Chapter 9 is unknown.

“All right.”

The burly platoon leader snorted Han Baihang, who had a short eye, and raised his eyebrows: "First of all, tell me, where the injured officer asked him to touch it himself."

Han Baihang smiled with kindness, and the words of the burly platoon leader were exactly what he wanted to say, and went to the burly platoon two meters away, stood a few steps before and after, and hooked his fingers.

The burly platoon leader did not rush to attack, around the beginning to observe the Han Baihang's downsboard, whether there is any effort in hand from the bottom can see the high and low.

The soldiers surrounded a large circle, applauded Han Baihang, three in a row shouted for the burly platoon leader, and the second company was shouting, and the crowd shouted in a mess: "Ah, don't be ah, don't grass chicken!"

The burly platoon leader moved first, clenched the iron fist of the casserole, the top of the Taishan generally rushed to Han Baihang, Han Baihang put a fake action, suddenly jumped on the side, the burly platoon leader was empty.In an empty moment, Han Baihang stood up straight, left foot trod on the burly platoon long leg bend, burly platoon long body trembling, only half of the knee to stand up straight, the size of the left hand to catch Han Baihang's legs, the right hand iron fist with the bad wind straight hit his stomach.Han Baihang was a pinch, the big leg was hard, the left foot withdrew its strength, with the right foot as the axis, the body turned, the thighs were tightened, the left foot was once again swept in the burly row of long legs, I don't know how much strength used, a bang, a burly row of long iron tower-like body.

Han Baihang did not continue to start, stepped back two steps, hooked the hand, faceless expression: "Get up, come again."

The burly platoon long face sauce red, the nose in the sloppy exhalation of the breath of the breath of the breath, hands propped up the ground for half a minute to get up, the legs are still trembling, just now the whip leg Han Baihang or left love, otherwise make full efforts, the burly platoon is not disabled.

“All right!”

“Innocent, good.”

A series of soldiers have applauded, which is particularly brave to applause the loudest, others do not know the bottom of the burly platoon leader, but he knows again, the burly platoon leader is called Wu Tiexiong, directly to the Cangzhou people, since childhood, a good fist, in the third division that is a name, in the battlefield that is the Lord who will take the flag, if not in the weekdays often drink trouble.He did not expect Han Baihang to put Wu Tiexiong down with three fists and two feet, and now he is convinced that Han Baihang is taken orally and admired.

The soldiers of the three companies are like the eggplant of frost, Wu Tiexiong is strong in the end, he replied to it in a few minutes, moving his legs, and his eyesight are fierce, like a hungry wolf who eats people.

Han Baihang back with a slight smile, and Wu Tiexiong such a brute force of people to fight, the best way is to Qiao Kegang, with anti-joint technology to deal with, just now the leg taping leg bend is a kind of, if the next kick in Wu Tiexiong's leg bend, to ensure that he three days are not standing up straight, but Han Baihang this time intends to come to a hard work, completely convinced this man.

Han Baihang first shot, thanks to this body's perverted ability to react, the memory of the elite hero Li Lianjie to deal with Fujita Gang's play, the hand is the jump of boxing, a blink of an eye jump to Wu Tiexiong, the left hand punched the chest, the right fist directly facing the door.

Wu Tiexiong this time did not dare to careless, put out the iron horse hard bridge kung fu, one hand blocked the left hand of Han Baihang's left fist, the head side of the face of this fist, the foot strode closer to Han Baihang, the right foot slightly raised a foot high, lightning-like kick to his calf on the face of the bone, followed by the entire huge body like a cannonball.

This set of sharp attack is not like Wu Tiexiong rough benzene body can be played out, Han Baihang to jump to dodge, while the fist like rain on Wu Tiexiong's body, this time is the "Ye Qin" Wing Chun fast fist.Unfortunately, Han Bai Airlines has a strong body, but the inner strength of the home boxing is completely unknown, this messy punch in Wu Tiexiong skin thick body pain, but a dodgy to let Wu Tiexiong punched the shoulder, can not help but back two steps, shoulder sour, suddenly can not lift up.

The two people retreated at a touch, separated by two meters from each other, and looked at each other, Han Baihang secretly moved his right arm to relieve the discomfort of his shoulders.Wu Tiexiong's dark center was shocked, and with his eyes, he could naturally see that the second-class soldier had a good body in front of him, but the fist and foot kung fu were too bad, otherwise he would have been put in it long ago.

The two people turned around, and suddenly Han Baihang moved up first, striding up and flung two long legs in front of him, and then kicking, kicking side kicking, sometimes spun off, sometimes double kicking, sweeping legs, opening up and closing.Wu Tiexiong in the face of the stormy and rain-like leg is not willing to show weakness, on the leg of his natural correction, used the northern leg in the tranches, the two fist to fight the intractable.Look at the people around you cheering.

In the fight, in the face of Wu Tiexiong's fist and feet in the wind and rain, Han Baihang's brain was blank, he almost closed his eyes and fought, some memories of fist feet in the body gradually awakened, and the fragments of martial arts in his brain flashed, gradually reciprocating and stitching together.

Time seems to be stagnating at this moment, Wu Tiexiong in front of him to maintain the movement of his fist, the cross-flection of the face is particularly monstrous and terrible, Han Baihang's eyes are shining, all over the sweat, ups and down, the outside circle of the people who do not see his body, heard a blaze, Wu Tiexiong's huge body like a broken line.

A bit of an uproar, Wu Tiexiong is afraid of not having two hundred pounds, can kick the two hundred pounds of the big living people out of seven or eight meters, how much strength.

The three rows of soldiers were busy helping Wu Tiexiong, Wu Tiexiong's mouth bleeding, his face was white, he wiped the blood on his lips, and his face was painful: "Don't move, the ribs may be broken."

“All right!”

He Dayong's eyebrows shouted well, and the soldiers of the second row applauded and cheered and made noise.

“What apoof it!”

Han Baihang scolded the voice, stepped forward, and stretched out his right hand.

Wu Tiexiong was haze in his face, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to sit up, but he was unable to make it strong, and he punched the ground with anger.

“Hold on.”

Han Baihang smiled and extended his hand again.

Wu Tiexiong was silent for half a sound, pulled out of his hand, followed by the trend, the two looked at each other, a great feeling of regret.

“The throttle!”

Suddenly there was a deplorable whistle outside, and then someone shouted, "The gendarmes are coming."

Everyone's face is a change, when the soldiers are not afraid of the gendarmes, the onlookers of the soldiers as birds and beasts scattered, Han Baihang is also secretly screaming, the army fights but to fight 30 boards, it seems that this board can not escape.