Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 77: Forcing Yuan Lang into Retirement! (Two chapters combined, 10,000 words per chapter, please subscribe and vote!)

"Impressive skills, but while you, Yuan Lang, have your brilliant strategies, I, Jackie Chan, also have my own ways to overcome them."

Jackie Chan's secret passage and extremely fast reaction time.

They fired their guns in mid-air as well!

However, it wasn't a contest of who could fire the gun in mid-air; instead, he grabbed the muzzle of the 95th Platoon's machine gun with his backhand and used it as a stick to smash it at Yuan Lang.

Jackie Chan's goal was to capture Yuan Lang alive, not to solve the problem with a gun; otherwise, he would have already fired.

"You can do that?"

When Yuan Lang saw Jackie Chan playing with the gun like that, the Class 95 used a machine gun as a club and swung it at him. It was too late to dodge.

Yuan Lang forced a turn while suspended in mid-air, having already used his moves to their limit.

We could only watch helplessly as Flight 95 crashed into us.

"Crack!"

The voice was deep, yet very loud.

Jackie Chan, a man with superhuman strength who can pull 1000 pounds, can swing a gun with a force that is at least several hundred pounds. The impact of the collision is extremely powerful.

The engineering plastic casing of the 95 series is very hard, but not so hard as to be indestructible.

As Jackie Chan swung his gun down hard, the engineering plastic part of the rear section of the Type 95 machine gun in his hand exploded and flew out in four pieces.

The immense impact accelerated the impact, even sending a small fragment flying out and scraping Yuan Lang's left cheek.

The sharp edges easily sliced ​​through the skin.

A thin slit, about two centimeters long and reaching the dermis, appeared and quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blood is gushing out!

The Type 88 sniper rifle that Yuan Lang was holding was also severely damaged in the collision.

The upper and lower handguards at the front of the barrel were completely blown off, the hardest part of the barrel was slightly deformed, and the scope was even knocked off by the impact.

A tremendous shockwave emanated from the spearhead and quickly traveled to Yuan Lang's hands.

He was holding the gun with both hands, but he couldn't hold it anymore.

His hand was smashed off.

Because of the gun sling attached to his body, the force of the gun being thrown out generated a huge pulling force, causing Yuan Lang to lose his balance in the air.

He fell face down on the ground in a very embarrassing manner, his mouth covered in dirt.

No wonder he's a special forces leader.

The moment Yuan Lang fell face-first to the ground, he bounced back up like a spring.

"Pooh!"

Yuan Lang spat out the mud from his mouth, and traces of blood could be seen on the ground where it fell.

My lip was cut on the ground.

In addition, the blood from the cut on her left cheek had congealed into small beads and was flowing down her cheek under the influence of gravity.

Yuan Lang, with two red marks on his face, contrasted sharply with Jackie Chan, who was completely unharmed.

Yuan Lang looks really miserable.

"You're a bull, aren't you? You're so strong. Luckily, I dodged quickly."

Despite being bleeding from Jackie Chan's ministrations, Yuan Lang wasn't angry. Instead, he seemed to be experiencing a perverse excitement, staring at Jackie Chan with eager anticipation.

"Your speed isn't bad either."

Jackie Chan threw the broken gun on the ground, clenched his fists, and stared at Yuan Lang, saying, "Are you going to surrender on your own, or should I go over and beat you unconscious and tie you up? Friendly reminder, my punches can be a little painful."

"Haha, I'm a rascal, I love getting hit, I love feeling pain."

Yuan Lang speaks with a touch of perverse madness, a unique trait of his. His manner of speaking is also quite peculiar, carrying a hint of neurosis.

So, one second they were talking perfectly fine, and the next second Yuan Lang had another episode.

"You've damaged two brand-new guns. These guns aren't even officially in service yet; they're extremely valuable. I'll report this to your military region, and you'll be in for a world of trouble."

"What????"

