"I don't believe it, I can't beat that hair doll!" Zhang Lang is very conceited about his kung fu.

"Prodigal son, I think forget it, when the boss was alive, we were just a vice-captain, and now that he is dead, our position has not changed, in case you lose, you have no jokes, and even the vice-captain is gone. You are not as good as a dog in the Japanese. Yang Tianshun persuaded Zhang Lang not to compete with Wang Jian.

"Tianshun, do you just want to be a vice captain? That is so tempting, I'm just going to beat that doll! When the second is in charge, then ...... Hahaha......"

"Peep! Dogs can't change eating, that woman is what you think too? You don't do what you do with yourself? In Yang Tianshun's eyes, Lingzi is a phoenix, and Zhang Lang is a little.

From the moment Reiko shook his hand and killed Qiao Fahai, he knew that he was not Reiko's opponent, this woman was not ordinary.

Suddenly, Reiko appeared in front of the two of them, Reiko said with a smile: "The two masters, gather the team, today is the martial arts competition, and it is also a conference to establish rules, bring all of you with you." ”

"Yes, boss." Yang Tianshun must be respectful.

Zhang Lang looked at Lingzi, what a great beauty, Lao Tzu can marry such a woman, and close his eyes when he dies. Zhang Lang watched Reiko leave, and couldn't help but make up his mind secretly.

There is a large lawn on the top of the dome mountain, which is the place where the monks in the monastery often practice. There is an earthen platform in the northeast corner of the big lawn, which is forty square meters, which is the place where He Shang is lost in practice.

Lingzi stood on the earthen platform, the entire Falcon team was lined up on both sides, on one side was the veteran members of the Taihu Falcon team, led by Wang Jian, a total of sixty-two people; On one side are the newcomers to the Falcons' Night Raiders. It was carried by Yang Tianshun and Zhang Lang. Zhang Lang has 80 team members, and Yang Tianshun has 75 team members. The number of new players far exceeds that of the old players led by Wang Jian. All the people from Dome Mountain came, even the two maids in the hot springs. Standing beside Zhang Lang and Yang Tianshun respectively. After Qiao Fahai's death, Yang Tianshun and Zhang Lang each divided themselves privately and dedicated themselves.

The weather in the afternoon was good, with blue sky and white clouds, and the winter sun shone on the players, warm.

Lingzi watched the performances of Yang Tianshun and Zhang Lang. She knew that now, the team of Qiaofa kelp was so lazy that she wanted to train such a team to fight devils, if there was no iron discipline, once she fought with the Japanese army, she didn't know what would happen, and it was difficult to predict.

Reiko looked at it for a moment and found that the line led by Wang Jian was very neat, and the weapons were polished and glowed black in the sun. In particular, the thirty commandos were all in good spirits and full of vitality. Reiko couldn't help but secretly admire Wang Jian for leading the troops well.

Then Reiko looked at the team led by Zhang Lang, and he actually hugged the maid by his side. A look of nonchalance. The team members have no formation, they all look weird, and a pair of eyes full of hungry wolves look at them without turning their eyes, and Reiko is very uncomfortable. Yang Tianshun's people are slightly better than Zhang Lang's, but Lingzi hates Yang Tianshun for taking that maid with him. None of them are good.

Lingzi's heart is bright, today is a military competition, as long as Wang Jian wins Zhang Lang and cuts his military power, everything is not up to him. Thinking of this, Reiko cleared her throat and said loudly, "Brothers, today is a good day. The Night Raid team has finally taken off the dogskin of the two devils and joined our falcon team, everyone is welcome! ”

The old falcons applauded enthusiastically, and the night raiders were scattered and lifeless. There was a look of disdain on the oily faces of the food. Reiko saw it in her heart and thought to herself, let's go and see! Once the 10 articles of the military regulations are implemented, we will never spare you! Don't look at you all as gentlemen, I will subdue you.

Reiko announced loudly: "Today is the martial arts competition, and the next is Captain Zhang against Captain Wang, three fights and two wins." Start now. In the first game, than marksmanship. ”

"Who's going first?"

"Lao Tzu is coming!" Zhang Lang held two short guns in his hand, looked at a board at a hundred meters away, and put three wine bottles, "Bang bang bang!" "The bottle is all broken. Zhang Lang smiled with a mouth full of smoked teeth and a smug smile.

At this moment, three turtledoves were startled out of the woods, three or four hundred meters away from Wang Jianzu, Wang Jian shot three times in a row, and the three turtledoves were planted in the woods from the air. All the team members in Pingli couldn't help but applaud. Including more than 80 team members led by Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang's face turned blue with anger, he didn't expect that the hairy doll in front of him would lay down the turtledove with the most strange flight path in a place several times his distance, which was really incredible. If this is a war, no matter how strong the enemy is, he will only lose his life.

Reiko was very excited in her heart, this Wang Jian is too powerful! With such a person by his side, why worry that the enemy chief will not be destroyed! couldn't help but announce loudly: "In the first game, Wang Jian won." In the second game, the game begins! ”

Zhang Langren is tall and big, and he is a head taller than Wang Jian. The nine round scars on the head are very eye-catching in the afternoon sun, like nine winter orchids. Boxing is his strong point, and as soon as he comes up, he chases Wang Jian and fights to the death. Wang Jian only had to hide. Even if he punches back, the fist hits Zhang Lang like hitting hard iron. Zhang Lang practiced the iron cloth shirt, no matter how much Wang Jian attacked from that part, he couldn't let Zhang Lang get hurt. However, Zhang Lang's fists flew up and down, and Shaolin, Black Tiger, and Wudang were mixed together, and they couldn't defeat Wang Jian. Zhang Lang was so angry that the three corpses jumped, and he didn't even punch Wang Jian's body.

I couldn't help but shout: "Little bastard, why don't you fight back?" ”

Wang Jian smiled slightly, one move of the white crane soared into the sky, and then another move of the eagle pounced on the rabbit, turning his palm into a fist, two thunderbolts, two punches, hitting the roots of Zhang Lang's ears,

Zhang Lang suddenly felt that the sky was turning, the mountains were moving, he was unsteady on his feet, and Wang Jian's cold shadow was everywhere. After a while, he finally fell into Shiping like a bundle of dry firewood