Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Arms are starting to hurt!

I can't feel my arm!

I can't support my shoulders anymore!

... ...

With the next kick, Qiao Lin kicked Pharaoh in the face.

Two nosebleeds splashed out from Lao Wang's face, and he fell out.

"Good kicks! You can think of using this move to break my punch."

Lao Wang is probably the most honest among these few people, and he didn't forget to praise Qiao Lin after falling to the ground.

He struggled to sit up, but he couldn't even use his arms.

Who wins and who loses?

Clear at a glance!

"Either you call for someone, or you do it yourself!"

Qiao Lin stood on the court, pointed at Liu Tianlong, and gave him two choices.

Liu Tianlong's face turned into a liver color.

I never expected that if I teach others, I will be taught a lesson.

"I didn't expect your Seventh Company to hide masters."

Liu Tianlong walked onto the stage calmly.

This is where the decision is made to do it yourself.

"Hahaha!"

Qiao Lin burst out laughing suddenly, this nervous laughter frightened Liu Tianlong.

"Did you hear that? He said I was a master! I turned out to be a master?"

Qiao Lin turned and said to his comrades.

Everyone is expressionless.

You are already a master!

Seeing that this cold joke was not funny, Qiao Lin was a little embarrassed.

"how to spell?"

Liu Tianlong asked.

He also couldn't remember how long it had been since he had encountered an opponent worthy of his shot.

And Qiaolin proved with his strength that this is a good enough opponent.

"It's up to you, you drew the road, and I'll follow it."

Qiao Lin spread his hands and said indifferently.

"it is good!"

Liu Tianlong didn't say another word, and rushed towards Qiao Lin.

With a side kick, it came towards Jolin's head.

Qiao Lin raised his hand and returned a side kick, which was also blocked.

The two punched and kicked each other without too many tricks, but the sound of punching to the flesh showed how fierce the fight was.

Jolin's arm was a little numb.

Liu Tianlong didn't feel any better either.

It's a close fight.

Chapter 40 Wounding the Guard Corps, Showing Their Skills in the Shooting Range

Qiao Lin couldn't remember how many punches and kicks he had received.

Liu Tianlong's shots were heavy, and his fists and feet were like a violent storm.

I can't blame others for their arrogance, they have the capital of arrogance.

But Qiao Lin didn't back down, and his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

It's fun to play like this.

come!Hurt each other!

Jolin's blood is about to boil!

After being punched in the temple, Qiao Lin's conditioned reflex was to throw a punch, hitting Liu Tianlong's side face.

Liu Tianlong's footsteps were a little disordered, Qiao Lin jumped, and hit Liu Tianlong's forehead with another elbow.

Liu Tianlong staggered back.

Jolin ran after him and bumped his knee into his chest.

This time, Liu Tianlong was knocked five or six meters away.

"come!"

"come!"

"come!"

Qiao Lin's shouts echoed in the sky above the small courtyard.

His cheeks were a little swollen, and blood was streaming from the corner of his mouth.

But his voice was so loud.

With the support of his subordinates, Liu Tianlong barely stood up straight.

He waved his hand, indicating that he couldn't come.

"Our seventh company, there is not a single coward!"

"The quality of fists and kicks is not the criterion for judging a man!"

"On the battlefield, among the soldiers of the Seventh Company, who has ever taken a step back?"

"Don't look down on people because of your high level, you can do a few tricks!"

"Tell you, the strength of soldiers lies in the battlefield. The soldiers of our Seventh Company are no worse than anyone else!"

"Not convinced? Let's fight!"

Qiao Lin walked straight up to Liu Tianlong, raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked straight into the other's eyes, and said word by word.

Liu Tianlong stared blankly at this young man who was only in his teens, and suddenly he could understand how the soldiers of the Seventh Company felt when he spoke like this at the beginning?

"I'm done!"

Liu Tianlong shook off his subordinate's hands and said to Qiao Lin.

"Brothers of Qilian, I was the one who went too far before, and I apologize to you!"

Liu Tianlong bowed again.

Jolin was dumbfounded.

Does this give up?

Should not be!

According to the development of the plot, shouldn't he say a few more harsh words, then completely anger me, and be beaten out of this small courtyard by me?

Why did you admit defeat?

Jolin suddenly felt that there was no meaning at all.

Just as he was about to go back to the house to rest, his wrist was grabbed.

"What trick did you use just now?"

Liu Tianlong looked thirsty for knowledge.

It had been a long time since he had met an opponent, let alone someone who could beat him.

They are all aboveboard men, and if you lose, you lose.

There is no dissatisfaction, no resentment, only admiration.

"Well, I call it kickboxing."

Qiao Lin thought for a while and said casually.

"Freedom fight? Very powerful!"

Liu Tianlong gave a thumbs up.

In the midst of punching and kicking, a conflict was resolved in this way.

We are both volunteers and fighting for our country.

A little dispute quickly dissipated.

Qilian regained his face, and Liu Tianlong also saw a master. Both parties were quite satisfied with the result.

Soon, everyone sat together again, affectionately like a family.

After learning about Qiao Lin's performance on the battlefield, he not only killed the Mi Army with outnumbered enemies, but also shot down the Mi Army's plane.

Liu Tianlong was even more shocked.

Unexpectedly, there are such powerful soldiers in the grassroots company.

"My brother Lin is not only good at fists and feet, he is good at everything!"

Zhang Xiaoshan couldn't help bragging for Qiao Lin, and continued after a pause.

"He is very good at shooting, one shot at a time."