When Jackie Chan heard Yuan Lang speak so seriously and formally, he was almost stunned and fell to the ground.

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

Yuan Lang grinned, extended two fingers of his right hand, and beckoned, saying provocatively, "Come on, Private, I'm right here. Come and get me."

"He really is the familiar Yuan Lang from the TV series. You can never guess what he's thinking next."

Jackie Chan knew that Yuan Lang was cunning, but relying on his countless diamond drills, he was not afraid of him at all and took the initiative to attack.

He charged forward like a tank, delivering a powerful punch straight to Yuan Lang's face.

"Great punch!"

Seeing a fist almost as big as his head coming at his face with a whooshing sound, Yuan Lang yelled and dodged to the side.

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

The upward punch, angled 45 degrees upward, carrying all of Yuan Lang's fighting skills, aimed straight at Jackie Chan's heart, intending to break through ten forces in one move.

The heart is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body; even the strongest person will fall down if they take a punch there.

It is essentially a magical attack that ignores physical defense.

Just this one strike.

This clearly shows that Yuan Lang is experienced and knows how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

Facing a tough, muscular man like Jackie Chan, Yuan Lang knew that a punch from him would be no more effective than a tickle.

Without the option of using weapons to break through the defenses, the only way is to attack the weak points.

It can have remarkable effects on the groin, solar plexus, temples, and eyes.

Yuan Lang was confident in his speed and believed that Jackie Chan's frontal punches were already at their limit, so he definitely wouldn't have time to dodge his punches.

As the corners of his mouth turned up.

It's as if I can already see Jackie Chan vomiting from the pain, clutching his chest and kneeling on the ground.

"Bang!"

The sound of flesh colliding.

It was as big as a firecracker.

Even though Yuan Lang had clearly hit Jackie Chan, the smile on his lips vanished instantly, replaced by astonishment, and he quickly pulled back.

"Trying to run? Do you think it's that easy?"

Jackie Chan deliberately left the door wide open, luring his prey to jump in on their own.

Seeing that Yuan Lang had actually fallen into the trap, Jackie Chan, who had already left himself some leeway, slightly twisted his waist and moved his chest 10 centimeters to the side.

This rendered Yuan Lang's vital point attack ineffective, instead striking his hard, tortoise-shell-like upper abdominal muscles.

That force...

It's quite comfortable.

Jackie Chan was so comfortable that he almost blurted out, "Master Yuan, your massage technique is really good."

I managed to resist the urge and said, "Master, your massage technique is really good. Keep going, use a little more pressure."

He shouted words, but his hands didn't slow down.

She brought her arms back from both sides, as if she wanted to pull Yuan Lang into her embrace and have a close hug and kiss to strengthen their relationship.

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

I really want to have a gossip session with Jackie Chan about who the hell is a massage therapist.

But with the crisis looming, he forced himself to hold it in.

I can't worry about that for now!

Looking at the chest twice his own width in front of him, Yuan Lang knew very well how miserable his fate would be if Jackie Chan really hugged him.

But Jackie Chan and his entourage returned too quickly; it turned out they didn't have time to run away again.

Such a big guy, yet his reaction is so fast.

Yuan Lang is truly numb!

Seeing that conventional tactics were no longer effective, he, a company commander from the special forces, was about to be taken down by a mere private.

Yuan Lang decisively resorted to underhanded tactics.

They gave up on dodging and escaping to the outside, and even raised their knees to push forward.

The exact location, perfectly aligned with the direction, is Jackie Chan's crotch.

That's the most vulnerable spot for any man. Even a flick with a finger can make him sweat from the pain. Imagine if he got hit by a knee there.

That would be absolutely a complete disaster, but the sheer joy of it would be heaven-sent.

"Holy crap, they're using dirty tricks."

Jackie Chan realized that something was wrong with Yuan Lang; he was turning into a petty thief instead of being a proper adult.

There was no other choice.

We can only save the younger brother first.

