my battlefield my company

Chapter 208 Wing Chun
Ye Xuan was dumbfounded.She only knew that Yan Zhi's marksmanship was unpredictable, but she didn't expect his fist skills to be so terrifying.

As far as Ye Xuan knew, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the 116th Infantry Company was known for their bravery and combat prowess. Among all the U.S. troops, they were also regarded as the steel division. One against one, no one can take his random punches and legs.

Yan Zhi's strength is too terrifying, no wonder President Roosevelt would rather pay a lot of money to keep him in the United States.

Ye Xuan took a peek at Nalan Xinghui, and saw that she was looking at Yan Zhi with no worry on her face, and her brows were full of tenderness, which perfectly set off her classic face.

Ye Xuan didn't know, the way she looked at Yan Zhi also changed...

"Get out!" Yan Zhi hit a soldier of the 116th Infantry Company with an uppercut directly in the abdomen, sending him flying four or five meters away. Can't send it out.

A strong black soldier hugged Yan Zhi's waist from behind. He was overjoyed. Just about to perform a hug and throw, Yan Zhi stepped forward calmly, pulled the strong soldier's body away, and then hit back with an elbow, breaking his body. When the Hei Zhuang soldier hugged his abdomen in pain, Yan Zhi took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and gently pushed the Hei Zhuang soldier's forehead, "Get lost."

The black strong soldier fell on the competition platform.

Zhao Fugui pursed his lips, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the 116th infantry company: "Look, look, look, look, look, look at the cowardly look of you soldiers, you ran away with arrogance just now! Where did it go? It’s called Long Live~~ You have to keep your eyes open to see that your soldiers are Jiba, but they can’t be tough.”

Wu Zhonghua laughed loudly: "Where's your karate? Where's your bushido? Where's your long live?! an? Your karate and bushido are nothing but floating clouds in front of our chief!"

Just now, after Kazuki Watanabe knocked down five Chinese soldiers, all the members of the 116th Infantry Company were so overjoyed that the soldiers of the Independent Company were already suffocated.

How dare you call again, one dozen five, in front of one dozen twenty, how dare you call it?

Watanabe and Si Yin's faces were gloomy, and there was a fierce light in their eyes, staring at the few soldiers left on the stage.

All the soldiers of the 116th Infantry Company knew that the soldiers of the Independent Company were laughing at them, but they all pretended not to understand Chinese.

Many soldiers from allied countries are very curious to know what the Chinese soldiers are talking about, especially more reporters want to know how the Chinese soldiers feel at this moment.

If it weren't for the fact that the two sides were fighting, the reporters would have rushed forward and asked the soldiers of the independent company to talk about their inner feelings at this moment.

Of course, if the two sides could stop fighting at this time, the reporters would definitely surround the Chinese major and let him talk about how he managed to achieve this shocking kung fu.

Therefore, at the request of many people, the translators continuously translated the words of the Chinese soldiers through the microphone.

Ambassador Hu Shi and Major General Yuan Ning sat on the rostrum. Although their faces were calm, their hearts were already full of joy.Just now Watanabe and Si single-handedly singled out five Chinese soldiers, who vomited blood continuously, but now our Chinese major hits twenty at a time, giving the descendants of the devil a head-on blow, which makes people feel extremely happy.

Ye Xuan looked at her appearance for a while, then took a sneak peek at Nalan Xinghui for a while, and then took out the small mirror to look at herself...Pouting her pink lips a few times, umm...she really is beautiful... …

Yan Zhi stepped over the strong black soldier, stepped forward, twisted his waist, squatted halfway, and punched a soldier's knee in the face of a flying knee, stopping his rushing figure to a standstill. , fell to the ground with a "plop", Yan Zhi casually kicked him on the shoulder, his arm bone shattered with a "click", he slid four or five meters away on the floor, vomited blood, and passed out.

The remaining soldiers of the 116th Infantry Company showed fear in their eyes, but they couldn't help but flinch in the arena, they could only look at each other, gritted their teeth and rushed towards Yan Zhi.

Yan Zhi jumped up suddenly, his body stretched in the air, and an air tyrant punched straight, hitting a soldier's chest heavily.

The soldier's body was hit like a full bow, and he flew back, "poof", a mouthful of blood spewed out, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know who he was.

Behind Yan Zhi, three Japanese soldiers chased after him desperately, and they seemed to see an opportunity for a sneak attack.

Yan Zhi ran forward a few steps, leaped high again like a big eagle, and stepped on the shoulder of an oncoming soldier with his left foot. With the sound of cracking shoulder bones, Yan Zhi was already in the air with his strength. With a backflip, the knee hit the shoulder of the soldier in the middle who rushed from behind. The force of this blow was more than four or five hundred catties. , as if he was dead, after a few seconds, his hands and feet could twitch lightly and moan in pain.

