In the evening, Huo Yuan's regimental headquarters changed the cold and solemn military atmosphere of the past, and there was a lot of laughter inside and outside the house. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The young master of our head really didn't say anything about his martial arts, two words: Bei'er is great! Three words: double the best! A lot of words: Bei'er, Bei'er, Bei'er, ah, it's Bei'er! Hahaha...... "Platoon Commander Wang was talking in the courtyard about Huo Xiaoshan's defeat of the RB warrior in the ring. The people who surrounded the circle were all soldiers of the guard company.

"Platoon commander, aren't you bragging for the regiment commander, young master, this little devil's Oriental knife is evil enough." A soldier next to him questioned.

"The little devil Toyo knife is playing evil?" Platoon Commander Wang glared, his eyes were as round as a cow's eyes, "The regiment commander's young master's knife is even more evil!" The devils who were knocked down by him were all beaten by him and vomited blood! ”

"Look, look, come and see!" Platoon Commander Wang threw the burden in his hand to the ground, revealing the ocean inside, which was either scattered or sealed in rolls.

"Look at it, five hundred oceans, all of which our young master won in the ring." Platoon Commander Wang said proudly.

When the ocean of white flowers is put here, the persuasiveness is immediately there, and then some people suspect that Platoon Commander Wang is bragging, and everyone looks at Huo Xiaoshan differently.

In Huo Xiaoshan's fight with the RB devils, Platoon Commander Wang grabbed the air and pulled all the oceans in the ring to himself.

However, there was chaos in the ring at that time, and he really couldn't tell whether he won it or he grabbed it, but according to his own ideas, the devil has several more fallen people than us Chinese.

"I said Lao Wang, don't just talk about the young master, the head of the regiment, talk about you, did you defeat an RB devil?" It was another platoon commander of the guard company who was questioned.

"Why didn't I knock it down, not only did I knock it down, but there was a devil who kicked me off the ring, and that face made me kick a face full of peach blossoms! But, but, hehe, it was the little brother who fought with the devil, and I reached out while the little devil wasn't paying attention, and I didn't stretch out my feet, hehe. Platoon Commander Wang scratched his head embarrassedly.

The little brother he was referring to was the rough-shirted boy who had previously worked with the RB samurai.

After the confrontation between the Chinese and Japanese armies failed, this rough-shirted young man took the initiative to ask to come to the barracks with Huo Xiaoshan and them, since they all fought devils, he was also a comrade-in-arms in the trenches, especially his skills were also quite good, and Platoon Commander Wang, as a person from the 29th Army, who was already good at martial arts, was naturally welcome.

At this time, the rough-shirted young man was also standing in the crowd and listened to Platoon Leader Wang spitting at the stars, bluffing straight away.

"I'll just guess, if you kid wants to say that I will serve the terrain intelligence, if you want to fight with the RB people, that is, pick up ready-made cheap." The platoon commander next to him laughed.

The surrounding warriors burst out laughing.

"Is it so lively?" A voice interjected.

"Ouch! Head! The soldiers of the guard company all stood up and saluted.

It was Huo Yuan who interjected, he had just returned from inspecting the defense area, followed by Zhou Liebao and several officers.

Zhou Liebao was invited by Huo Yuan to inspect with him.

Huo Yuan was also on patrol when he heard a report from his subordinates that Huo Xiaoshan went to the ring and returned triumphantly, so he hurried back.

"Dad, you're back." Huo Xiaoshan walked out of the house, followed by Murong Pei.

Huo Yuan looked at Huo Xiaoshan but didn't say a word, and looked at Huo Xiaoshan in a daze.

Suddenly, Huo Yuan took a step forward and reached out to grab Huo Xiaoshan's chest.

Huo Xiaoshan fought back with a block with his left hand and a cannon punch with his right hand.

Huo Yuan knocked with his forearm, and a big mouth in his other hand was like Huo Xiaoshan fanning away, but Huo Xiaoshan had already drilled into Huo Yuan's arm with a short body, his shoulders were sticking up, and a sticker had already erupted.

Huo Yuan already felt bad when Huo Xiaoshan got under his arm, because it was too late to collide, and he didn't expect his son to react so quickly, since he couldn't collide, then hit him!

Huo Yuan had already unloaded the strength of his body between his thoughts, Huo Xiaoshan felt that the impact force he burst out was like hitting a ball of cotton, Daddy Huo Yuan was knocked out, but Huo Xiaoshan had a feeling that his strength was empty, presumably his father was fine.

Sure enough, although Huo Yuan's footwork was a little staggered when he was knocked out, he was calm and did not look injured in the slightest.

"Not bad, haha, that's good, now you can defeat those RB samurai, I believe it!" Huo Yuan praised loudly.

