Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 647: Enthusiastic promotion is a tradition of our army

Bang!

On the court, Zhao Pengfei hugged his opponent's waist.

He swept his lower body with his right foot, then twisted his body and exerted force with his waist.

He threw the kimchi soldier diagonally to the ground and knocked him unconscious on the spot.

Zhao Pengfei gasped for breath, stood up with difficulty, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He made a V sign to Qin Feng, and Qin Feng smiled and gave him a thumbs up: Your skills are still as good as before, old squad leader!

Actual combat, using 3V3 mode. If you still have enough physical strength, you can choose to continue fighting the next enemy.

But Zhao Pengfei was obviously tired at this time. If he continued like this, he would most likely lose the second game.

So, Zhao Pengfei walked down and replaced Qi Meng.

Qi Meng's opponent is a square-faced man.

Qin Feng and his companions had watched this guy’s matches in the previous two games and knew that he was a Taekwondo master.

Taekwondo is a fighting skill popular among the Korean people, which mainly uses leg techniques. It is also an Olympic event.

In previous actual combat, this guy showed impressive strength, especially in the first round, where he killed a Japanese soldier with just one kick.

"Be careful." Qin Feng reminded.

"clear."

Qi Meng swung his arms, drew his bow and arrow, and assumed a Bajiquan attacking stance.

This is his signature skill, and it is also the martial art he mastered before joining the army.

But after joining the army, he deleted some useless moves from this set of Bajiquan.

It incorporates the essence of the Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon to make up for its shortcomings in combat, and its actual combat power is also greatly enhanced.

That's why Qin Feng asked him to fight.

As the referee blew the whistle, the second fight officially began.

After Qi Meng got into position, he did not choose to attack actively, but waved at the opponent.

"come."

The kimchi soldier raised his eyebrows and rushed forward with a flying kick.

Qi Meng quickly dodged to the side and threw a punch at the same time.

But the other party seemed to have anticipated his actions.

As he landed, he ducked to avoid the blow, then threw a feint punch at Qi Meng's chest. However, at the moment of punching, he turned around and kicked back hard, hitting Qi Meng in the stomach.

Dengdengdeng......

Qi Meng was kicked unexpectedly and took several steps back, holding his stomach.

He stood up, brushed off the mud on his clothes, and rushed towards the other party again.

Both sides used swift moves and powerful punches and kicks, making the fight difficult to determine.

Due to carelessness, the Korean soldier was hit hard by Qi Meng's elbow in the heart, and he grimaced in pain.

But just as he was covering his chest and rubbing it, Qi Meng suddenly flashed around behind this guy, hoping to subdue him with a back throw.

But Qin Feng frowned subconsciously when he saw Qi Meng's action, because this Korean soldier practiced leg skills and his lower body was very stable.

The forward swing of the back throw is too large, which is a move that hurts the enemy a thousand times and hurts yourself eight hundred times.

Although the moves were sharp and very entertaining to watch, the final results were not as good as expected.

Sure enough, when Qi Meng hugged the other person's waist and was about to fall backwards.

The kimchi soldier sank his body, jumped back like a spring, and jumped behind Qi Meng in such a gorgeous way.

It felt like watching a lion dance with somersaults, where the person in front suddenly moved to the back.

Now the roles were reversed, and Qi Meng was the one being hugged by the waist.

But this pickle soldier was smart and he didn't choose to back-dump.

Instead, he threw him to the side, preparing to pin Qi Meng down with his body.

When the strength is similar and it is difficult to determine the winner, the victory can be achieved as long as the opponent is pinned to the ground for more than five seconds.

"1,2,3......"

The referee watched Qi Meng being pinned to the ground by his opponent and immediately began counting down.

Qi Meng was restrained and unable to move.

But with the help of a monkey stealing peaches and poking the opponent's nose, he successfully reversed the situation and finally pinned the opponent under him.

But the referee at this moment seemed not to see it, and only started to count down slowly after being reminded by a group of people.

