The special combat team is stationed in the suburbs of Shanghai, and although the location is a bit remote, it is shaded by green trees and the place is very relaxed. At this time, Kong Fang happened to be walking in the station, and in a hidden wooded clearing, he happened to meet Zhang Yongjun, a little man who was boxing, and he was ready to teach a lesson by the way, the recruits under his command, and slowly restore his prestige in the special combat team.

Fists and sticks are the fastest and most direct way to establish prestige in the army.

As the so-called three days do not fight, go to the house to expose the tiles, Ci does not grow soldiers, etc., Major Kong Fang received a Western education and graduated from the German Army Academy, so the domineering style has been deeply rooted, and it is very serious, treating the recruits of the special combat team, that is, if you want to fight, you can scold, just like disciplining the children at home, and you don't care about the face and dignity of the soldiers.

In the Battle of Songhu in 1932, although China won the battle against Japan, the government of the Republic of China fought again for the sake of Shanghai in order to avoid a war between China and Japan, signed an unequal treaty, and transferred the 19th Route Army, which was guarding Shanghai for the fear of death, to Fujian to suppress the Communist Party and fight a civil war. According to the content of the treaty, there are no large-scale government garrisons around Shanghai at present, and it is precisely because of this main reason that Kongfang's small-scale special combat team will be quickly approved by the government of the Republic of China, and then formed.

At this time, in the special combat team in the suburbs of Shanghai, after the morning exercises, Zhang Yongjun was obsessed with martial arts training, and took advantage of the time before lunch to seize the time to boxing and review what he had learned. Reviewing the old and learning the new, perseverance, is the key to practicing martial arts, one day of not practicing, three days of white practice, is the Shaolin martial arts, often on the lips of the mantra, love martial arts Zhang Yongjun, these things, that is still fresh in the memory, do not dare to forget. If it weren't for his father Zhang Aimin, who ordered Zhang Yongjun to join the army, Zhang Yongjun would have been in his own home in the shantytown at the moment, in that secret courtyard, intoxicated by the ocean of martial arts, just because the young Zhang Yongjun also had his own dream of martial arts.

Zhang Yongjun, who is in his early twenties this year, has been practicing martial arts for ten years, although he has not officially fought or fought with others, but Zhang Yongjun, who is strong in blood, is completely afraid of no one, and when he heard Kong Fang's contemptuous words, he was filled with righteous indignation, and immediately opened his fist, ready to use his familiar routines to face Kong Fang, the tall special operations captain, at any time.

"Haha, little Biesa!

Looking at Zhang Yongjun's funny and serious appearance, Major Kong Fangna said proudly, and like last time, he took off his major uniform, threw it to the ground with his hand, unbuttoned the collar of his white shirt, and rolled up his sleeves. However, today's Kong Fang did not wear high-waisted leather boots, but wore a pair of American-style land combat shoes, just for the convenience of fighting. High-waisted leather boots are very good-looking and majestic, but they are not suitable for wearing in Shanghai at all, they are not breathable, stuffy, and after wearing them for a day, their feet will stink badly.

"Big man, it's hurting, don't you cry!"

After all, Kong Fang is his own leader, Zhang Yongjun still reminded again, which means don't fight, this is Zhang Yongjun's hesitation, and the killer trick can only be used for the time being.

"Hehe!

A little kid, who has never seen the world, can only spend fists and embroidered legs, and is not as strong as himself who used to use routines to attack, Kong Fang didn't care at all, the little kid was serious with his fists.

Looking at the scene of the confrontation between the two in front of him, if he didn't attack again, Zhang Yongjun would never take the lead. After speaking, Kong Fang, with a step, quickly attacked the little man Zhang Yongjun, and came to Zhang Yongjun, who was standing with his legs one in front of the other, in front of him and in front of him, in front of Zhang Yongjun, who was in a boxing posture, Kong Fang faced Zhang Yongjun who was defending with his fists, which was a set of combined attacks of Western boxing.

