"Your Excellency, what if I choose you?" Zhang Haibao was the first to rush to speak.

If he didn't rush to say it, he was afraid that he wouldn't have the chance to speak in the future.

As a poor student who graduated from a non-commissioned officer school, Zhang Haibao was in trouble in commanding and combat. Most of the assessments failed. He could be said to be a poor student. For ordinary people, they might just stay in the reserve service, but who made this person still a distant relative of the Zhang family, although he was still the kind that he could only fight after all.

So, Zhang Haibao, who was born with the noble surname of Zhang, sneaked into the 109th Division, which was just a special division of the A Division. Although he had been in the army for several years before he had reached the rank of lieutenant or a lieutenant of the baggage army, as long as he had to settle for the rank of generals for a few years, he could return to the local area with a grand rank.

In other words, this person is not capable of any ability, but his ability to observe his expressions is not bad. He is here to get involved in official positions.

I guess from the time he saw Liu Lang, the commander of the Kingdom, he began to think about who would have a greater chance of winning duel. Of course, he is not stupid. If he can stand by a commander, he will be a guard. How can there be a weak person? Even if he is a little weak, he will definitely be better than him, a poor student! If he chooses stupidly, he will be seeking death by himself.

Let’s look at the tight arrangements of another commander of the Kingdom people. It seems that all safety is for the fat man who does not wear military rank but is obviously a rich man. Zhang Haibao was even more sure of his judgment.

The only way to survive is the fat man in the Kingdom.

Zhang Haibao knew that people in the Kingdom were very concerned about face, and people with high status were even more concerned about face and would not break their promises easily. He hoped that this fat man would love face and fight with him.

Although he is a slap, it shouldn’t be a big problem to beat a fat white man who looks even worse! You know, he is also a karate third stage!

So, as soon as the fat man spoke, he took the initiative to answer the conversation.

After hearing Zhang Haibao's question, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Many prisoners of war even started to clamor, calling the Black Hawk lieutenant shameless, while complaining in his heart that the fat man pretended to be a fat man and accounted for at least 90% of the people in the pit.

The fat white man was obviously a rich man who came to the army to play a gilded family. How could he play a duel with real swords and guns?

However, the Black Hawks all looked at the fat commander of the kingdom nervously. Whether he agreed or not was related to whether he kept his promise. As long as he agreed, everyone would at least not worry that he would immediately change his face and kill him.

The officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment were stunned. It was difficult to choose the Bull Demon King. This special mother is really a birthday star who eats arsenic - it's so long! Commander Liu won't punch his head with one punch! That's a death, it's really a pity.

"Sir..." The face of the Chinese character is a little anxious.

If it were the chief, why would he have the superiors go? Even if he died, he could still hold this bastard and bit him to death.

To everyone's surprise, no one of the fat white subordinates stopped him. When they looked at the Lieutenant of the Black Hawk Army, they seemed to be looking at a dead person.

Liu Lang grinned slightly, and his white teeth flashed with cold light in the hazy weather. This made a layer of white sweat appear on the back of the Chinese-character face, which was about to speak for no reason, and swallowed all the words behind it into his stomach.

At that moment, he seemed to be facing a tiger, a tiger with a big mouth exposed with sharp fangs.

Looking at the Black Hawk Army Lieutenant with hopeful eyes, Liu Lang nodded in front of thousands of people present and said, "Of course."

I can feel something is wrong with the face of the Chinese character, but why is Zhang Haibao the same? It is not that I feel the sternness from Liu Lang's exposed white teeth, but the reactions of all the subordinates of Fatty White. It seems that they are not worried about Fatty White or Win or Win.

Unless...

In their opinion, fat white men will win.

Zhang Haibao, who had fallen into the pit, could be said to be exploded at that moment. It's unscientific! But at this time, it was already hard to get rid of the tiger. This person could only grit his teeth and continue, "Your Excellency, I am proficient in sword techniques..."

"Shameless."

"Blackhawk Empire, go to die!"

"Dan, your mother, I'm still proficient in shooting!"

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. The prisoners of war were almost madly angry by the shameless Black Hawk Lieutenant and scolded them all, even though most of them were so hungry that they were no longer in strength.

"Okay, give him his samurai sword." Liu Lang nodded without comment. He waved his hand at Niu Er, who had seized this samurai sword.

Niu Er smiled coldly and threw the samurai sword away with the scabbard.

With a "clang", Zhang Haibao pulled out the shiny samurai sword, and his fear in his heart became a little calmer.

"Your Excellency, your behavior of keeping your promises deserves the tribute to the Zhang family. You are also a real warrior." Zhang Haibao is very good at eating fruits and talking swear words. He bows his head and bows, but his hands hold the samurai sword tightly.

No matter how good the martial arts are, he is afraid of kitchen knives. With a samurai sword that is far better than the "kitchen knives", Zhang Haibao must be much more courageous.

Everyone dispersed from afar, leaving the venue empty.

In addition, the dozen Black Hawk Army officers who were jailed at the gun and waited for a life-and-death duel were even more staring at their boss. It is not important for them to win or lose in this competition. What is important is that the boss should not impulsively do this fat white boss.

In that case, they might not even have a chance to fight and they would be killed by others.

Many of them even hope that their former immediate boss would lose, although he would die, at least he would leave a way out for the rest of them.

