Rise From Eight Hundred

Seeing that the old man surnamed Han was ready, Leng Feng didn't waste any more words.

He punched him head on.

From an outsider's point of view, Leng Feng's punch was fast and fierce, full of power, and was completely used against the enemy.

However, Leng Feng should have shown mercy, and his punch was aimed at the chest of the old man surnamed Han, not at the throat or head.

But as the third strongest general of the Four Lines Group, Leng Feng's punch was also a hundred pounds of force. If he was hit by such a punch, not to mention that the old man was already old, even a strong man like Heizi would not be able to withstand it.

Moreover, although this punch was very powerful, people who are familiar with him know that this punch is just a feint.

If the opponent retreats or blocks, he will follow with his second punch, and his legs, or kicks or knees. As long as he is the first to attack, unless it is an attack against an attack, he can only be suppressed by him.

Although Leng Feng's physique is not that strong, he has long physical strength. Anyone who fights against him can only be beaten by his violent punches and kicks if they are slightly weaker and show a flaw.

There are sometimes competitions in the army. Leng Feng, who is not big, has beaten many big soldiers who rely on brute force.

After this punch, in the eyes of Li Jiujin and the two special forces, the old man surnamed Han has already lost.

Now their only worry is that Leng Feng must not hurt the old man. After all, he just didn't expose his strength and didn't do any damage. If he really hurts him, it will be difficult to explain to Yue Yiman and his mother.

Obviously, they really thought too much.

The old man also punched, not to block, but to hit!

The two palms hanging down at the side of the body suddenly clenched, and moved forward brazenly, without dodging or avoiding, a forward punch, two punches against one punch, and three fists smashed together fiercely.

"Bang!" A muffled sound made Li Jiujin's eyelids jump as he watched the fight.

He was sure that if it was him, he didn't know whether his wrist was broken or not, but his fist must be swollen.

This old man must be a lunatic.

At such an old age, he was actually fighting head-on like this?

Leng Feng might not have expected that the old man would actually fight head-on with him. The piercing pain came from his fists and fingers, but for this tough guy in the army, this pain was nothing. With anger flashing in his eyes, his foot in Japanese cowhide boots suddenly bounced forward and kicked, like a ferocious venomous snake heading straight for the old man's lower abdomen.

If he was kicked like this, he would have to lie down for at least a day to recover. If the old man reacted quickly and dodged to the right, Leng Feng would regain the upper hand.

Unexpectedly, the old man had no intention of dodging at all. He changed his fist into a palm and held Leng Feng's wrist tightly. The other hand slid down and pulled horizontally, just waiting for Leng Feng's ankle like catching the moon from the bottom of the sea. With a sudden force, Leng Feng, who was standing on one leg, was about to lose his balance.

Leng Feng's reaction was also very quick. While his right hand was freed from the restraint and pulled back, he directly used the force to fight back. The whole person was in the air, and his body suddenly twisted. The original supporting leg kicked straight to the old man's head.

If it can be said that he still had some strength before, Leng Feng was really angry at this moment. Two moves tested that the old man surnamed Han really had some strength. With full output and sturdy Japanese leather boots, this kick would not kill or cripple him.

The old man dodged this time, and he slightly lowered his body and narrowly avoided Leng Feng's kick like a knife.

However, Leng Feng's attack was still not over. The leg caught in the old man's hand also took advantage of the momentum to kick hard. The first kick was a killing move, but the second kick was a more fatal killer move.

Very gorgeous, even more fierce.

There is no routine, it is the most direct reaction in a flash, every move is fatal, a typical military combat method.

Facing such an attack, the old man has only two ways, either to dodge again, or to block it abruptly. At least he kicked with 200 kilograms of leg strength. Even if he blocked it, he had to pay a price.

So, the old man continued to dodge, twisted his body suddenly, and was as soft as noodles, dodging the kick with agility far beyond his age.

However, Tang Dao frowned slightly.

Because the old man was too close to Leng Feng's body.

Yes, Leng Feng, who attacked with his two legs like iron spears, should have forced the opponent out two meters before he could stand up again and attack. Otherwise, given his current state of not landing, once the opponent was too close to him, it would be extremely disadvantageous to him.

Perhaps, it was no longer a problem of disadvantage.

Leng Feng was not given a chance to stand firm at all.

Gu Xi

The old man surnamed Han, who dodged Leng Feng's legs, rushed forward and hit Leng Feng's chest with a fierce shoulder collision, knocking Leng Feng three or four meters away.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Even Tang Dao seemed to be shocked, and his eyes suddenly widened.

