The fifth thousand nine hundred and fifty-eight chapters fly out of the strong man
Everyone around was stunned. They all stared at the strong man flying out in an arc in the air. Everyone then looked towards the field.
Only then did they see clearly that the man who kicked the strong tiger away was actually a child with a bald head. This sudden child had his left arm wrapped in a bandage hanging on his chest, and his right hand held a black and yellow
The little tabby cat, he kicked the tiger away and ran towards the recruit on the field.
Wan Lin saw this kid suddenly come out, he frowned and whispered: "What are you doing here, Commander?" "Si...Commander is...in the back, I...I was just here
At the entrance of the shooting range, I saw you...you and Minister Qi."
He then looked at the crowd on the sidelines and said: "Suddenly there were so many people here. I... I knew that you... you must have... fought... with someone else. I...
I'm here to support you. If that big guy dares to scold you, I... I'll kick him out."
As the boy spoke, he looked at the back of the battalion commander who was walking towards the sidelines and shouted: "Then...that major, you...stop right there!"
The people around saw this bald boy kicking the tall tiger out, and now he stared at the battalion commander and stammered to stop him. Everyone looked at this stupid boy and couldn't help but laugh.
stand up.
The battalion commander couldn't help but laugh when he heard the shouts coming from behind him. He had just seen this stupid boy kicking the tiger out.
He turned around and looked at the little monk, raised his finger and pointed at the tip of his nose and asked with a smile: "Little brother, are you calling me major?" Wan Lin suddenly saw the little monk calling a battalion commander, and suddenly there was a trace of nervousness on his face.
With a look on his face, he grabbed the little monk's arm and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! Don't look for me..."
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Before he finished speaking, the young monk stared at the battalion commander and shouted: "You... you just... scolded my senior brother, right? I... I also... kicked you too
,come over!"
Amidst the boy's stammering shouts, there was laughter all around. At this time, they already understood that this bald boy was the younger brother of the recruit in the field, and he came to occupy the place for his younger brother.
A group of female soldiers from the communications camp on the sidelines were also laughing wildly. The female major standing next to Qi Zhijun and the second battalion commander also looked at the boy fondly. She then looked at Qi Zhijun and asked: "Minister Qi, where are you?"
Such a little living treasure comes here?"
At this time, the commander of the first battalion who had already walked to the side of the field also laughed at the little monk's shout. He rolled his eyes, raised his finger and pointed at the commander of the second battalion who was hugging the flying tiger and replied: "Little brother,
I didn't call your senior brother, it was the major who called your senior brother a recruit."
The battalion commander's mind was extremely flexible. He had already seen this stupid boy kicking a strong man away, and he immediately understood that both this boy and the recruit next to him had superb martial arts skills. Otherwise, Qi Zhijun, the director of the operations department standing on the sidelines, would not
The recruit who would stop the tiger from charging onto the field without saying a word.
So he immediately transferred the firepower of this stupid kid to the arrogant Second Battalion Commander on the sidelines. After he finished speaking, he quickly walked to the sidelines with a wicked smile.
The people on the sidelines heard the first battalion commander's answer and looked at the bald boy who had turned his face to glare at the second battalion commander. They couldn't help but let out another burst of laughter, and a group of soldiers from the first battalion raised their hands.
, pointed at the second battalion commander who was hugging Hu Zi and shouted: "Little brother, our battalion commander is right, it was the major who scolded your senior brother." "Yes, yes, that's right, it was the major and the big guy!"...
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At this time, Wan Lin had already seen through the gap in the crowd on the sidelines, the old general Ouyang Shan was behind the crowd, looking at the young monk with a smile on his face, and a laughing staff officer stood beside him.
Wan Lin's heart sank, and he felt a sense of fear. He suddenly remembered that Li Dongsheng had once told him that the commander of the Southwest Military Region was extremely defensive. If he really punished the battalion commander of his guard regiment, he really didn't know.
Will the old general be angry?
He quickly took the little monk's arm and whispered: "Don't cause trouble for me, come down with me." He was really worried that this little troublemaker would cause trouble for him in the Southwest Military Region, and he and the others were guests here after all.
After he finished speaking, he took the little monk and walked towards the sidelines.
At this moment, the hugged Huzi suddenly pushed away the second battalion commander, and he rushed towards the field like a gust of wind. He stared at Wan Lin and the little monk with bull eyes and cursed angrily: "You little bastard,
You dare to plot against me!"
Wan Lin's face darkened again when he heard the boy swearing. At this time, Qi Zhijun on the sidelines put away the smile on his face. He looked at Wan Lin with a gloomy face and shouted: "Wan Lin, come down."
When Wan Lin heard Qi Zhijun's cry, he immediately understood that Qi Zhijun wanted to use the little monk's hand to deal with the strong man Huzi and let him know what it means to have someone outside the world!
He hesitated for a moment, then looked through the cracks in the crowd to the back of the crowd, and happened to see Ouyang Shan smiling and nodding to him. He felt happy, knowing that the commander also wanted to see Jing Heng's grandson's kung fu.
Wan Lin quickly looked down at the young monk and asked, "Jingheng, are you okay with the injury on your arm?" The young monk was glaring at the strong man rushing from the outside with burning eyes.
He stammered in reply: "No...it's okay. If he dares to scold us, I...I'll kick him out again." As he said that, he stuffed the little flower he was holding in his right hand into Wan Lin's arms.
, followed by taking a few steps back, and in the blink of an eye, he had retreated to the center of the field.
Wan Lin raised his head and glanced at the strong man rushing from the sidelines. With a look of helplessness on his face, he raised his feet and walked towards Qi Zhijun on the sidelines.
At this time, Huzi, who had already rushed to the sidelines, saw Wan Lin walking towards the sidelines. As he rushed forward, he raised his thick arm and pointed at Wanlin and cursed: "Little bastard, don't leave, I'll follow you."
You have two moves!"
When Wan Lin heard the boy's scolding, a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He stopped and looked at him coldly. At this time, the little monk had already rushed to Wan Lin's side like a gust of wind.
Wan Lin held Xiao Hua in his left hand, grabbed the little monk's arm with his right hand and threw it back: "Back off!" He suddenly took a half step forward, raised his right hand and grabbed Hu Zi's stretched right wrist.
He followed the side of his body, threw his right hand back violently, raised his left foot slightly upward at the same time, and shouted angrily: "Get out!" Huzi, who had just rushed in front of Wan Lin, felt a strong force coming from his wrist.
, his body flew over Wan Lin's slightly raised left leg with a "whoosh", and then he lay down in the middle of the field with a "boom".
The sidelines suddenly became quiet. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the strong man falling from the sky, and their mouths opened involuntarily. No one expected that as soon as this menacing strong man rushed in front of the opponent, he was grabbed by the opponent.