"Report to the Captain!" At this time, the scar battalion commander who was following Huo Yuan suddenly said loudly.

"What's the matter?" Huo Yuan turned his face to look at him.

"Hehe, head of the regiment, I think, I want to compare with the young master." The scar battalion commander blushed a little, but said it anyway.

"Damn, if you can't beat Lao Tzu, do you want to bear my son?" Huo Yuan glanced at the scar battalion commander narrowly, and made a disapproving expression.

The officers and soldiers around him all burst into laughter.

Huo Yuan said this because when he first came to this regiment as the commander, in order to establish his authority, he convinced the scar battalion commander who challenged him in front of the officers and soldiers of the regiment.

Different armies have the same atmosphere, and the atmosphere of the 29th Army is good martial arts, as evidenced by the large knife that each soldier carries behind his back.

"Cheng, son, you practice with him!"

Different officers have different ways of leading troops, Huo Yuan's way of leading troops is the same as officers and soldiers, taking the lead, and he has always advocated that his brothers usually train and learn diligently, so the previous sentence was just a joke, and then he readily agreed to the request of the scar battalion commander.

The scar battalion commander smiled and stood in front of Huo Xiaoshan, his eyes shining with a belligerent light.

But his thoughts at this time are really similar to what Huo Yuan said, I can't beat Lao Tzu, can't I beat my son?

Huo Xiaoshan's expression was very relaxed, he looked at the scar battalion commander with a smile, stood under his feet, stretched out a hand, palms up, and fingertips hooked back, which undoubtedly means that you come first.

The scar battalion commander didn't say anything, his eyes slightly softened, and the scar on his face brought him a fierce aura.

He was the number one master of this regiment's original sanda technique, of course, after Huo Yuan came, he became the second, his vision was undoubtedly there, and the young man in front of him gave him a strange feeling, feeling vulnerable and like nowhere to be attacked.

This strange feeling made him dare not underestimate Huo Xiaoshan, so he gestured with both hands, and gently moved his steps left and right opposite Huo Xiaoshan, and suddenly he stepped forward and smashed Huo Xiaoshan's abdomen with a punch!

He only used seventy percent of his strength in this punch, he was not afraid of hurting Huo Xiaoshan, but wanted to test Huo Xiaoshan's reality and then make a ruthless move, but the facts proved that his strategy was wrong, and it was very wrong!

Just when his fist was about to smash into Huo Xiaoshan's chest, Huo Xiaoshan's hand had already grabbed his wrist, and the scar battalion commander felt that Huo Xiaoshan's hand was clamping him like an iron tong, and a huge force took him involuntarily to send his body to Huo Xiaoshan's face, and when he didn't know why, he had already stuck together with Huo Xiaoshan.

Almost at the same time, Huo Xiaoshan let go of his shoulders and hit the body of the scar battalion commander, and a huge force like a mountain was everywhere, and the scar battalion commander was knocked out, and his body took off and smashed directly to the ground three or four meters behind.

The officers and soldiers who were watching were first stunned, and then they shouted with a shocking shout!

"Battalion commander, are you convinced?" Someone shouted below.

The commander of the scar battalion did not say a word, struggled to get up from the ground, and pulled out a posture of aggressive attack.

"Look, the battalion commander is in a hurry, and he is going to make a desperate move." The soldiers below were cautiously talking.

The scar battalion commander stared at Huo Xiaoshan for a long time, and when everyone thought that he was going to make a ruthless move, he suddenly smiled, put down his hands, and said, "Whoever disobeys will be up!" I'm convinced! Then he turned around and went off the field.

The people below burst into laughter after a pause.

But this is too fast! It only took one hand to get knocked off! It was even easier than Huo Yuan's victory against the scar battalion commander back then!

Scar Battalion Commander: This admission of defeat is only known by himself, and it is sincere.

He has been in battle for a long time, and the so-called lion fights the rabbit is still full strength, and it is his principle to never underestimate any opponent when fighting, which is also a principle condensed with the lives of many brothers.

Therefore, he did not underestimate Huo Xiaoshan from the beginning, but only used seven points of strength with a careful mind, but he still lost without suspense, which can only explain one truth: the martial arts of the young man in front of him are much higher than his own, and any strategy is equal to zero in the face of absolute strength.

The reasoning may sound a bit puzzling, but it can be figured out.

To put it simply, when a person does not attack with all his might, although it reduces the chance of defeating the opponent, it also reduces the chance of the opponent defeating himself.

But even so, Huo Xiaoshan defeated himself with just a collision, which can only show that the level of others is too high, and he is not unjust at all.

"I'm not convinced!"

At this moment, the rough-shirted young man who came to the barracks with Huo Xiaoshan stood up.