Instead of playing the kissing, hugging, and cuddling game with Yuan Lang, letting him faint from happiness in her strong embrace, she switched to using the same knee-raising and crotch-blocking technique.

"Thump~"

Another dull impact.

Yuan Lang's expression changed drastically in an instant, feeling as if his kneecaps were about to crack.

Fortunately, he successfully forced Jackie Chan to change his tactics, and the crisis was averted. He took two steps back using the momentum of the collision, increasing the distance between himself and Jackie Chan.

I wanted to rub my sore and numb knees, but for the sake of saving face, I had to force myself to stand there.

"You son of a bitch, you're supposed to be a lieutenant colonel, and you resort to dirty tricks when you can't win. Aren't you ashamed?"

It was just a practice exercise. Jackie Chan almost lost his underling just now, so he didn't care about anything else and started yelling at him.

"Dirty tricks? Haha."

Yuan Lang laughed smugly and said, "On the battlefield, it's either you die or I die. As long as you can kill the opponent, that's a good move. There's no such thing as being cunning or underhanded."

"Damn it, that's a battlefield, we're just sparring," Jackie Chan said irritably.

"Sparring? Did we say so beforehand? If we didn't, then it's not a sparring match. The exercise isn't over yet, which means we're still on the battlefield."

Yuan Lang thought his sophistry was flawless, but little did he know that it would bring him great trouble.

Jackie Chan originally thought it was just a drill, a friendly exchange of skills, and that there was no need to go too far and make things really heated.

There's absolutely no need to get injured!

However, Yuan Lang, like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, didn't appreciate the kindness and instead of having a head-on fight with Jackie Chan, resorted to dirty tricks when he couldn't win.

They spoke so logically and clearly, without any apparent problem.

Jackie Chan is really angry now!

"Alright, since you've said that, then I don't need to hold back anymore. If you can't play dirty tricks, then don't blame me for playing ruthlessly."

Jackie Chan abandoned his playful antics and began to take things seriously, unleashing his full power as he charged towards Yuan Lang.

"Oh dear, it seems like we've gone too far."

Seeing Jackie Chan charging towards him like a tank, exuding the fierceness of an ancient general, Yuan Lang suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

However, he did not dodge.

He wanted to test Jackie Chan's strength threshold for himself.

Unexpectedly.

This very thought led to his downfall.

Jackie Chan charged forward with full force, but when the two were within two meters of each other, he delivered a step-step right hook punch, aiming for Yuan Lang's head.

Instead of retreating, Yuan Lang advanced, using his left hand to block Jackie Chan's right hook.

It was successfully blocked.

Jackie Chan's punch was too powerful; Yuan Lang's small frame couldn't absorb it all, and he was thrown more than a meter away.

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

"Is that a fist? That's ridiculous, it's heavier than a leg."

Feeling the excruciating pain emanating from his left arm, which he used to block, Yuan Lang was deeply shocked, and his expression changed drastically.

The playful mood was finally put away, and they began to take this battle seriously.

Yuan Lang knew that Jackie Chan was serious, and if he continued to act casually and didn't go all out, he would definitely suffer a great loss.

pity.

Yuan Lang's repentance came a little too late.

Jackie Chan's first move was blocked by Yuan Lang, giving Yuan Lang no time to catch his breath.

Yuan Lang was knocked back by a powerful punch and moved two meters to the side. Jackie Chan followed closely behind, delivering a powerful straight punch to the front.

That punch came fast and hard.

Yuan Lang had no time to dodge and could only passively cross his arms in front of his chest to block.

"Thump~"

It's like striking a heavy drum.

Yuan Lang blocked Jackie Chan's fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, but his body was unable to withstand such a large amount of energy and was once again forced to retreat.

The burning pain in his arms made Yuan Lang grimace involuntarily.

"That punch was too heavy. Was that even delivered by a human? It was like a fucking hammer."

Yuan Lang felt like his bones were about to crack, and the shock and awe he felt were rising steadily. His evaluation of Jackie Chan was rapidly moving towards that of a monster.