If the most concerned about the results of this competition is probably thousands of prisoners of war. It’s not how cute the fat white man is, they like him, but they don’t want to let go of the biggest demon king in this prison camp. Thousands of people were almost starved to death by him. If it weren’t for dozens of guns pointed at them around, they would be able to rush up and swallow the Black Hawk Empire’s people alive.

Then, whether it was the Black Hawk Empire or the Kingdom, except for Zhang Haibao, who had become a little calmer in the field.

The fat man is not so pretentious and wants to use his bare hands to fight a samurai sword. He also has weapons that he is good at.

Zhang Haibao really wants to swallow up what he said just now.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, I'm good at stick techniques." Liu Lang stood five meters away, holding the samurai sword in both hands and beginning to make an attack. He said, "So, Zhang Haibao, who had already begun to step in a misstep to attack."

What is a good technique? Zhang Haibao was still a little confused at first.

Not to mention that he is a Black Hawk Empire man, many kingdoms are confused. He has stick skills, but when did he have any stick skills? Is Sun Wukong's golden cudgel?

until......

Two special forces soldiers used the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp to resist horses, which was as thick as an adult's calf and three meters long to carry over a wooden bar.

Except for the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment, the eyes of the rest of the kingdom and the Black Hawk Empire were almost blinded, and even their breath seemed to have frozen.

No wonder it is called a stick technique. Is this a big stick? But are you sure you can dance this thing? It has a diameter of at least ten centimeters and a length of three meters, and it weighs at least 130 to 40 kilograms. Even two adult strong men are heavy when carrying it, let alone beat people with this thing.

"You are joking..." Zhang Haibao, who was obviously not thirsty, but his mouth was obviously dry. Is the fat white man opposite him teasing him, just like a cat and a mouse, and he will kill him after he has enough fun?

Judging from the current scene, it seems likely that it is true.

"Just talking to you? I don't have that time." Liu Lang let out a slight show.

The toes stretched toward the wooden stick, to be precise, and weighed it like no force. The big wooden stick weighing more than 100 pounds rose into the air like a violation of the laws of physics. Liu Lang stretched out his arms and clamped it under his armpit. He held his arms in one arm and pointed at the lieutenant of the Black Hawk Army who was stunned several meters away, "Come on!"

How to say that scene? The impact is really too strong.

Originally, the Black Hawk Lieutenant wearing samurai swords and long military boots in both hands looked very imposing, but when the super big stick pointed at him, everyone felt that he was just a little chicken, facing a tiger chicken.

It’s not because the stick is too thick and too big to have the advantage, but Liu Lang’s ability to lift weights has already told everyone that not to mention the Black Hawk Empire who is just holding a knife, even if it is a tiger, he can kill the tiger with one stick, and he doesn’t have to fight it so hard at all.

Indeed, even if you don’t have to beaten up a stick with hundreds of pounds, just pressing can crush a living person to death.

Everyone onlookers thought so. As Liu Lang's opponent, Zhang Haibao wanted to cry even more.

Bastard, how many bad things did the Zhang family do? They wanted to pick the weakest one, but they chose such a human-shaped monster? Compared with the three-meter-long wooden stick, his 80-centimeter-long samurai sword was as pitiful as a small toothpick.

"If you don't go, then I'm here." Liu Lang's mouth was a little cold.

With a wave of his arm, he swung his arm towards Zhang Haibao with a stick.

Many years later, the soldiers who survived by the thousands of prisoners of war still clearly remembered the scene at that time.

A fat white man with a not-stunning appearance, holding a big stick of hundreds of kilograms in one hand, like carrying a toothpick and slapped at the Black Hawk Army. Yes, it's not swinging, it's like slapping a fly, and it's a stick head-on.

The terrifying sound of the stick dancing was almost heard by everyone in the audience.

Zhang Haibao, who wanted to cry, was naturally unwilling to wait for death. He also tried his best to slash, from the downward direction. Although it might not be able to stop it, he could slash a little bit. At the same time, he was dodging to the side, showing the strength of the third section of the karate. Anyway, it was definitely a little stronger than the flies swattered by a fly.

But Liu Lang didn't give him this opportunity, and he didn't even have the chance to touch the knife on the stick. His wrist turned slightly, but it turned into a sweep. A muffled "bang" sound mixed with the sound of bone shattering. Liu Lang swept the ribs of the Black Hawk Army Lieutenant who was dodging with a stick.

The force was so strong that he swept the Black Hawk Army lieutenant who was crying out several meters away. Before he could fall from the air, Liu Lang strode forward, and his stick drew an arc in the air and smashed it into the air, hitting the neck of the Black Hawk Army lieutenant who was screaming heart-wrenchingly.

With a "bang", Zhang Haibao, who was smashed to the ground, twitching his hands and feet, twitching towards the sky, and his neck twisted strangely to one side, with his eyes wide open. His eyes were gray and had lost their luster.

Obviously, this stick smashed his neck bones and also smashed all his vitality.

And the so-called battle, just two seconds have passed.

It’s not that the Black Hawk Empire is too weak, but that the fat master is too strong. Everyone present has an illusion that even if they were in the Black Hawk Empire’s position, God would be able to live for one more second.

Not to mention the kingdom prisoners of war and Black Hawk Army who did not know Captain Lang, even the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment who were familiar with Captain Lang's combat power all breathed secretly.

The Bull Demon King is getting more and more exaggerated.

The whole audience was silent.
Chapter completed!