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Chapter 88 Wrestling

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    Li Yunlong?  Zhang Shun looked him up and down, and then said: "Well, yes, our Baoshan brothers are quite powerful. From now on, you will follow Baoshan, and you will not have to worry about eating and drinking. Seeing that you are a bit old, you have good eyesight."

    Hearing Zhang Shun's words, Qin Baoshan felt that he was about to suffocate internal injuries. Zhang Shun, the guerrilla captain, was really not qualified.  However, Li Yunlong's name should be like a thunderbolt.

    Qin Baoshan sighed in his heart, then turned his head to look at Li Yunlong behind him, and looked at this Captain Li who was deliberately pretending to be very modest. At this time, he must be very upset in his heart, right?

    Zhang Shun continued: "This name sounds familiar. By the way, I met with the county squadron a few days ago. They said that recently, the Eighth Route Army killed a regiment of devils. That army was led by Li Yunlong.  You have the same name, oh, the same name, look at others, how arrogant, but you are also discouraged, and you will follow Baoshan in the future, and you will not be worse than that leader. Our Baoshan brothers are comparable to Li Yunlong, what will Li Yunlong do?  Isn¡¯t it just knowing how to fight? Our Baoshan can also, not only know how to fight, but also engage in military industry. Li Yunlong has no bullets, so he can only fight with the devils, and we can make it ourselves. Hey, why is your face so pale?  Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you, Li Yunlong, but the regiment leader Li Yunlong"

    Maybe it's because I haven't seen Qin Baoshan for a long time. When I met him this time, he talked about it in a rambling manner. As Zhang Shun talked, he saw Li Yunlong's face change from white to red, and from red to black. This kid's head was originally  Just big, now, it's almost like a pig's liver.

    Just when Li Yunlong was about to lose his temper, Qin Baoshan said there: "Hey, what are you doing, you little devil? Are you fighting in the ring?"

    At this time, the construction site had been working for a whole morning, and the sweaty laborers squatted there, drinking cold water, gnawing on the steamed buns they brought from home, and it was impossible for the devils to give them food.

    This is also a short time for a break, but even in this short period of time, the devils are not idle.

    "The people in Taiwan are all East Asian sick men, a bunch of sick people." Gu Chuanxiong glanced at these people with disdain in his eyes: "Wang Mazi, tell them, who wants to come to play wrestling?"

    After hearing this, Wang Mazi knew that it was time for the Taijun to play again.

    It is one thing to drive the laborers to work, and it is another hobby of them to beat people by wrestling when they are resting.

    Kumaki Tanigawa likes to play this game the most.  Now, his eyes looked at one person after another among the laborers.

    When Wang Mazi's voice sounded, everyone suppressed the anger in their hearts, lowered their heads as much as possible, and just ate there.

    Wrestling with devils?

    This is not the first time, there have been similar situations before, big guys wrestling, you can only lose, you can't win, you have to fall down, otherwise, you will be beaten.

    When the devil said he wanted to play wrestling, he was actually tossing the big guy with different moves, so no one paid any attention to it.

    "Taijun, they don't dare." Wang Mazi yelled a few times, watching everyone lower their heads, and said to Gu Chuan Xionggui with a smile.

    They must not dare.

    Dare not?  Gu Chuanxiong stood up, walked over, glanced at one person after another, and then pointed to a young boy and said, "You, come and wrestle with me!"

    What he was pointing at happened to be Yang Song, who was about to stand up when he heard the devil's call, and Yang Changming who was beside him hurriedly said: "Taijun, Taijun, he is not strong, and he has never learned wrestling.  Taijun's opponent, please let him go"

    "Crack, crack." Before Yang Changming could finish his sentence, two hot slaps were slapped on the face. On the palm, without white gloves, it was not a devil officer, but Wang Mazi!

    "Damn it, the Taijun didn't call you again, what are you talking about, there is no place for you to intervene here, old man Yang, do you want to go into the coffin?" Wang Mazi kicked Yang Changming again, throwing  Yang Changming kicked to the ground and rolled back and forth in pain, unable to get up for a long time.

    Yang Song stood up, his eyes full of chill.

    The devil can also speak a few words of Chinese, and he often hears the devil scolding the sick man of East Asia and the subjugated slave. He scolds, but he can't refute it.  More ruthless, these traitors are a more hateful group of people!

    "Taijun, I can agree to wrestling, but I want to wrestle with him first." Yang Song said, pointing at Wang Mazi and making a gesture.

    Although the devil can't understand all the words??However, with just a few words and gestures, Yang Song could still understand Yang Song's intentions. His small eyes glanced at Wang Mazi, and then nodded: "Yes, Wang Mazi, you and him, wrestle!"

    Wang Mazi was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that this villager who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth would actually want to wrestle with him!

    Then, he had a fierce look in his eyes, and then he spat twice in the palms of his hands, and then squatted down halfway, imitating Taijun's appearance, and began to wrestle.

    "Ah" Wang Mazi yelled, and rushed towards Yang Song, ready to hug Yang Song's waist, and then throw him to the ground.

    However, Yang Song dodged nimbly, allowing Wang Mazi to jump into the air, and then left a foot to trip Wang Mazi's foot.

    "Ah" Wang Mazi originally rushed over, intending to put Yang Song down, but who knew that after just meeting him, he lost his footing and fell hard.

    "Boom." Everyone laughed.

    Even the devils laughed. In their eyes, the Chinese are all inferior people. Although Wang Mazi did things for them, he didn't look up to them, but he was just a dog.  Well, it really made everyone very happy.

    "This boy, yes, he should have practiced martial arts since he was a child." Li Yunlong said: "It's a pity for such a person to stay in the village. He should join our team!"

    "That's right, this man, our Donkey Calling Mountain guerrilla team is about to be settled." Zhang Shun said.

    "You donkey called mountain guerrillas? Are you comparable to the main force of our Eighth Route Army? Such people should be included in the main force of the Eighth Route Army."

    "You are so loud, just like the head of the regiment, Li Yunlong."

    "Hey, I'm really that Li Yunlong."

    "Bragging."

    Laughter is everywhere, the Taijun laughs, it¡¯s fine, it¡¯s my honor to make the Taijun laugh, but those laborers are also laughing, especially the woman who was beaten, laughed out loud  , Wang Mazi suddenly became angry.

    His jaw was broken, and it hurt a little. His eyes were gloomy, looking at Yang Song.

    Yang Song waved to him.

    The villagers were also surprised. They knew that Yang Song had been out for several years, but few people knew that Yang Song had become a monk and practiced martial arts for several years. This skill has actually been covered up a lot now  , did not bring out all the skills.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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