They wanted to turn the tables and take the initiative, or avoid continuing to clash with Jackie Chan.

I simply can't take it anymore!

However, Jackie Chan's attack rhythm was too good, like waves crashing one after another, giving him no room to breathe.

If you initially chose to take a direct hit, then you can only keep taking direct hits from now on.

This is not.

Yuan Lang had just been knocked back by Jackie Chan's straight punch and hadn't even regained his footing when Jackie Chan, like a ghost, launched a new attack.

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

Jackie Chan unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, each a powerful and forceful strike, the resounding thuds of flesh colliding echoing through the forest.

Yuan Lang was completely dominated throughout the entire match, forced to defend without any opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Yuan Lang's fighting skills are indeed amazing. He can block all of Jackie Chan's attacks, and his defense is practically impenetrable.

If anyone else were to encounter Yuan Lang's defense, Yuan Lang would definitely win in the end.

Because offense takes more physical effort than defense.

However, Jackie Chan's attacks are different from ordinary people's. His attacks are seriously overpowered and contain too much power. Even if you can catch them, you simply cannot digest them.

Every time Yuan Lang blocked Jackie Chan's attack, he experienced a "sublimation" of his soul.

Those heavy blows.

It was as if they were trying to knock his soul out of his body.

After enduring more than a dozen blows, Yuan Lang managed to protect his chest, but the price he paid for doing so was too high.

Every part of my body, from my hands to my feet, hurts.

He could already foresee that after this fight, his legs would be covered in bruises, and he might even have a fracture.

As the physical pain intensified, Yuan Lang's speed and reaction time were also affected.

It gets slower and slower over time.

With Jackie Chan maintaining a steady offensive rhythm, Yuan Lang found it increasingly difficult to defend, and more and more dangerous situations arose.

at last!

After three minutes of intense fighting, Yuan Lang could no longer maintain his impenetrable defense and was sent flying by Jackie Chan's powerful front kick.

The pain was so intense that Yuan Lang saw stars in mid-air, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

With a thud.

Yuan Lang flew four or five meters away and crashed to the ground in a disheveled state, blood spurting from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, the ground in the woods was relatively soft, which cushioned much of the impact of the fall. If it had been a hardened surface, that fall would have been enough to give Yuan Lang a lot of trouble.

"How about it? Give up now? Want more?"

Jackie Chan had vented his anger and felt much better. Seeing that Yuan Lang was bleeding, he was worried that he might hurt him, so he stopped attacking.

If Yuan Lang were seriously injured, he would have to leave the special forces or even retire.

That would be a grave offense!

"I give up, I give up, I'm not fighting anymore. You're a freak, a monster who came out of some mountain. If you keep fighting, you'll break my bones."

Yuan Lang painfully got up from the ground, clutching his chest and waving his hands in distress.

It looks like they really have no intention of struggling anymore.

"If only you had known this would happen, you would have just tied yourself up from the beginning, and there wouldn't have been so much trouble. Why did you have to suffer for yourself?"

Seeing that Yuan Lang was so honest and simple, Jackie Chan turned around and grabbed the rifle on the ground, unstrapped the straps and used it to tie Yuan Lang up.

Yuan Lang, who had seemed to have been beaten to a pulp and had given up in defeat, turned and ran away as soon as Jackie Chan turned his back.

"Go to hell..."

Jackie Chan was speechless at Yuan Lang, the sixth brother. This guy was a complete scoundrel and bastard. You couldn't treat him even a little bit well. He would take advantage of any kindness he received.

The duck that was already stuffed into Jackie Chan's mouth wanted to run away, but how could Jackie Chan let him have his way?

Given how badly Yuan Lang was beaten, if he manages to escape, Jackie Chan might as well just take off his belt and commit suicide.

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

Jackie Chan yelled at Yuan Lang and took off after him with a thunderous stride.

(End of this chapter)