Front and back, left and right, uppercut, downpercut, left hook, right swing, continuous rhythmic attacks, Zhang Yongjun who hit was constantly retreating and parrying, and he had no ability to resist at all. A set of quick combo attacks, before the fight was happily finished, I heard the sound of "poof!", Zhang Yongjun's eyebrows were hit hard by Kong Fang's punch, and he directly fell to the ground on his back in a daze, almost unconscious, and ended the battle.

"Haha! It's too vegetable! It's only a dozen punches, and the routine of embroidering legs with fists is really worthy of its name!"

Kong Fang said very happily, and then turned around and walked to the clothes on the ground, ready to take the clothes, pat his buttocks, and leave. This is a hand-to-hand attack without gloves, it is a real actual combat, and if you are not careful, you may be crippled and killed, so the nose and face are swollen, and those are almost the lightest minor injuries.

"Nest, what's going on!"

Zhang Yongjun, who was lying on the ground, touched his dizzy head, and didn't figure it out! Why did he lie on the ground? After reacting for a while, Zhang Yongjun, who came to his senses, felt that there was a little problem with his right eye, so he could only squint his eyes and look at Major Kong Fang, who was humming a victory tune and preparing to stay away.

"Dog! Stop for Lao Tzu! Wait for Lao Tzu for a while, thirteen o'clock, I will kill you today!"

The short-tempered Zhang Yongjun, although he has always lived in a shantytown since he was a child, has never suffered such a loss, and he has received a lot of punches in the face and on the head! What a great shame after practicing martial arts, and he was still thinking about accepting Kong Fang as an apprentice? Now he has been directly knocked down by a stupid big man who knelt down and kowtowed.

At this time, Zhang Yongjun, due to anger, lost his mind and completely forgot that Kong Fang was the captain of the special warfare team. Shoot mercilessly, this is what his father Zhang Aimin often says, Zhang Yongjun has a profound understanding of this sentence, and the villain has a great ambition! Zhang Yongjun, who slowly stood up, had a solemn expression, and was already in the same place, making a set of strange movements.

"Boy, are you not convinced? Do you dare to fight again?"

Kong Fang turned around and looked at Zhang Yongjun with contempt and said with a smile, holding the military uniform in his hand, I don't know whether to continue to throw it on the ground or continue to hold it in my hand, looking at Zhang Yongjun who was warming up seriously and not speaking, I don't know what tricks Zhang Yongjun is playing?

"Dog!

Zhang Yongjun was really a little anxious, afraid that Kong Fang would not leave in a hurry, and the action was not completely completed, so he said without hesitation.

"Haha!

Kong Fang happily threw away the military uniform in his hand, and prepared to give the little man Zhang Yongjun a set of lightning-fast combination punches again.

"Whoosh!", Zhang Yongjun suddenly rushed out, facing the major Kong Fang, who stood still and despised himself, it was a set of disorderly palms, that was how to fight? At this time, he immediately saw the advantage of Kong Fangren's tall and big horses, and his powerful fists were always one step ahead and hit the little man Zhang Yongjun. But Kong Fang also saw that Zhang Yongjun's speed had changed much faster than before, and his body style was much more flexible.

"Crackling!"

The two sides fiercely contacted each other, and neither of them flinched? But this time in the confrontation, Kong Fang clearly felt that his body was hit by the opponent's desperate palms, although the palm technique was not powerful, and it was not painful or itchy, but Kong Fang still secretly admired Zhang Yongjun's decisive courage in battle. Then in the face of Zhang Yongjun, who was desperately screaming and frantically attacking without defense, Kong Fang fought harder, once again with great force, savagely and continuously hit Zhang Yongjun's vital parts, and finally defeated the flexible Zhang Yongjun, and then rushed up unceremoniously, the burly and tall body, angrily rode directly on the body of the little man Zhang Yongjun, and against Zhang Yongjun's head, it was another slamming and fanning of the head and face.

Looking at Zhang Yongjun's fierce eyes, Kong Fang knew that this recruit was by no means an ordinary person, he must be a ruthless character with a strong will, although the little guy was not very old, but if you don't knock the other party unconscious, this battle, in a short time, will not end. Because this battle between the two people had already been discovered by the soldiers, and it was necessary to make a quick decision and end this competition, Kong Fang thought like this, he didn't want to be seen by the soldiers, and he looked like a big bully.

