Looking at the squadron leader of Team A who flew out, there was a dead silence in the fighting arena. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An A-class warrior, the leader of a team, strikes at a private and flies back.

The soldiers of Team A, who were originally waiting to watch the play, forgot to take back the smile on their faces and stood on the spot.

The soldiers of the branch base who were onlookers saw this unbelievable scene, and the shock in their hearts was like a tsunami.

"Am I dazzled, or are the current recruits so fierce?"

It's hard to accept, rub your eyes and look again.

Expressionless, the big man who stood with his hands closed.

The squadron leader of Team A, who pressed his hands on his abdomen, curled up like a shrimp in Jiwei, and couldn't stop twitching.

The private killed the A-class soldier with one punch, this is a fact in front of him, and no one can question it.

"Where is this soldier a monster who ran out, such a terrifying combat power, do you want people to live."

Except for the cooking group, the others looked at Liu Daxiong with a blank of fear.

Struggling with difficulty, Lao Lin staggered to his feet.

"Tsk, you kid has a kind."

Spit out the blood in his mouth, Lao Lin Tong's waist, with pain on his face, stared at Liu Daxiong fiercely.

If it weren't for despising the opponent, with Lao Lin's more than ten years of experience in special warfare, although he couldn't absolutely defeat Liu Daxiong, he wouldn't be so embarrassed.

Fortunately, the A-rank fighters have a strong physique.

Although he was hit by Liu Daxiong, Lao Lin could still bear it.

Spit out the old blood in your mouth and let the stasis in your chest dissipate, and you will be uncomfortable and will not be seriously injured.

"Squadron Leader, are you alright?"

The soldiers of Team A, who came back to their senses, rushed over to help Lao Lin.

"That little cub is too ignorant, squadron leader, you wait, a few of us go and see the catties and taels on the other side."

There were a few fighters with a more irritable personality who couldn't swallow this breath.

"Come back, don't you think Lao Tzu is ashamed enough?"

Lao Lin shouted to stop his soldiers, turned around and walked towards the rest area of Team A.

Although Lao Lin was in his heart, he couldn't wait to eat the private who made him lose face. But the old ones were beaten, and the small ones went to the field.

He can't do it, and the sense of honor of a soldier in his heart can't accept it.

"Little cub, don't make me wait to meet you."

A warrior wearing an A-class iron-blooded armband, after speaking viciously, turned around and followed the captain to the rest area.

"Hey, it seems that after this competition, it's time for them to leave."

Seeing Liu Daxiong's strength, Uncle Li thought with a little sadness.

"Let's go, let's go to the rest area."

Retracting his thoughts, Uncle Li led the team forward.

At this time, the iron-blooded B team also walked into the playing field.

At the head was a burly officer over 1.8 meters tall, followed by warriors, each with a confident look.

"What's going on here?"

Passing through the perimeter to watch the soldiers, the leading officer listened to the excited discussion around him, and thought suspiciously.

When he walked to the point where Lao Lin flew to the ground, a trace of blood entered his nose.

When I looked down, there was a dark red ball of blood on the ground, which was particularly dazzling.

"Today's military competition has not even started, and there is already a battle, interesting! Interesting! ”

The tall officer smiled and walked towards his team's rest area.

He was careless in defeat last year, and now he has seven A-level teams in the competition. The remaining B team also has two A-level fighters, and their strength is close to the A-level group.

deliberately brought all of his own old bottoms to take away the A team logo.

The tall officer is confident that this year will be his solo show.

The Iron Blood B team went into the break shortly after.

A major general about thirty years old, carrying a golden bean on his shoulder, walked in with three fighters.

Fighters watching the battle from the sidelines automatically moved out of the way, standing on both sides and saluting.

The squadron leaders of the three squadrons hurriedly got up and saluted him in the air.

All the participants also got up from their seats and saluted.

The major general looked solemn, nodded his head, and walked straight to the second floor of the competition field.

"Holy, SS-class warrior?"

More than 20 meters away, Xie Heilong was shocked when he saw the rank mark on his armband.

In Xie Heilong's heart, the most powerful soldier in the brigade should be the same as the three soldiers behind the major general, and the highest is only S-level.

After all, in his base, including Uncle Li, the highest level is A-level.

Now that an SS-level cattle man suddenly appeared, Xie Heilong was inevitably a little surprised.

Seeing the Major General walk to the second floor, everyone put down their saluting right hands and put them back on their chairs.

"Grandma's, who is that person, he looks awesome, and he didn't even return the salute."

The fat man patted Xie Heilong's arm and asked curiously.

"I estimate that he is the captain of the Fifth Brigade, and he is a major general, and he is very capable, so it is normal not to return the courtesy."

Xie Heilong retracted his gaze and said in a low voice.

That's an SS-level warrior, the devil knows what its strength is, Xie Heilong thinks it's better to be careful.

After all, being talked about behind people's backs makes most people unhappy.

Especially this kind of SS-level cowman, if he comes over and beats you up, it will be dumbfounded.

At nine o'clock, the year-end military competition officially began.

"Whoosh"

An S-class soldier beside the major general jumped lightly and jumped directly from the jump floor more than four meters high.

"Whew"

The ground was silent, and the strong wind blew away the dust under him.

Seeing this magic skill, the warriors who participated in the last martial arts competition, although they were a little envious at the moment, looked quite calm.

But those fighters who participated in the competition for the first time were a little uneasy.

"Holy, is this guy made of feathers? Jumping down so high, it was so light. ”

Liang Chao's mouth was wide open, and his eyeballs almost ran out of his sockets.

"Grandma, this is too."

The fat man Mu Na muttered, his expression was not much better than that of Liang Chao.

“……”

Xie Heilong had nothing to say, only envy, jealousy and hatred!

The S-class warriors who calmed the audience with one move walked to the middle of the arena with light steps and a calm expression.

"Today's competition, hand-to-hand combat, the first game is equipment fighting, any weapons are allowed, please assign personnel from each team to enter the field."

The S-class warrior didn't speak loudly, and strangely, everyone heard it clearly.

"I won't arrange it by name, which of you has the confidence to win this game, go up yourself."

Uncle Li, who was sitting in the front row, turned his head and finished speaking, staring at Xie Heilong with his eyes.

"Little one, you have to go up."

The skillful use of cold weapons is the basic training of every iron-blooded soldier, and most people use short weapons that are easy to carry.

Since the eight participating groups of Team C are all A-level fighters, they are all about the same in strength.

So the remaining three places, Uncle Li did not deliberately choose.

It just so happened that while Xie Heilong was waiting for the competition, he specially practiced a set of hand-to-hand combat skills and named it "Dao Guo Gong".

"Two brothers, I've kept you waiting, I'll take you out today to breathe."

Xie Heilong gently stroked the "weapon" in his hand, smiled slightly, got up and walked towards the fighting arena. (To be continued.) )