Margaret knew the psychology of the officers and soldiers of Feiyang now.

This kind of mentality is normal, and even Hastings can't reverse it, let alone her.

Besides, Margaret didn't think about reversing all this, the Feiyang people are the Feiyang people, as the first superpower in the universe, it is impossible to be arrogant and domineering, and to be reasonable in everything. Moreover, this did not affect the combat effectiveness of the Feiyang soldiers. Lao Tzu is the first in the world, and seeing if no one is convinced, is the momentum that the army should have.

A soldier bears a nest of bears. Whether it's desperate or fleeing, in the end, it's the commander who watches. Like Samon, let alone being beaten by a fat man and spitting on a mouthful of spit, even if he was beaten ten times and drowned with spit, Margaret would not frown because of her status as a Feiyang. Feiyang has a population of tens of billions, and I don't know how many are unvirtuous, unfilial, and selfish. If such a person makes a mistake, he should also protect it, which is too narrow-minded.

The reason why these grassroots officers and soldiers of Feiyang are looking for trouble with fat people is only because they are Feiyang people, and they are naturally arrogant. The truth is that they may not know much, and they may not have much of a good impression of Samon, but they can only feel aggrieved that all the Filan officers, including Carolina, can only watch the fat man and the Chakner arrogantly commit murder in public, and they don't like the fat man who spit on Samon in public.

If it was the first night, they were making a fuss downstairs, and the fat man endured it, and after a while, this breath might disappear, and the Feiyang people were born to eat soft and not hard. In addition, over the years, Fei Yang's superior status in human society has given them enough confidence to argue with a Major General Le Lei as an ordinary officer and soldier.

It's a pity that the fat man is obviously not a willing to suffer. Since stealing chickens yesterday has not been a loss to rice, but has eaten a fat man. The officers and soldiers of Feiyang are on the same page as this fat man.

Margaret knew that when these officers were eating and chatting, they were discussing how to make Leleigh fat man suffer a little. Last night, I also heard the sound of an emergency assembly downstairs. Today, they also came prepared, and the few officers standing in the distance did not participate, if the fat man picked up the commander's shelf again and repeated the old tricks. They were able to report the situation to Carolina immediately.

With Carolina's temperament and her deep hatred for fat people, no matter how nonsense the junior officers below are, she always condones it. With her protection, the officers and soldiers of Feiyang are not afraid that they will not be able to close the scene. This time the fat man dared to use the same move again. Their actions are not just training on the training ground.

Is there anything that a group of people can't win against one?

Today, officers and soldiers chose to conduct combat training on the training ground. They wanted to see how the fat man who had been noisy all night and had made a big show on Samon would react.

Downstairs. The fat man has been surrounded by the Feiyang warriors who have been selected to be ready to fight. Margaret speculated with interest about the outcome of the battle as she picked up her teacup and took a sip.

As soon as the tea was in his mouth, it squirted out.

I saw it on the training ground. The fat man gestured and stroked at a few selected elite fighters, and was full of interest—you fight, and I will guide.

Looking at the Feiyang warriors looking at each other, under the order of the fat man with a lollipop in his mouth, he worked in groups of two and helplessly. I watched this fat man in the name of guidance, let the family pose, personally go up and grab and twist, touch and rub, and keep turning people's faces around. Pinch your chin up and down.

Margaret coughed violently. She felt that the game had just begun today. I can't stand it anymore.

Standing up, closing the curtains, under the yellow light of the bedroom, the thin pajamas slipped off the graceful curves, Margaret walked barefoot to the wardrobe, took out her uniform, and the corners of her mouth were a hint of anger and amusement.

Grandpa and Douglas, how could they have such a high opinion of such a bastard?!

Is it because he's shameless enough?!

"Look, when he punches him," the fat man said vaguely as he grabbed a Fyan soldier in a punch pose with a lollipop in his mouth, "You can look at me in slow motion like this." ”

The fat man slowly stretched out his hand, symbolically blocked the arm of the soldier who threw the punch, and slapped the backhand softly on the soldier's face.