The audience was as silent as death, and everyone stared at the arena with wide eyes, but during the time when the rabbits were up and down, a large number of soldiers from the 116th Infantry Company lay down on the arena.

Everyone looked at the majestic and majestic Yan Zhi who looked like a murderous god, with fear and doubt in their eyes at the same time—is he human?
Yan Zhi threw himself sideways and used a simple sweeping leg to break the leg bone of the Japanese soldier on the left. Going to hug Yan Zhi's legs, Yan Zhi took a step back, stepped on his palm with his right foot, and kicked his wrist with his left foot, exposing the bones.

A Japanese soldier in the back threw his fist at Yan Yan to the back of the head, punched backhand without looking back, leaped high, kicked him in the chest with his back foot, and kicked him off the competition ring. Just as the fist of a Japanese-born soldier swooped in, amidst the sound of bone shattering, he threw out eleven punches in a second, "Hoo hoo... papa..." From the soldier's forehead, nasal bone, A series of dazzling punch marks were left on the neck, collarbone, and all the way to the lower abdomen.

The soldier who had received eleven punches was like a lump of mud, collapsing limply on the arena.

Yan Zhi blasted out eleven punches in one second, and the audience was dazzled. Everyone cast their bodies on the ground. They only saw that Yan Zhi's two fists, with overlapping shadows, were imprinted on the soldier's forehead all the way to his abdomen. It was as fast as lightning, so fast that it was incredible.

Yan Zhi took a small step back, put his left arm behind his back, and spread his right palm forward: "Wing Chun!"

At this moment, all the spotlights flickered, and all the cameras focused on Yan Zhi's body.

Tomorrow, the word "Wing Chun" will appear on the headlines of newspapers in various countries along with his posture.

Among the reporters from all over the world, there are many beautiful reporters. They have never seen such a brave and handsome major and company commander. Especially after he posed and said the word "Wing Chun", he directly captured the hearts of many women present.

Yan Zhi posed for two seconds, and then he jumped up like a spring, kicked sideways, and kicked heavily in the stomach of the soldier on the right who wanted to sneak up on him.

As if struck by lightning, the soldier bent down with a muffled groan.

Yan Zhi stepped forward, stretched out his hand to grab the back of the Japanese soldier's neck, pulled and pressed it forward, and the soldier plopped and knelt on the ground, facing the independent company, making a kowtow gesture.

"My dear son, you kowtowed before the Spring Festival?" Although Zhao Fugui was seriously injured just now, Zhao Fugui's brain turned quickly and his reaction was extremely fast. in front of the soldier.

So, the soldiers of the independent company took out coins or candies from their pockets one after another, and threw them in front of the soldier, yelling about good son and grandson non-stop.

Seeing a lot of candy piled up in front of the soldier of the 116th Infantry Company, the staff of the McCall military training base suddenly turned black. How many candies did these soldiers of the independent company put on their bodies?No wonder the candies are running out so fast lately...

Yan Zhi looked at Watanabe and Kazuki: "Captain Watanabe and Kazuki, let your soldiers admit defeat!"

Watanabe and Si Mian were ashamed, and the corners of their mouths twitched wildly. He knew that his soldiers had been completely defeated, but to let him admit defeat at this time would be to let him give up the spirit of Bushido.

The remaining soldiers of the 116th Infantry Company showed timidity on their faces.In front of such a murderous god, no one would not be afraid, but they saw that Watanabe Heji didn't speak, they could only attack. Although they were no longer Japanese, dirty blood flowed from their bones.

Three of the soldiers saw Yan Zhi talking to Watanabe and Captain Si, and together they rushed towards Yan Zhi, jumped up high, and kicked Yan Zhi in the back of the head with flying legs.

When the soldiers of the independent company saw this, they immediately cursed, damn it, as expected, there was still bad blood in their bones.

Soldiers and reporters from various countries also exclaimed!

There is no shadow of a little competition here, this is simply to beat people to death.The back of the head is the most vulnerable part of the human body, and its ability to resist blows is very weak. If it is kicked, it will be severely disabled if it is not dead.

Yan Zhi took a step forward with his left foot, and slid his right foot back 180 degrees. His right fist hit him head-on, and the soldier on the far right kicked him with his left foot.

"Kua Cha!"

This sound was too crisp and terrifying, because everyone could hear the sound of bones breaking.

Apparently it wasn't Yan Zhi's fist bone that was broken. He smashed the foot bone of the soldier on the far right with one punch, and sent him flying back upside down. When the body fell, a whirlwind leg directly flew out of the side he kicked, and with a click, the bone broke again.

This is brutal!
(End of this chapter)