spoke with a hoarse tongue, and he couldn't speak clearly, but now it was even more incomprehensible.

The scrivener looked at the other party's yellowed face, knowing that Lao Song couldn't fight today, and even if he barely appeared on the stage, he would have to be beaten down by Ba Xin. "No, you can't get on. I can't watch you die. ”

"The big battle father said that it is difficult to chase the dead horse, and you let me be a turtle with a shrunken head?" Song Da tongue did not agree.

"Old Song, don't be rash. Your current body is not fit for fighting. ”

The two argued. There's a guy from Bhasin's side. This man has blonde hair and is considered short among Westerners. Something was grunting. Only the scrivener box present understands English, and the other party is here to urge the war, why don't they fight when everyone comes.

The scrivener replied to the other party in English, which meant that the protagonist had a cold, and he played for the protagonist. The British soldier's face was different, he didn't dare to call the shots, he had to go back and ask for instructions. Then he went back to Bhasin for instructions.

At this time, there was a commotion at the door, and several British GIs were crowded in, and the scrivener headed by him was James. This guy is Bhasin's superior, and after being promoted to major, Bhasin was also promoted, and now he is a captain, which is equivalent to the scrivener level.

After James came in, someone next to him brought a folding chair and supported it very quickly, and James sat down. Calmly holding a pipe, he sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight.

The short British soldier soon returned to the scrivener and replied: Chief Bhasin did not agree to the substitution, and it was the man who stood up for the ultimate fight.

The scrivener's face is gloomy, what is this called, taking advantage of people's danger?

"Old, what are you talking about?" Song asked with a big tongue.

"Didn't say anything, don't ask. I'll take care of the rest. The scrivener spoke as he grabbed the British GIs by the neck. The latter struggled desperately, gurgling bird songs out of his mouth. It's a pity that it's useless, the scrivener box is too strong, and he can't break free at all.

Whoosh, the scrivener slammed his arms hard, and the British GI flew out in the direction of Bhasin with a howl. Tong, a muffled sound, ah...... Then there was another heart-rending scream.

Ba Xinteng stood up suddenly, revealing two cold lights at the scrivener. James couldn't help but put down his pipe, with a look of surprise and displeasure, the two countries didn't fight each other, how could they beat the messenger! He saw the scrivener box at a glance, and the two sides had dealt with each other more than once, not only did they recognize it, but it should be said that they were impressed.

James stared at the scrivener, his chest heaving violently, no longer as calm as before. This Chinese...... He clenched his fists and hated to rush straight forward. But he is afraid of the combat power of the old generation, the two sides have not fought each other, and the force of the scrivener box is not something that James can deal with.

James whispered something to Bhasin, scanning the scrivener out of the corner of his eye as he spoke. Soon Bhasin walked into the center of the field and hooked his hand at the scrivener, and the meaning of the challenge was obvious.

Naturally, the scrivener box will not show weakness and step towards Bazin. The two sides face each other five paces apart.

There was a commotion around, many people were not familiar with the scrivener, and their hearts said that such a person came out of nowhere, daring to challenge Bazin?! All right? The Chinese soldiers are sweating for the scrivener, if it is the same as a few days ago, it is better to only serve as cannon fodder. From the bottom of my heart, everyone hopes that Song Da Tongue can appear, and only masters of that level are qualified to fight with Ba Xin. There are also a few people who know some scrivener boxes and know that he has two hits, but it is worse than Bhasinbi, and it is possible to hold on for dozens of rounds, but he will still lose in the end. In short, the Chinese soldiers were not optimistic about the scrivener, and sweated for this reckless Chinese companion.

The British GIs who were watching had a different mentality, someone was looking for death, so let him come. In their eyes, Bhasin is invincible, the Four King Kongs are about to become history, and no one can still on their necks.

Song Da's tongue was also very surprised, it was obvious that he was fighting himself, why did he suddenly change people? "Old generation, let's come back." He also wants to play.

The scrivener didn't pay attention to Song Da's tongue, and even ignored other people's sighs and discussions, and stared at Bat Xin with both eyes. The Thai on the other side is a very dangerous guy, good at sneak attacks, and he must not be careless with him.

Only a few people present, such as Bhasin and James, had learned the combat power of the scrivener. Knowing that this guy in front of him is not easy to mess with, his combat power is not under the four King Kongs, and in some ways it is even more difficult.

Bhasin clenched his fists, and his knuckles could be heard rattling. The guy had a serious expression and put on a Muay Thai starting stance, with his feet paired with fragmented steps, and entered the state of imminent combat.

The scrivener also took on a posture to respond, and his feet were as if they were nailed to the ground, which was very different from Bhasin.

Static and moving, fierce confrontation, seemingly unremarkable, but in fact pregnant with infinite killing opportunities. For three minutes, no one moved. The British GIs watching the battle were puzzled, this is not Bhasin's usual style, what is going on today? Does he want to change his strategy and win by surprise?

The Chinese soldiers were also surprised, many of whom had seen Bazin's methods, which were always clean and clean, and the offensive was wave after wave until the opponent was defeated. But today it is unusual. Could it be ...... He already disdains to confront ordinary people? Or is he brewing a big outburst and knocking his opponent down with one move? Many Chinese soldiers began to worry about the scrivener, after all, everyone is Chinese, and whoever loses is not comfortable.

James's face was gloomy, he kept watching the situation in the field, the pipe in his hand had already been handed over to the person next to him, even if he was nervous and liked to be cool, he had no intention of putting on a fight at this time. He knows the combat power of the scrivener, the only person who has made Bash suffer, such a person is definitely a fierce opponent.

Lu Shuting, Gong Daniu and others also looked at the battlefield, they knew Ba Xin's combat power very well, this kid was simply not human, cold-blooded, hard, alert, sharp, and there were no loopholes. It's hard to deal with such a person, and if you're not careful, you'll get bitten. The old generation is destined not to go too smoothly this time, and even if he can win, he will have to pay a very high price.