The foreign soldier has a keen eye, and after more than a dozen rounds, he can see the way out, and the opponent in front of him is a reckless man, who has never practiced formal boxing at all, and relies on a fierce force. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info foreign soldiers are becoming more and more calm, and if this continues, victory will be a matter of time.

Lao Hei himself doesn't think so, although he doesn't have a formal routine, he has rich experience in actual combat, and every move and style is improvised. He has loved to fight since he was a child, and he has never seen any opponent until now, especially after becoming a soldier, black boxing is like a whetstone, sharpening him even more. It is difficult for this foreign soldier in front of him to be entangled, but it is still within the controllable range. In the current situation, as long as they are consumed with their opponents, foreign soldiers will be exhausted to death.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred rounds have passed, and the victory or defeat has not been scored. The onlookers all stared and opened their mouths, this pair of enemies was really a fierce lion and a vicious tiger. No one spoke, and both sides were sweating for their own people.

"Who do you think will win?" Kong Zhaoqiang asked in a low voice.

"I think this gringo is a bit hanging." The scrivener replied.

"How so? I look evenly divided. ”

"Heh, wait and see." No more will be said about the scrivener.

Another 100 rounds have passed, and there is still no score. However, the scene changed slightly, and the foreign GIs were panting, and the speed of their punches and feet slowed down. Lao Hei did not have obvious fluctuations, and used his experience to deal with his opponents.

After another thirty rounds, the foreign GIs were completely unable to do it, panting with their mouths wide open, steaming up and down their bodies, their feet softened, and their movements began to deform. Although Lao Hei was also panting, the situation was much better, and the two iron fists were whirring with the wind, and each punch was aimed at the opponent's vital point. The foreign GIs lost their aggressive offensive and gradually fell into passivity.

The victory and defeat have been decided, and it is only a matter of time before the foreign GIs are knocked down. The Chinese soldiers all showed joy on their faces, and it was a wonderful thing to beat the foreign soldiers to their stomachs, and they suffered too much from a foreign country. Being criticized everywhere and looked down upon everywhere is not pleasant. The superiors ordered that they were not allowed to clash with British and American soldiers, and the Chinese soldiers could not do anything about it. It is only when you fight black boxing that you can regain your self-esteem. The reason why the Four King Kongs are famous is because they beat the British soldiers all over the ground to find their teeth and won glory for the Chinese soldiers. Now Lao Hei has done it too.

The British GIs looked depressed, their comrades were defeated, and their faces were gloomy. As a soldier of the empire, how can you lose to the soldiers of a weak country in the East, this is a shame.

"That's it for today." Someone in the crowd spoke, in half-baked Chinese. Foreigners speak Chinese like this. A British GI stepped forward and tried to stop the fight.

"No way!" There were Chinese soldiers who refused.

"No, no." A lot of people chimed in.

The British soldier who spoke had an ugly face, he raised his hand, pointed to the watch on his wrist, and said: "It's time to rest in the barracks, you have to go back to rest, we have to rest, and this game should be over." ”

Someone on the spot objected: "Game? Phew. Is there such a desperate game? Since you're talking about games, let's play the game to the end. ”

Several more British soldiers stepped forward, and one of them, dressed up, shouted to the crowd: "The time has come, count the draw today, and continue tomorrow." ”

The British officer who spoke attracted the attention of the scrivener box and Lu Shuting and others, this guy is very familiar, he must have seen it. Remember, Sores! Sores who had just entered the Indian border. There have been quite a few conflicts between the two sides, and the road is narrow, but they have encountered it here again.

"your grandma's draw, you're stupid when we're stupid, we want results." Kong Zhaoqiang followed suit. His words were very inflammatory, and many people echoed them: "Go to your grandma's draw, we want results!" ”

Soreus's face was ugly, he was a captain in the British Imperial Army, how could a soldier dare to shout at him in such a tone. He glared at Kong Zhaoqiang angrily, thoughtfully, probably remembering something......

Several British soldiers straddled in front of the old black to stop his attack. One of them was also a familiar face, and the scrivener could even call out his name: John. This guy was there, too, squinting at the scrivener, wondering if he was going to do something. Kong Zhaoqiang saw his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder, and said that he really should do something.

John was still a small leader among foreign soldiers, and he had a certain appeal. Led by him, several British GIs lay in front of Lao Hei to prevent him from striking again. Lao Hei couldn't be calm anymore, he was about to take it, and was blocked by a few British devils. His forehead was bruised, and he threw his fist at a British soldier. This provoked a hornet's nest, and at the same time four British GIs jumped up to respond to Lao Hei. Lao Hei's combat power is obvious to all, and the British GIs know that one person can't deal with it, so they simply go up to four.

The Chinese soldiers are gone, what is this called, pull the bias frame! More than people! The last thing they were afraid of was that there were more people, and the vast majority of those present were Chinese soldiers, and there were only a dozen British GIs.

"Brethren, the country has its own laws, and the family has its own rules. The British ride on our necks and, can't be counted! Kong Zhaoqiang pulled his neck and shouted. In fact, the rules of black boxing have nothing to do with family rules, let alone national law. But now no one cares about this, the emotions are already excited, and if someone instigates it, it will explode.

A group of Chinese soldiers surrounded him. A few British GIs were pale, they were few in number, and they would suffer a big loss if they really fought.

Sores also felt that the situation was not good, and his attitude softened a little: "Chinese, you should be calm, this is the territory of the British Empire, and you are on our land." The competition must be terminated, and the bet can go to your side first, and then resume tomorrow, how about it? ”

Some of the Chinese soldiers hesitated, and the British officers relented and did not want to bet, obviously admitting defeat. Kong Zhaoqiang's eyes rolled, this guy is too much of a thing, and John is not a good bird, so it's too cheap for them to stop. He blended in with the crowd and squeezed forward little by little until he came behind Sores. He winked at the little monkey. The latter willed, poof, and blew out the oil lamp on the high platform.

There are three lamps in the large room, which are arranged in a zigzag shape on a raised platform around the room. The little monkey blew out the first lamp, and almost at the same time, the second and third lights went out as well. Naturally, it is the scrivener box and Lu Shuting's masterpiece.

The space suddenly plunged into absolute darkness, and the crowd was in a commotion. There was a crunch, followed by a violent howl: ...... It was Sores who sent it, and this guy seemed to have been hit in the face.