This slap is comparable to a lover's touch, delicate and reluctant. In addition, the fat man looked like a peach blossom with a budding spring, and the vest of the Feiyang soldier on the side was cold. Especially the Fei Yang soldier who was posing and cooperating, goosebumps and cold hair all over his body, stood up at once

Everyone was in doubt, but when they saw the fat man's legs twisted and twisted, he turned around and squatted, made a fairy wave of his sleeves, and stretched out his hand to the crotch of the Feiyang warrior

"Look, at this time, you can reflexively attack his vital point"

Looking at the fat man's green eyes and posing as a Feiyang soldier, his soul suddenly flew away. With a kick on his feet, a stumbling crawl dodged to the side.

"Well, that's probably it." The fat man stood up with a serious face and turned back to the Feiyang soldiers.

Although he was now serious and expressionless, at the moment when the soldier dodged away, everyone clearly saw this guy's disappointment and dissatisfaction.

"Now, let's break down a few other actions"

"General Tian!" Lieutenant Colonel Jason, who was standing on the side, finally couldn't help it.

The commander of the Special Operations Battalion of the 107th Armored Division of the Feiyandarapeaia Military Region could no longer stand the so-called combat guidance of this fat man, who was almost teasing, and strode forward with a calm face: "We have all learned this kind of fighting skills. I heard that General Tian has a very high attainment in hand-to-hand combat. Everyone wants to see the real thing! ”

Jason bites the word "real" very hard.

"Really?!" The fat man was a little confused.

"The general is a Lelei man," Jason said contemptuously, "I don't know what Lelei soldiers are like when they are training in martial arts, but in the Republic of Feiyang." Our hand-to-hand combat is based on all-out fighting. If the general wants to personally instruct the fighting skills of various battalions, then, in order for the soldiers to have an intuitive understanding and feeling, we can select people to fight against the general in actual combat. ”

Hearing Jason's words, Margaret, who had just walked to the side, stopped.

As if sensing Margaret's presence, Jason and the fat man turned their heads to look at Margaret at the same time.

Under the bright sun. Margaret's hair was a very pale golden yellow, very fine, very soft. The devil's body is convex and backward. That face is even more beautiful. Wearing a Fei Yang uniform, where she stood quietly, she could even exude a kind of sex appeal that made people swoon.

I want to make a beauty trick to Lao Tzu! The fat man proudly straightened his chest and quietly threw away the lollipop.

"How is it, General Tian" Margaery, the goddess of the army recognized by the Feiyang soldiers, came here, making the entire special battalion permeated with a strong male atmosphere. Jason and a group of fighters became aggressive: "If you don't want to, or if you're afraid of getting hurt, we'll continue training on our own."

"This" The fat man glanced at Margaret and hesitated, "Train." How could it hurt."

"Since it is an all-out fight, there will naturally be the possibility of injury," Jason, who has a standard and strong figure, looks quite heroic compared to the chubby fat man, and at the moment he straightens his waist, which is even more heroic: "Injuries are commonplace for our special forces." Big deal, just a couple of weeks in the medical pod! ”

Jason's words can be described as loud and heroic. In front of Margaret. All the Fyan warriors. All of them held their chests up and raised their heads. They were originally the best of the best in the Feiyang army, regardless of the level of training. Military weapons technology, logistics support, Feiyang is the first level in the universe, and it is naturally arrogant. On weekdays, he has always looked down on soldiers from other countries.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that on the planet Gachalim Mozic, their god-given companion, who was just as arrogant as them, had already been taught a lesson by this fat man.

"This is too barbaric" The fat man's face turned blue and white for a while, and his face was a little unbearable, and he thought for a long time and came up with a reason: "Now the situation is grim, in case you are injured"

"Haha!" Jason and the soldiers couldn't help but laugh, and Jason said, "We were wounded, and we deserved it." I'm afraid that none of our soldiers' subordinates will be serious, and if they hurt the general, I hope the general will not be held accountable for blame. ”

"How could I blame!" The fat man glanced at Margaret, straightened his chest, and looked proud.

