The Italian was surprised when he saw that he punched the other party's shoulder and said that his martial power had become so high. He disdainfully extended his thumb to Lao Fang and said the crowd who watched it cheered. The Italian said it, but everyone didn't understand, but the tone didn't seem like good words. Lao Fang said, "No, this grandson hit me in the wound and broke blood again. Damn, he was cruel, who would take me for me?"

"I have to fight for you in one go? It's so shameful to our Northeast Army." Diao Delong laughed.

At this time, a stranger in a windbreaker suddenly spoke in Beijing's official dialect: "This person just said that you Chinese are cowards, no." Zang Hao and his men looked over and suddenly found that this person was also Chinese, but in Western clothes, he looked like he was in his thirties. Apart from military uniforms, he had never seen a Chinese dressed like this. The man took off his hat and said seriously: "I, Yong Xingbao, a Chinese living in Italy, came here to visit the troops of General Shangwu."

Zang Hao held a cigarette roll in his mouth and said, "Oh, we are Xiushuai, right? But we have met Xiushuai. You go to the headquarters to inquire, but you said that the foreign devils said that Chinese people are not good, right?"

Yong Xing Baoxin said that it seems that you are foreigners here, so she said, "He said that Chinese people can't fight, they are cowards, and Italians are the best."

Zang Hao said angrily: "Fuck me, who will go up and fuck him?"

Diao Delong said with a bitter face: "We have learned to cooperate with fighting in the army. We are really brave enough to fight alone. Look at his part. We are definitely trained to fight with tigers and leopards on the mountain."

"Mom, the next door." Zang Hao said angrily, "a bunch of cowards."

Unexpectedly, the Chinese recruit from Singapore, Yuan Zhihua raised his hand and said, "Squad leader, can I do it?"

Everyone heard the reputation and passed away. Yuan Zhihua, who was 1.62 meters tall, was going to show off at this time?

Diao Delong hurriedly said, "All right, even if you admit defeat, you can't admit defeat like this. Judging from your small body, you won't be able to squeeze out shit in one go. By the way, Geng is OK, 1.85 meters tall, Geng, you can go to the class. You can fight the most."

Geng Ming covered his butt and said, "I have eaten chili peppers these two days, and hemorrhoids have been caused. No."

"It's paralyzed. Why do you come out for a walk with us if you get hemorrhoids?" Zang Hao cursed.

Geng Ming whispered: "I thought you were visiting the kilns and we couldn't leave the big group."

"Oh, I'm fucked, I'm disabled and strong intent. I'm almost dying for Xiushuai. I admire what I'm still thinking about." Diao Delong said.

Yuan Zhihua said: "Squad leader sir..."

Zang Hao said: "I said it's new home skin..."

"Singapore, my place is called Singapore." Yuan Zhihua hurriedly emphasized.

"Yes, Xinjiapi, don't show off, too. Don't be so arrogant as the squad leader, can you please let me hear how I find a partner? I'm not as capable as the grandson of Lao Xiao." Zang Hao said, "Remember me, just call me the squad leader. Don't be so sad about the squad leader. When I heard you say the squad leader, I'll pull down your dog basket."

"Yes, the squad leader... the squad leader." Yuan Zhihua said, adding: "I'll do it, I'm the descendant of Wing Chun. I know how to do Kung Fu."

"What? You know how to kung fu?" Everyone said strangely.

"Yes, I know how to kung fu, Wing Chun." Yuan Zhihua said seriously.

The old house said, "Okay, you go, don't be embarrassed."

Zang Hao held the cigarette in his mouth and sniffled the mist and said, "I can't tell that you are a master who is hidden. You just look a little bit fictitious, so let's do it."

Yuan Zhihua jumped into the circle and told the Italian in English. The Italian didn't understand. Instead, the Chinese man in a lab coat used Italy to translate it. Zang Hao and several other big-headed soldiers stared at each other, as if they were blind. What were these two grandsons saying?

Yong Xingbao said: "This little soldier said he was here to replace his comrade-in-arms who was injured on the battlefield a month ago, but the Italians couldn't understand his English, so I translated it."

"Oh, I'll go, Xinjiapi still understands birds' singing." Diao Delong clapped his hands, and sighed to Yong Xingbao again: "You know two kinds of birds' singing, which is even more amazing."

Yong Xingbao sweated coldly and said, "I understand a little, I understand a little..."

Just as he was speaking, Yuan Zhihua fought with the strong Italian man. He saw Yuan Zhihua standing in two-character pincers and horse stance, and his hands became small thoughts of the phoenix eye fist. Everyone was stunned, what was stunned? Because Yuan Zhihua's posture seemed too strange to the eyes of ordinary northerners. Although everyone had seen martial arts teachers in the army, they had never seen such thighs clamped up and fight with people. Wang Maoru's martial arts teachers in the army seemed to be northern martial artists, and naturally they taught northern martial arts schools.

The northern boxing species are generally characterized by simple and concise, relaxed and generous, vigorous and vigorous, clear movement and stillness, smooth force, and complete coordination. The temperature in the north is cold and dry, especially in the middle of winter, when people practice martial arts outdoors, it is difficult for people to resist the bitter cold wind, so they must keep running and jumping, quickly and even fiercely, and increase the heat of the human body with fierce and strong movements. This is almost a common feature of the northern boxing school. The northern culture formed in such a living environment is characterized by toughness, simplicity, roughness and boldness.

