Soldiers Assault: Veteran Special Recruits

Chapter 77 Retire Yuan Lang! (Two chapters in one, [-] updates, please subscribe, monthly pass)

"Good skills, but you, Yuan Lang, have Zhang Liang's tricks, and I, Jackie Chan, also have bridge ladders."

Jackie Chan secretly thought, reacting very quickly.

Also shoot in the air!
But instead of shooting in the air than anyone else, he grabbed the muzzle of the machine gun used by Squad [-] with his backhand, and threw it at Yuan Lang with his backhand like a stick.

Jackie Chan's purpose was to capture Yuan Lang alive, but he didn't use a gun to solve it, otherwise he would have shot him just now.

"Can you still play like this?"

Seeing Jackie Chan playing with guns like this, Yuan Lang swung the machine gun as a stick and smashed it at himself. It was too late to hide.

Yuan Lang forcibly turned around in the air, and his skills had reached the limit.

I could only watch helplessly as Flight 95 crashed over.

"Boom~"

The voice is low, but loud.

Jackie Chan, a 1000-jin deadlift man with supernatural strength, swung his gun and smashed it with force, at least a few hundred catties, and the impact of the collision was very strong.

The engineering plastic casing of the [-]th series is very hard, but it is not so hard that it is indestructible.

Jackie Chan slammed down the gun heavily, and the engineering plastic part of the butt part of the machine gun used by Squad [-] in his hand exploded on the spot and flew out.

Accelerated by the huge impact force, one of the small fragments even flew out and scratched Yuan Lang's left cheek.

The sharp edges cut through cheeks with ease.

A slit with a length of about two centimeters and a depth reaching the dermis appeared, and it quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blood is pouring out!

The 88 sniper rifle Yuan Lang was holding was also severely damaged in this collision.

The upper and lower handguards at the front end of the barrel were all blown away, the hardest barrel was slightly deformed, and the scope was even knocked out by the shock of the impact.

A huge shock force came from the tip of the gun, and it was quickly transmitted to Yuan Lang's hands.

He held the gun in both hands and couldn't grasp it.

He was smashed off his hand abruptly.

Because there was a gun strap hanging on his body, the gun was thrown out and brought a huge pulling force, which made Yuan Lang's center of gravity unbalanced in the air.

He fell to the ground face down in embarrassment, and gnawed a mouthful of dirt on the ground.

It is indeed the leader of special warfare.

The moment Yuan Lang gnawed shit and fell to the ground, it was like a spring fell to the ground, and Duang bounced off the ground again.

"Pooh!"

Yuan Lang spat out the mud in his mouth, blood streaks could still be seen on the ground.

Lips were broken on the ground.

Coupled with the scratched wound on the left face, the overflowing blood has also congealed into small blood beads, flowing down the cheeks under the action of gravity.

Yuan Lang with two red spots on his face was compared with Jackie Chan who was safe and sound.

Yuan Lang looked really miserable.

"Your boy is a cow, you have such great strength, fortunately I can hide quickly."

Yuan Lang was obviously bleeding from Jackie Chan, but he didn't get annoyed by it. Instead, he looked pervertedly excited, eagerly staring at Jackie Chan.

"Your speed isn't bad either."

Jackie Chan threw the broken gun in his hand to the ground, stared at Yuan Lang with fists and said, "Will you come and catch yourself, or I will beat you unconscious before tying you up. Friendly reminder, it hurts a bit when I hit someone."

"Haha, I'm cheap, I like to be beaten, and I like to be hurt."

Yuan Lang speaks with a bit of perverted madness, which is his unique attribute, and the way of speaking is also very special, somewhat insane.

So, what he said was good one second, and Yuan Lang fell ill again the next second.

"You broke two new guns. These guns have not been officially installed yet. They are very precious. I will report to your military region. You just wait to take off your pants and pay for it."

"What????"

Seeing what Yuan Lang said seriously, Jackie Chan almost fell to the ground fainted by thunder.

"Hey, just kidding, don't be so nervous."