"That's good!" Jason hit the snake with the stick, immediately waved his hand, and said to a big man who was black and strong, with only a slit left with two small eyes: "White goose!" You come and talk to the general. ”

"White goose?" Margaret was shocked.

The fat man may not know, but she doesn't know much about these guys in the special battalion of the 107th Division. She knew that this guy, nicknamed the White Goose, was not as elegant as his nickname sounded.

Black and strong, he is nicknamed the White Goose because the goose is not as supple as it seems on the surface, and when it attacks, it is aggressive and aggressive. There was once an example of a goose pecking away from a wolf. This big man smiled and squinted his eyes, giving people a feeling that he was not fierce. However, he is the number one firepower player in the special camp and the second person in hand-to-hand combat, whether it is mecha control or hand-to-hand combat, he is like a fierce white goose, moving forward.

Jason sent the white goose out, apparently trying to beat the fat man firmly. Take a bad breath.

Margaret's bewitching eyes turned to the fat man.

The expression on the fat man's face was wonderful. seems to be a little timid, and a little unable to save face, and occasionally sneaks a glance at himself, pretending to hold his chest and abdomen.

Margaret suddenly felt a little bored.

This fat man, since he dared to fight against the Feiyang soldiers, he should understand his situation. If he can't even pass this hurdle, one can imagine how hasty all his decisions would be when the same situation was replaced by that between the Western Covenant and the Filipino League. How can such a person who is easily forced into a corner take on a heavy responsibility?!

Does it mean to pay attention to Grandpa Hastings, is it just concern?

Seeing the white goose take off his training vest and walk in front of him with his tendon meat, the fat man raised his head, and his expression of being in a dilemma disappeared without a trace.

Margaret's heart pounded. I saw the corner of the fat man's mouth, and a sneer was already revealed.

"Come on!"

As soon as the fat man's words fell, the white goose had already rushed over like a whirlwind, and the two arms, which were as thick as ordinary people's waists, were completely inflated, and the green muscles and blood vessels were like green dragons, showing their teeth and dancing claws on their arms. A fist the size of a casserole slammed into the air with a crisp sound.

The power of this punch is like opening a mountain and cracking a rock. Far away, Margaret felt the fist blowing.

It is said that the heavy fist of the white goose is the first in the 107th Division, and in my opinion, this is definitely not an exaggeration. Not to mention a person, even if there is a male lion weighing hundreds of kilograms in front of him, this punch can beat him down!

The name of this white goose is still wrong, he should be called a rhinoceros! Not to mention being punched by him, even if it is a little touched, it will immediately be skin and flesh.

Between the stone fire and lightning, the fat man also made a move.

Everyone felt their hearts beat faster and their breathing stopped. This fat man punched as fast as lightning, and he actually went to the fist of the white goose!

Hit hard! This fat man is crazy!

The thought flashed in his mind, and he heard a loud bang on the ground, and the fists of the two had literally collided together. The dust kicked up under his feet was in the air, like a shock wave, and suddenly scattered in all directions. Although slight, it is clearly visible. The visual impact of this sound, this scene, is even more amazing than a bomb exploding in front of you.

A muffled snort sounded, and everyone's minds buzzed and became blank.

I saw the white goose in the field, with his right arm hanging softly beside him. Bean-sized beads of sweat slipped down his painful and twisted face. The left arm is still frustrating against it. The fat man was approaching him, two fists, just like two tricky subway hammers. The sound of hitting the face, chest, lower abdomen, and waist ribs one after another is as dense as a rainstorm, making people breathless.

"If you didn't waste your arm, it's a blessing!" The fat man punched the white goose all over his face, took two quick steps, and his shoulder, like a battering ram, slammed into the white goose's body.

This crash is no different from a heavy truck hitting you. The white goose, which was nearly two meters tall and weighed three hundred and twenty pounds, was knocked straight out like a cannonball. slid a distance of more than 20 meters on the ground before softly twisting and stopping.

The entire training ground was dead silent.

The white crane in the sky actually said that he was not a white goose. He is. He is. He is! Brothers, vote for the monthly ticket, explode his chrysanthemum!.