Fengcheng old events

Chapter 303 Hou Baolong makes people blocked

The barracks of the communication platoon is just downstairs of the regiment headquarters, and if there is any movement, it can be clearly seen upstairs.

Huang Qiaoxing and the others may not have the intention of teasing Zhang Xingjun to act first, and they can still get three points if they don't respond.

"Xingjun, it's not worth listening to me now. Let's take our time, shall we?"

"Let go, I won't move them."

"Keep your word?"

"count."

Hou Baolong let go of his arms: "Sooner or later, it's the same day, let's calm down first, it's not worth it to let the head of the team catch up with you for this."

Over there, the four of Huang Qiaoxing walked away laughing and laughing, and turned their heads to look this way from time to time. The eyes were as arrogant as they were.

"What the hell, I have to catch a chance to fuck them sooner or later." Zhang Xingjun clenched his fists vigorously.

"I feel that they are deliberately teasing you and finding fault. If you go up now, you will probably fall for them."

Hou Baolong is a little thin and not very good at fighting, but he has a quick head, a sharp mouth, and is quite handsome. He is loved by the girls and young women around the station.

"I know, today's matter is a bit strange. But don't you know it's okay? Is this tone deceitful?"

"There are plenty of opportunities. It's still a few years. Whoever will leave tomorrow will always meet outside in the future. Let's do it at that time."

"What the hell." Zhang Xingjun took a few deep breaths.

As the saying goes, good spirits do not work bad spirits, Hou Baolong's words did not stay overnight, and they were fulfilled in the evening.

After eating, Hou Baolong and the others went to the bathroom.

The communications platoon lived in bungalows with dry toilets, which were built on the side of the tank depot at the corner of the camp, and the soldiers who lived in the bungalows cleaned them in shifts.

Rows of steel monsters parked under the shed, covered with dust, soldiers walked around them every day, or climbed up to knock around, or took a few photos, but they could not post them home.Even taking pictures has to be done secretly.

The vehicles parked in the open air here are all cars waiting for repairs. There are always some small problems that need to be knocked on this huge thing. In fact, it is for the new soldiers to practice their hands, or to do some pre-training.

At this moment, conventional live-fire training uses coaxial anti-aircraft machine guns instead of howitzers.That guy's bullet is not small, close to twenty centimeters.

Hou Baolong and the others went to the toilet. Not long after, a soldier in the class hurried back: "Xingjun, Baolong is blocked by the toilet."

"Who?" Zhang Xingjun stood up abruptly.

"Huang Qiaoxing, four or five of them."

"Because of what?" Zhang Xingjun turned his head and looked around, but there was nothing convenient here, and he didn't have time to look for things, so he ran to the toilet with his legs up.

"I don't know, I don't know why, I blocked him for no reason, I heard what he was saying, what and what, but I didn't understand."

Zhang Xingjun squinted his eyes, and his masseter muscles swelled up. If it was a cartoon, a small universe must have exploded from his head at this moment, bursting into flames all over the sky.

"Don't go, go back to work and see who is there, and shout."

"Okay, be careful."

Zhang Xingjun speeded up and rushed straight to the toilet.

There were a few half-cut bricks by the side of the run, and I bent down and picked them up and held them in my hand.

At this moment, the sky is already dark, the whole sky is gray, the earth gradually enters the haze, and the distant mountains become hazy as if covered with a thin layer of mist.

When I ran to the toilet, I heard the noise from a distance, and I had already started.Although Hou Baolong is small and thin, he is not a shy master and dares to fight.Of course, whether you can beat it or not is another matter.

Zhang Xingjun and his comrades in the class always laughed at him for his courage, boldness, and daring to get started, but his combat effectiveness was too poor.

A group of people gathered around the door of the toilet, and they had already started fighting. Several people beat Hou Baolong and the two of them, and they were already knocked down. They greeted them with fists and leather shoes covering their heads and faces.

There is nothing to scold, just hissing in a low voice and struggling to go up, there is no time to play tricks in a real fight.

Zhang Xingjun ran closer to see the situation clearly, and rushed over without making a sound.

Taking off with a run-up, half a brick in his hand swung up and slapped Huang Qiaoxing on the head.

With a muffled bang, Huang Qiaoxing staggered, wanting to turn around to see who it was, but before turning around, the person had already fallen.

No matter what you use to hit someone, the only thing that hurts you is the silent or muffled sound.

The cross talker used a fan to slap loudly and crisply, but in fact it didn't hurt people at all, and it didn't even hurt as imagined.A slap on the mouth means skin pain, and a muffled sound when the fist is raised, and you will see the consequences.

Boom, Peng, "I'm going to Nima." Click.

After photographing three people in a row, Brick shot in half. Zhang Xingjun threw Brick at the fourth person, sealed his eyes with a punch, pulled his hair and kicked him in the stomach, kicking people away. The ground fell hard to the side.

He punched the last man on the chin again, causing him to stagger, but this buddy resisted the blow, shaking his head and punching Zhang Xingjun.

Too slow.

In a fight, you first look at courage, second, reaction, and third, speed.No matter how strong or strong you are, if you can't increase your speed, it's just a waste of throwing. No one will stand still and exchange punches with you.

Peng Pengpeng just punched three times in the face, and this buddy was a little dazed before he even punched him.

He tried hard to see his opponent clearly but he had no chance, he felt his face being hit hard one after another, salty, sour and bitter came out of his mouth, his eyes were black and golden, and he couldn't even feel the hot numbness It hurts.

But his physical fitness is really good, he has not fallen after so many hits, and he is still struggling to fight back.

The one who was kicked over there got up now, and now he was the least injured.

It's a pity that I met Zhang Xingjun, a pure fighter who has been studying fighting and wrestling every day since the second year of junior high school.Standing up and finding the target, just rushed to the side and before the fist was raised in place, a hook had already hit the chin heavily.

With a click, the buddy fell to the ground again on all fours.

Under the ears on both sides of the front, the cervical spine and the skull on the back connect the two sides of the place. If these four places are hit hard, the eyes will instantly go dark, dizziness or blurry vision will occur, and those with a little poor physical fitness will lose it immediately. The combat power can't get up.

Zhang Xingjun also received two blows on the face. The opponent seemed to have a lot of fights at ordinary times. Although his strength and speed were a little short, he was able to resist blows and react well. He seized the opportunity and punched him.It's a pity that the power is not enough.

When a person fights, in fact, he can’t use all his strength. Most of his strength is consumed in muscle tension. Usually your strength is ten, but after you fight, you can use six or seven, then you are a master , half of ordinary people can't make it out.

This is why boxers are so strong, and they are out of breath after a round of 3 minutes.

(End of this chapter)