Yuan Lang grinned, hooked two fingers of his right hand, and said provocatively, "Come on, private, I'm right here, come and catch me."

"It's really the familiar Yuan Lang from TV dramas, you'll never guess what's going on in his mind the next second."

Jackie Chan knew that Yuan Lang was full of tricks, but relying on his own countless diamonds, he was not in vain, and launched an attack on his own initiative.

Like a tank, he rushed forward with a few steps, and it was a frontal punch to Yuan Lang's face.

"Good punch!"

Seeing the fist, which was almost bigger than his own head, hitting his face with whistling wind, Yuan Lang gave a strange cry and dodged sideways.

While dodging and defending with his footsteps, Yuan Lang launched a counterattack with his fists.

The upward punch punched at a 45-degree angle with the face of the fist upwards, with all of Yuan Lang's martial arts skills, directly hit Jackie Chan's heart, trying to break through ten strengths with one move.

The heart is one of the key weaknesses of the human body, no matter how strong a person is punched, he will fall down.

It is equivalent to a magical attack that ignores physical defense.

Just one hit.

It is enough to see that Yuan Lang is experienced and knows how to make use of his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

Facing a big guy like Jackie Chan with rough skin and thick flesh, Yuan Lang knew that the effect of his fist hitting him would be no better than tickling.

In the case of not using weapons to break the defense, the only way is to attack the weakness.

The crotch, heart, temples, eyes, etc. can all receive miraculous effects.

Yuan Lang was very confident in his speed, and he believed that Jackie Chan's punching force was exhausted, and he definitely didn't have time to dodge his fist.

When the corner of the mouth rises.

It seemed as if Jackie Chan had already seen the scene where Jackie Chan vomited in pain, kneeling on the ground clutching his chest.

"Bang~"

The sound of skin and flesh colliding.

Big like setting off a firecracker.

But Yuan Lang who had clearly hit Jackie Chan, the smile on his mouth disappeared in an instant, replaced by shock, and quickly pulled back.

"Want to run? Is it that easy?"

Jackie Chan deliberately opened the empty door wide to attract prey to jump in by himself.

Seeing that Yuan Lang had really fallen into the trap, Jackie Chan, who had had some room to spare, twisted his waist slightly, and moved the position of his heart 10 cm to the side.

It made Yuan Lang's key attack ineffective, hitting his upper abdominal muscles as hard as a turtle shell.

This strength...

Quite comfortable.

Jackie Chan was so comfortable that he couldn't help blurting out: "Master Yuan, your massage technique is really good."

Shouting with the mouth, the movements of the hands are not slow.

Both hands hugged back from both sides, one was about to hug Yuan Lang into his arms, playing an intimate cuddling stick, to increase the relationship between the two.

Yuan Lang felt his fist hit the wall, and heard Jackie Chan's extremely mocking words, he almost staggered and fell to the ground.

I was even more curious about the first time the two met, and the old A was a confidential unit, how did Jackie Chan know that his surname was Yuan.

But with the crisis in sight, he forced himself to hold back.

I can't take care of it for now!

Looking at two breasts as wide as his own in front of him, Yuan Lang knew very well how miserable his end would be if Jackie Chan really hugged him.

But Jackie Chan hugged and came back too fast, it turned out that it was too late to run out again.

So big, so fast.

Yuan Lang is really numb!

Seeing that the conventional moves were no longer feasible, he, a squadron leader from the special forces, was about to be overthrown by a mere private.

Yuan Lang decisively used crooked tricks.

He gave up dodging and fleeing to the outside, and even raised his knees to push forward.

The position is unbiased, it is Jackie Chan's crotch.

It's the most vulnerable place of all men. Usually, it hurts to sweat with a flick of a finger. If it is pushed by a knee.

That is definitely a chicken-and-egg fight, so refreshing that you will ascend to heaven in place.

"Fuck, you actually played dirty tricks."

Jackie Chan found out that something was wrong with Yuan Lang, he would become a thief if he didn't act like a good adult.

last resort.

I can only protect my brother first.

