In the open space in the first camp, Liu Gen and Wei Dayong stood opposite each other, with the distance between them less than three meters.

Liu Gen's eyes were fixed on Wei Dayong, and his fists were clenched. He knew that he might not be Wei Dayong's opponent. But even so, Liu Gen wanted to fight Wei Dayong. He always knew the relationship between him and Wei Dayong.

How big of a difference is there?

Looking at Liu Gen who was not moving at the same place, Wei Dayong took the initiative to rush towards Liu Gen and kicked Liu Gen.

"boom"

Liu Gen didn't have time to retreat, so he punched out his fists and hit Wei Dayong's legs hard. Facing Wei Dayong, Liu Gen didn't dare to restrain his strength. He knew that he wouldn't have any chance if he didn't attack with all his strength.

.

Both fists hit Wei Dayong's legs. Liu Gen felt as if he had hit a stone. He could feel the slightest pain in the phalanges of his fists. When he looked at Wei Dayong, Liu Gen could see that Wei Dayong's expression had not changed at all.

This gave him a chill.

"Punch me!" Wei Dayong's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he punched Liu Gen with both fists.

Liu Gen reluctantly waved his fists and collided with Wei Dayong. The simple collision made him feel the pain from his fists again. The pain from his fists made Liu Gen's fists shrink.

Let Wei Dayong see the opportunity.

Seizing the opportunity of Liu Gen's fists to retreat, Wei Dayong kept swinging his fists, hitting Liu Gen like a continuous heavy rain. Wei Dayong has rich fighting experience, and he could tell soon after fighting Liu Gen.

Liu Gen's own shortcoming is that Liu Gen does not have enough combat experience.

Everyone can feel the pain when their opponent's fists collide, but for Wei Dayong, he has long been accustomed to the pain caused by the collision of his fists. Even Niu Dali and others have long been accustomed to such pain.

He has rich combat experience, so he naturally knows that he should not care about this little bit of pain during combat.

But Liu Gen was different. He didn't have much fighting experience. The pain caused by the collision of his fists would make Liu Gen a little unbearable. As Wei Dayong's fists continued to collide with Liu Gen, the pain continued to intensify.

, Liu Gen can only retreat again and again!

Feeling the pain from his fists, Liu Gen's eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty. After fighting with Wei Dayong, he naturally realized his own shortcomings. Just the pain caused by the collision of his fists was too much for him to bear. So,

How could he actually fight the Japanese?

The pain coming from the phalanges of both fists made Liu Gen's fists tremble slightly. Looking at Wei Dayong's continuous punches, Liu Gen could only fight with his fists again and again. But because Wei Dayong kept punching, he

Liu Gen was unable to attack with all his strength, and the pain in his fists continued to increase.

"Drink!" Liu Gen shouted fiercely, holding back the pain of his fists, and punched Wei Dayong fiercely.

This time Liu Gen did not choose to collide with Wei Dayong's fists, but instead hit Wei Dayong's chest. He knew that if he wanted to fight back, he needed to break the situation of being suppressed by Wei Dayong. So he chose to attack Wei Dayong's chest.

, this is the only way Liu Gen can think of.

Seeing Liu Gen's attack, Wei Dayong's eyes lit up and he suppressed Liu Gen. He felt that he could defeat Liu Gen very quickly. But now Liu Gen's counterattack made him realize that Liu Gen didn't want to give up the fight yet. He took a deep breath.

In one breath, Wei Dayong also changed the angle of his punch and hit Liu Gen in the chest.

Liu Gen and Liu Gen were throwing punches very quickly. Such a lose-lose style made it impossible for either of them to retreat. Wei Dayong could not retreat. He did not want Liu Gen to break the suppressed situation, and Liu Gen had no other choice.

, he needs to break Wei Dayong's suppression on him in this way.

"Bang" "Bang"

The fists of the two fell on each other's chests. Liu Gen felt his chest suddenly stagnated, and he almost stopped breathing. Looking at Wei Dayong, Liu Gen could see that Wei Dayong's face was flushed, and he didn't look like he was doing anything.

It feels good. That's right, Liu Gen's physical fitness is not weak, and his strength is also very strong. Wei Dayong cannot easily bear it even if he attacks with all his strength.

"Come again!" Seeing Wei Dayong's change, Liu Gen was a little excited and punched Wei Dayong again.

Liu Gen realized his own advantage, which was his strong enough physique, which meant that Liu Gen had strong enough ability to resist blows. Liu Gen did not believe that Wei Dayong could compare with him. Even if Wei Dayong could compare with him,

He has no other choice, this is his only chance to win.

"Well done!" When Wei Dayong saw Liu Gen punching again, he did not flinch and took the initiative to meet Liu Gen's fist.

Both fists were thrown out again, and the fists fell on each other. Both of them looked ugly. However, Liu Gen and Wei Dayong had no intention of giving up. They kept punching each other, hitting each other.

This kind of fist-to-bone fighting style made the soldiers in the first battalion feel excited.

Wei Dayong had a record of defeating Niu Dali and Liu Chao. The soldiers of the first battalion were not too surprised that Wei Dayong was so strong. They knew that Wei Dayong was a master and recognized Wei Dayong as the instructor of the first battalion.

Fact. But for the new battalion commander Liu Gen, the soldiers were quite surprised. They knew that Liu Gen was the commander of the artillery company, but when did the commander of the artillery company have such strong strength?

The soldiers looked at Liu Gen and felt that all their daily training was on dogs. It was okay that they could not compare with Wei Dayong. After all, Wei Dayong had been a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years. Liu Gen was different. Soldiers

We all know Liu Gen's experience. He was a pancake at a young age. With his excellent artillery skills, he became the commander of the artillery company and made good achievements in several battles.

In the eyes of the soldiers, Wei Dayong cannot be copied. We can't let them go to the Shaolin Temple for ten years and be a monk for ten years, right? Liu Gen, on the other hand, is replicable. Everyone is a soldier of an independent regiment.

Why can Liu Gen do it but they can't? Many soldiers looked at Liu Gen who was constantly fighting with Wei Dayong and clenched their fists quietly, with a trace of determination on their faces. They must also train hard to become like Liu Gen.

The roots are just as strong.

In the open space, Liu Gen and Wei Dayong kept colliding, and their fists kept falling. Feeling Liu Gen's increasingly heavier fists, Wei Dayong was a little surprised, why Liu Gen's strength had not weakened at all after fighting for so long.

Woolen cloth?

The power of Wei Dayong's fists has weakened. He has gained good physical fitness after ten years in Shaolin Temple, but compared with Liu Gen who has the blessing of the system, his physical fitness is still a little worse.

Seeing Liu Gen punching again, Wei Dayong's eyes flashed with cunning, and he suddenly kicked out his right leg, kicking the unprepared Liu Gen to the ground. At the same time, Wei Dayong's fists were aimed at Liu Gen, who fell to the ground.

It hit and landed not far in front of Liu Gen's face.
Chapter completed!