Not only does each note drag on longer, but the intervals between numbers also become longer.

"1...2..."

Finally, when counting to four, the referee dragged out the count to an outrageous degree.

Basically, this guy can last as long as his breath lasts.

Qi Meng was eventually exhausted and was broken free by the opponent, which led to the doubling of the number of kimchi soldiers.

When the referee announced that the stick had won, there was a burst of angry shouts and even the contestants from other countries who were watching booed.

This kind of blatant favoritism is simply despicable and completely shameless.

But this Korean soldier held his head high and even gave Qi Meng a thumbs up.

It was as if he had won so gloriously.

This guy was even shouting and ready to challenge the next one.

We must win this game in one fell swoop and completely kick out the Yan Country team and Sakura.

"Brother Feng, I'm sorry, I was careless..."

Qi Meng covered his ribs and limped down.

Li Jiasheng and Zhao Pengfei hurried over to support him and help check his injuries.

After confirming that they were just some superficial injuries, Qin Feng asked someone to take him back and apply medicinal wine.

"It's okay, you've performed well. This guy's skills and reactions are not like those of regular troops."

"You mean, the guy I fought with is a special forces soldier from the Korean country?"

Qi Meng opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of surprise.

In fact, during these days, Qin Feng has discovered that many participating teams have special forces mixed in.

These guys are stronger than regular soldiers, and more or less have some special skills and abilities.

The purpose of doing this is naturally to help the team get a better ranking in the competition.

Other countries have done this, and South Korea, as a professional referee, is naturally not excluded.

And Qin Feng's guess was indeed correct. In the actual fighting competition, the three members of the Kimchi team, including captain Park Jae-yong, were all from the White Tiger Special Forces.

These guys not only have rich fighting experience, but their actual combat level is also taught one-on-one by the American Navy SEALs, so they are naturally not to be underestimated.

"You go and take a rest." Qin Feng patted him: "I'll play with them."

"Brother Feng, you should be careful too. This guy's legs are very powerful, and..."

Before he could finish his words, Li Jiasheng pinched his back, causing him to shut up immediately due to the pain.

"Why are you talking so much? When have you ever seen Brother Feng lose a fight?"

"Instead of worrying about our captain, we should pray that the other team can hold on for a few more seconds."

"That's right, that's right. No wonder you lost..."

Qi Meng suddenly felt a little embarrassed, he was just being polite.

It’s just like when a friend leaves after a meal and you say “drive slowly”.

Forget it, I’m not good at talking, so I’d better try to speak less in the future.

At this time, Qin Feng had already walked onto the field and stood opposite the kimchi soldier.

The guy who had defeated Qi Meng before was stretching his muscles and drinking water to replenish his strength.

After seeing Qin Feng's handsome face, he immediately showed a sarcastic and dissatisfied smile, because he felt that Qin Feng must have had plastic surgery.

After all, in their country, both men and women are considered "good-looking".

It is really difficult to find an original face.

The pickled soldier shook his head and waved provocatively at Qin Feng: "Come, come and hit me."

Qin Feng, however, remained unmoved and turned to look at the referee, asking, "Can I beat both of them at once?"

The referee was also stunned. He had never heard such a ridiculous request in his life. He immediately nodded and agreed, as long as the remaining player on the other side was willing.

Then Qin Feng waved to their kimchi captain Park Jae-yong and said, "You, come up."

Park Jae-yong frowned and walked over: "Are you sure you want to fight two at once?"

Qin Feng nodded seriously: "Yes."

"Haha..." The two kimchi duo sneered at the same time: "Yan people, you will definitely pay a heavy price for your recklessness later..."

Before he could finish his words, the guy who was fighting with Qi Meng earlier rushed out.

Finally, he fell headfirst into the sand pit with his butt sticking up and his body limp, losing consciousness.

Park Jae-yong's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of fear instantly spread across his face.

But at this moment, he has been enthusiastically promoted by Qin Feng using the most traditional and elegant method of our army...