He gave up playing kiss and hug stickers with Yuan Lang, let him faint in his strong arms, and instead raised his knees and crotch to block.

"Boom~"

Another dull impact.

Yuan Lang's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he felt that his knee bones were about to crack.

Fortunately, Jackie Chan was successfully forced to change his tactics, and the crisis was resolved. Following the inertia of the collision, he took two steps back, widening the distance between him and Jackie Chan.

He wanted to rub his sore and numb knee, but for the sake of face, he had to stand there.

"Damn you, at least you're a lieutenant colonel. If you can't beat him, just play dirty tricks. You won't be ashamed."

It's just a practice match, Jackie Chan almost lost his younger brother just now, but he doesn't care about 21, he just spits out if he catches him.

"Damn tricks? Haha."

Yuan Lang laughed triumphantly, and said: "On the battlefield, it's either you or me. As long as you can kill the opponent, that's a good move. There's nothing wrong with it."

"Damn, that's a battlefield, we're fighting each other." Jackie Chan said angrily.

"Discussion? Is there? Did we say it in advance? If we didn't say it, it would be wrong. Now that the exercise is not over, it means that we are still on the battlefield."

Yuan Lang felt that his sophistry was perfect, but he didn't know that it brought him a lot of trouble.

Jackie Chan originally thought it would be just an exercise, and it would be enough to learn from each other, and there was no need to go to war to make a real fire.

There's no need to get hurt or anything!

But Yuan Lang said that Lu Dongbin didn't know good people's hearts. If he didn't fight Jackie Chan head-on, he would use bad tactics if he couldn't win.

He also spoke clearly and logically, and didn't think there was a problem.

Now Jackie Chan is really on fire!
"Okay, since you've said that, then I don't need to worry about it anymore. If you can't play dirty, then don't blame me for playing hard."

Jackie Chan gave up playing around and began to treat him formally, and charged at Yuan Lang with full firepower.

"Oh, it seems that I have played off."

Seeing Jackie Chan rushing towards him like a tank, exuding the toughness of an ancient warrior all over his body, Yuan Lang suddenly felt a strong crisis.

But he didn't hide.

He wanted to try it himself, Jackie Chan's strength threshold.

Didn't think so.

Just this thought made him miserable.

Jackie Chan rushed over with full firepower, but when the distance between the two sides was close to two meters, he made a stepping right swing and threw it at Yuan Lang's head.

Instead of retreating, Yuan Lang advanced, squeezed his left hand into the frame, and blocked Jackie Chan's right swing.

Successfully blocked it.

But Jackie Chan's fist was too powerful, and Yuan Lang's small physique couldn't absorb it all, and his body was punched out for more than one meter.

Because of the forced displacement caused by being repelled, Yuan Lang's feet drew two deep marks on the ground.

"Is this a fist? It's too nonsense. It's heavier than a leg."

Feeling the piercing pain coming from the left arm used to block, Yuan Lang was greatly shocked in his heart, and his expression completely changed.

The playful heart finally put away and began to take this battle seriously.

Yuan Lang knew that Jackie Chan had made a real move, if he still dealt with it idly and didn't go all out, he would definitely suffer a big loss.

pity.

Yuan Lang's repentance was a bit late.

Jackie Chan's first move was blocked by Yuan Lang, and he didn't give Yuan Lang any time to breathe.

Yuan Lang was repulsed vigorously and moved sideways for two meters. Jackie Chan strode up to follow him like a shadow, followed by a powerful direct punch from the front.

The punch came fast and hard.

Yuan Lang didn't have time to dodge at all, so he could only passively cross his hands and block in front of his chest.

"Boom~"

It's like beating a heavy drum.

Yuan Lang blocked Jackie Chan's casserole-sized fist, and because his body couldn't bear such a large amount of energy, he was beaten back again and again.

The burning pain from both arms made Yuan Lang grinning uncontrollably.

"The fist is too heavy. It was made by a human? It's like a fucking hammer."

Yuan Lang felt that his bones were about to crack, and the shock and shock in his heart was getting higher and higher, and his evaluation of Jackie Chan was striding forward towards a monster.