The Southern Boxing School has a long history and its origin can be traced back to more than 400 years ago. Compared with the elegant, heroic, large lines, and large scale Northern Boxing School, the movement space is small and concentrated in the upper part of the human body, that is, the head, neck, chest, waist, upper limbs and other areas of the human body. The technical characteristics are even more unique: the steps are stable, the techniques are flexible and changeable, the boxing is strong, strong and powerful, and often uses voice and exhalation to promote force. This is the natural expression of the boxing style formed under the influence of southern culture.

As one of the representatives of Southern Fist, Wing Chun Fist emphasizes more on the actual combat speed, conciseness and clarity, and the maximum energy value bursts with the smallest spatial distance.

Of course, in the eyes of a group of northerners, Yuan Zhihua's pose in this position was really a shame for everyone. He sighed one by one, and Diao Delong said, "Before fighting, I will hold up my tail first, but how can I hit it?" The Italians who were watching the fun laughed, especially the unscrupulous laughter of the women made Zang Hao and others even more depressed.

The Italian man punched him with one punch, and the short and capable Yuan Zhihua stood firm in a horse stance, and his fist was quickly hitting the inside of the man's arm. He punched the man with his other hand and then approached the man. His two fists quickly punched the Italian man like wheels and punched him in the chest. He made everyone stunned. The Italian man didn't react, and he was hit so many times. When he reacted, he swung his punch and was avoided by the laughing Yuan Zhihua. The man rubbed his chest with pain, his face became heavy, and he underestimated the little man.

Yuan Zhihua gasped. After these forty or fifty punches, he also spent his energy. The effort required to hit people was far greater than being beaten. The Italian man rushed over with a scream, hoping to hug the short Yuan Zhihua. At this time, seeing Yuan Zhihua not retreating but advancing, he dodged him before the big man hugged him, jumped behind the big man, and punched him on the back. His fists were swift and powerful, and he walked around and stood only behind the big man. The Italian man wanted to

I had to avoid it, but I was hit behind me and could not turn around. I turned around violently, but was hit by Yuan Zhihua's quick and powerful fist. The short thrust of Wing Chun fist was immediately displayed, and Yuan Zhihua could not reach the level of Master Wing Chun's retention and retention. I hit until the Italian man spat out a mouthful of blood and spit out a few front teeth, and then stopped. Looking at his hands, he was bleeding, and Yuan Zhihua grinned and screamed in pain.

"Oh, I'll go, Xinjiapi, you can do it." Diao Delong clapped his hands and shouted, and saw the big man lying on the ground and humming. He took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, took out a few pieces and threw them on the man, and said, "Get to treat you foreign devils, let's go, Xinjiapi, I have to learn a few tricks from you."

"I'll invite everyone to have beer today." The old house was in a good mood to take revenge. Several people ran away happily. After a while, the local police came. Seeing this, they heard other residents' statements. They frowned and helped the mountain man up and asked him what he planned to do and whether he would sue these Chinese people. The mountain man shook his head and said that he had lost the beating, losing to a small man less than 1.7 meters tall. It was really embarrassing that he would not sue him.

However, the local police reported the matter to the mayor of Bagolino. The mayor ran to the barracks to protest against the Chinese soldiers fighting with local residents. Some local residents also followed the mayor to the barracks to raise signs to protest, although no Chinese could understand what was written on it.

"Damn it, I can really cause trouble for me." Wang Maoru couldn't help but scold him when he got the report from Ma Liang, "Catch those grandchildren back for me."

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Zang Hao's eleven people were brought back by the military police in the tavern. Zang Hao also said, "We drink during the rest period and did not violate the military rules. You can't arrest us." The military police sneered, "You don't violate the military rules." But how do you calculate the fight?"

Diao Delong said, "It wasn't that I didn't fight last time. Xiushuai didn't say anything, and he even asked if he won the fight."

"But you are holding you. It turns out that you were the ones who caused trouble in Alexandria last time. Good guy, the last time there was no real master for hundreds of people, and today you will appear automatically." The gendarmerie laughed.

Everyone glared at Diao Delong. Diao Delong knew that he had let go of his mouth, so he quickly slapped himself and said, "Brothers, brothers, I'm just talking nonsense. What happened last time has nothing to do with us, it's really okay."

"Who believes it?" said the man from the gendarmerie.

The crowd was so sad that they were tied up by the military police and taken out of the tavern. Lao Shu was still shouting: "Brother, brother, can you not tie it? I just talked to a local girl. If I saw me tied up, I might think about me. My image is brother."

"I'll go, I can't recognize a few of you, and I'm still talking to foreign girls?" Diao Delong said.

"Shut up." Old Huang said angrily, "It's all because of you."

Diao Delong said: "Why is it because of me?"

"You have to ask why the bench is so unlucky."

Diao Delong thought about it, suddenly realized, and asked, "Bench, bench, why did your mother name you a bench?"

"Hurry up your mother, shut up quickly." Zang Hao cursed and kicked him down. (Welcome to your support, my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!