"Bang! Bang! ”

"Hmmmm。。。。 ”

Kong Fang punched Zhang Yongjun who fell to the ground, and Zhang Yongjun could only passively and helplessly use the sound of 'hmm' to resist Kong Fang's brutal fist.

The competition starts fast and ends quickly, if it is a life-and-death struggle, Zhang Yongjun at this time is already a dead man, but this is a battle of education within the people, and it is necessary to show mercy to his subordinates. After the fight, Kong Fang, who was no longer verbose, stood up, looked at Zhang Yongjun who was unconscious, ignored it, picked up his military uniform, and walked away in a chic manner like a person who was fine.

A few days later, Kong Fang was a little miserable, in front of his master Shen Lie, he stripped off his upper clothes, and looked at his master Shen Lie with a little worry, because of his small belly and right ribs, there were two faint red palm prints, and he still felt a faint pain from time to time. The fear of the unknown, Kong Fang, who had been carrying it for a few days, could only be cheeky and a little embarrassed for the sake of his body, and came to his master Shen Lie to solve his problems.

"Grandma's, the dog thing Zhang Yongjun, how can he be such a yin person's foreign kung fu cinnabar palm!"

"Cinnabar palm, will the apprentice be okay?"

Although the red palm print is not dark in color and very light in color, it is faintly painful, which really makes Kong Fang worried. Looking at the red palm prints on his body, it was a little infiltrating, Kong Fang thought that Zhang Yongjun, who was so weak, had such an insidious set of palm techniques, it was really a real person who didn't show his face!

It's not that Zhang Yongjun's actual combat is too weak, but the cinnabar palm is really not suitable for actual combat, there is no offensive and defensive moves, only use qi and blood to the enemy, brute force to fight, otherwise there is no way, leave the cinnabar palm power on the enemy's body.

Shen Lie, a foreign kung fu expert, could see at a glance that this was caused by the palm power of the cinnabar palm, but it was a pity that Zhang Yongjun's skill had not yet been practiced at home. Otherwise, it is a tall and muscular man Kong Fang, who is slapped with these two palms, and if he doesn't do it well, he will also have internal injuries and die with a whimper.

Why did Shen Lie say that the cinnabar palm is an external kung fu? Although the cinnabar palm is an internal fist technique, there is no one who can do internal skills in this world, so Shen Lie said that the cinnabar palm is a very alternative foreign kung fu.

Cinnabar palm, Shen Lie himself, is very simple to cultivate, but Shen Lie has no extra time to practice, because practicing this kung fu is very time-consuming, but it is not suitable for actual combat, but it is extremely powerful, it belongs to the yin people's palm, and it is very vicious.

"Apprentice, don't worry, that kid only has eight or nine years of skill at most, if you cultivate to more than fifteen years, or if the cinnabar palm cultivates to the point of Xiaocheng, then you will have to worry about your life. ”

Listening to Master Shen Lie's words with a smile, Kong Fang relieved his mind and casually asked, "The cinnabar palm is so powerful, why doesn't the master cultivate?"

"Cinnabar palm, that is the real killing kung fu in the rivers and lakes, it can take time to practice, but it is the most unsuitable for face-to-face actual combat, when the palm power is broken, it is necessary to accumulate strength to play the cinnabar palm, which is very troublesome. You see, the red marks on your body are not very shallow, very light, this may be because the preparation before casting the cinnabar palm is not enough. ”

Kong Fang carefully recalled that before Zhang Yongjun's attack, he did a set of strange actions in a hurry, and he instantly understood what his master Shen Lie said.

"Grandma's, the dog thing! Xiao Biesai Zhang Yongjun! He really has real talent and real learning! He almost killed Lao Tzu directly!"

A palm that doesn't hurt or itch, but it is very knowledgeable, cinnabar palm Kong Fang has long heard of the name, but I didn't expect that the world is so big, I can accidentally hit two palms, fortunately, the other party's skill is low, the two palms are just faintly painful, not to death, otherwise it is the miracle doctor Hua Tuo is alive, and it is difficult to save his own life.

Hidden in the wound, there is almost no cure, so the cinnabar palm can only be cultivated by people in the rivers and lakes.