Deliberately want to turn passive into active, or avoid continuing to be tough with Jackie Chan.

I can't take it anymore!
However, Jackie Chan's attack rhythm was too good, like waves coming one after another, leaving him no breathing space at all.

At the beginning, I chose to hard-wire directly, then I can only hard-wire all the time.

This is not.

Just as Yuan Lang was backed by Jackie Chan's straight punch, his heels hadn't even stabilized yet, Jackie Chan launched a new attack like a ghost.

Right swing, left uppercut, straight punch, whip kick...

Jackie Chan made one move after another in succession, each move was a forceful move, and the sound of clattering skin and flesh resounded through the woods.

Yuan Lang was unilaterally suppressed and beaten throughout the whole process. Apart from defense, there was no room for counterattack.

Yuan Lang's fighting skills are really good, all Jackie Chan's attacks will be blocked by him, and the defense can be said to be airtight.

If other people encounter Yuan Lang's defense, Yuan Lang will definitely win in the end.

Because offense takes more energy than defense.

However, Jackie Chan's attack is different from ordinary people. His attack is already a serious supermodel, and it contains too much power. Even if he can catch it, there is no way to digest it.

Every time Yuan Lang received Jackie Chan's attack hard, he felt the "sublimation" of his soul.

That one hit.

As if to knock his soul out of his body.

After receiving more than a dozen tricks in a row, Yuan Lang managed to hold his chest, but the price he paid was too high to hold the area of ​​his chest.

There is no place where there is no pain in the upper and lower parts of the hands and feet.

He could already foresee in advance that after he returned from this fight, his legs and feet would definitely be covered with bruises, and there might even be fractures in his bones.

As the physical pain continued to intensify, Yuan Lang's speed and reaction were also affected.

It's getting slower and slower over time.

With Jackie Chan's attack rhythm still stable, Yuan Lang's defense became more and more difficult, and there were more and more dangerous situations.

at last!

After 3 minutes of intense fighting between the two sides, Yuan Lang could no longer maintain the defense like an iron barrel, and was kicked out by Jackie Chan.

The pain made Yuan Lang stare in the air, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Plop.

Yuan Lang, who flew four or five meters away, fell to the ground stiffly and in embarrassment, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, the relatively soft ground in the woods buffered a lot of the impact of the fall. If it were replaced by hardened ground, Yuan Lang would be able to drink a few pots with just one fall.

"How is it? Are you convinced? Do you still want to fight?"

Jackie Chan had almost vented, and felt comfortable all over. Seeing that Yuan Lang's blood was drained, he was really worried that something would happen to him, so he stopped and continued to attack.

If Yuan Lang really made a big mistake, he would have to leave the special forces or even retire.

That would be a great sin!

"Take it, take it, don't fight anymore, you tnd is a pervert, a monster that ran out of which mountain, if you continue to beat me, my bones will be broken by you."

Yuan Lang got up from the ground in pain, touched his chest in pain and waved his hands repeatedly.

It looked like he really didn't intend to struggle.

"If I had known today, why bother to tie myself obediently at the beginning, wouldn't there be so many troubles? I insisted on finding the fault myself."

Seeing Yuan Lang being so honest, Jackie turned around and went to get the rifle on the ground, and took off the strap to tie Yuan Lang.

Yuan Lang, who seemed to have been beaten to death at first, was convinced and surrendered. When Jackie Chan just turned his back, he turned and ran away.

"I'll fuck your grandma..."

Jackie Chan was speechless towards Yuan Lang, the sixth child. This guy was simply a rascal and a bastard. He couldn't treat him a little bit better.

The duck that has been stuffed in its mouth wants to run away, how could Jackie Chan make him wish.

As far as Yuan Lang was beaten to death, he would have run away, and Jackie Chan didn't have to go back, he took off his belt and committed suicide on the spot.

"If you fucking run away, I'll take your surname."

Jackie Chan yelled at Yuan Lang, strode forward with his long legs and ran after him.

(End of this chapter)