The third most powerful general of the Four Lines Regiment, Leng Feng, the battalion commander, who had taken on two Japanese infantrymen and killed them all, was the first to attack, but was knocked away by someone in just three moves.

What's more terrible is that the opponent is just an old man in his fifties or sixties, and he is still standing there without changing his face or heartbeat.

This is too magical.

Li Jiujin's mouth can completely swallow a goose egg. No wonder the old man just said that you guys can come together! He really is not bragging!

"Captain Li, come with those two kids!" The old man surnamed Han looked at his former chess friend Li Jiujin with a smile.

"I won't come!" Li Jijin refused decisively. "I'm not a masochist. Battalion Commander Leng can't beat you, Old Han, and I can't beat you either. Niu Er, Heizi, you are young, come on together."

"You can win with a gun, but you can't win with your fists!" Heizi shook his head decisively.

After fighting for such a long time, the two recruits' horizons have long been opened. It is not that difficult to admit that others are better than themselves in some aspects. What is important is that they have confidence in the guns in their hands.

This is not a battlefield. If it were a battlefield, they were confident that they would be the ones who survived.

"Good guy, Uncle Han, this is a Bajiquan routine that also incorporates the concept of Tai Chi!" Tang Dao shouted as if he was stunned.

Leng Feng was no match for the old man named Han, which did not surprise Tang Dao.

A martial arts master who can make him wary, how can he not defeat Leng Feng, who is born in a wild country and relies solely on his physical fitness and killing instinct?

What shocked Tang Dao just now was not the old man's initial "Bajiquan" head hammer. Cangzhou Bajiquan, which originated from Shaolin Bajiquan, with its unique style of strong and violent and "bumping, collapsing, squeezing,... "Reliance" is the characteristic of martial arts and has become the representative of the most violent and fierce boxing skills in Chinese martial arts.

But the ghostly movement of the old man who had just dodged Leng Feng's two feet, like a willow in the wind, was obviously not what Bajiquan, which is famous for its fierceness, should have. That kind of boxing that was hard yet soft, soft yet strong, actually made Tang Tang The knife found a sense of familiarity.

Yes, what really shocked Tang Dao to the point of losing his voice was not how strong the old man was, but the fact that he could fly his own warriors with three moves.

Instead, Tang Dao was very familiar with this kind of boxing technique.

When he was young, he didn't know how many times he was beaten by the boss who had this kind of boxing technique in the training ground. At that time, he was like Leng Feng, as hard as the sharpest knife. He was knocked down without any suspense, and it wasn't until he was beaten too many times that he finally grew up.

This also allowed Tang Dao to survive when he later performed a mission and faced the top mercenary with terrifying iron elbows and iron knees in the tropical rain forest who once kicked a bison to death and was known as the 'God of Death'. That one.

With his strong and soft martial arts, he was able to retain more physical strength after resisting the opponent's violent first wave of attacks, and finally strangled the terrifying opponent to death with a guillotine!

Tang Dao has come to this era, but he has not yet shown the basic skills to suppress the situation. Those scumbag Japanese are not worthy of his Tai Chi method. Just the eight extremes of strength have already killed them.

But now, he actually saw the familiar boxing techniques from the past.

"I didn't expect that Captain Tang is also a master in this. Han has not been able to flex his muscles so freely for many years. How about Captain Tang come and give me some advice?" The old man surnamed Han smiled casually and actually invited Tang Dao to fight.

No one dared to regard this old man as an old man anymore, not because he had defeated Leng Feng before, but because of his demeanor of fighting whoever you want, I can fight alone.

Just like the fearless Zhao Zilong of Changsaka in the past.

"I wonder if Uncle Han knows about Ma Guomen?" Tang Dao strode forward and asked tentatively.

That was the name of the fighting instructor who beat him all the time but was as close as a brother. Because he was born in a frontier fortress, his grandfather named him Guomen, which means that he will guard the country in the future. All the fighting techniques of Tang Dao were learned from him.

"Ma Guomen? Who is he? I don't know!" The old man surnamed Han was slightly stunned and shook his head.

"Oh, no, I should ask you if you know Ma Quanda." Tang Dao patted his forehead. He was talking about the name of the person decades later. For this person's current age, I'm afraid he will have to live to be 100 years old. .

Unexpectedly, as soon as Tang Dao said this, he seemed to have violated some taboo.

I had just fought with Leng Feng, and I didn't see how excited the old man was. When he heard this name, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at the Tang Dao. The devouring beast.