Chapter 69 Helicopter-style Hushang Dance

Seeing the helicopter without propellers flying downwards suddenly, Zhan Xiage threw away his self-defense pistol that had fired all the bullets and pulled out the tiger-tooth fighting saber on his body.

At this time, all the audiences around the world saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives!

The heroic Chinese soldiers, respectable Chinese soldiers, make people suspect that they are almost unbeaten Chinese soldiers. I don’t know how many young people fight to imitate them, and how many young girls scream crazy about them. The men, men, pure men... Zhan Xiage actually carried his tiger-tooth fighting sword that had drunk so much blood from the enemy and waving in the air. At first, all the soldiers of the special forces in the world widened their eyes, hoping to learn a dagger assassination technique from this Chinese soldiers who gave them too many surprises, but after looking at them, they became more and more confused. In the end, as many as 200,000 special forces soldiers in the world who were staring at this incident all stretched out their middle fingers and emitted a word with different syllables but similar meanings: "Fuck!"

Look at the war hero singer's tiger teeth fighting sword wielding back and forth, the messy, fierce, splashy, wild, hysterical, and crazy, and the whistling wind. No matter how you look at it, you will involuntarily think of it. If you are anxious, you will take off your shoes and knock it hard on the man's head. With a kitchen knife in your hand, you will dare to fight with the gangster who has committed suicide and fight for a lifelong rural woman!

"Fuck! I'll let you follow us every day and shoot and bomb, and keep dropping soldiers downwards!"

Zhan Xia Ge waved the tiger-tooth fighting sword that represented the dignity and pride of the iron-blooded soldier in his hand. He stood on the cliff, jumping, shouting, yelling and screaming, "Now you are stunned, you are finished, you kicked the iron plate, you are not smashed into meat paste and turned into meat patties, and you will also turn into roasted pigs?! Hahahaha... You turtle son bastards, I fuck your ancestors, the 36th generation ancestors of the ancestors, pulling out the banana wax, you old ladies, you slut against the wall to drink porridge, despicable

Shameless, stingy, dirty, nauseous, and usually only knows how to jump into the grave of a dead person, open the door of a widow, put bombs in the bus, sell drugs, prostitution and gambling, go to a restaurant for dinner, and panting, say you are fat, and say you are gasping, say you are peeing high, you say you are not trying hard! In fact, you are just a group of eunuchs who have long been cousins ​​without needles, and you don’t open your eyes and see clearly. Who am I, brother?! Hahahahahahahaha..."

Those oral experts who were responsible for looking at the mouth shape of the Zhan Xia Ge and performing on-site translation were all dumbfounded. In terms of oral language, they are experts, but they have not lived in China for seven or eight years. How could they truly understand the richness and variety of swear words in Chinese language? How could they make their thinking keep up with the classic trick-shaped national curse that is like the water of the Yellow River flooding?!

Looking at the remains of the helicopter with flaming flames in the canyon, Zhan Xiage's anger that has been chased for more than a month was finally wiped out. At this moment, he was so excited that he could hardly suppress himself.

At this time, Zhan Xia Ge actually made an amazing move again.

He raised the tiger-tooth fighting saber again with his right hand, then he put his left hand on a man's crotch, and then began to twist his body with an almost charming movement like the rising flame.

At this moment, Zhan Xiage's body looked like a trembling snake, constantly twisting out various soft, provocative, and even sexy movements that made people bleeding from the nose. Although our Zhan Xiage looked thin during the hard battle of nearly three months, his face was still covered with black and green camouflage oil, he had already merged into the rhythm of rising flames, and his farts were constantly shaking... Well, that noble buttock was still very emotional.

He had never reached a vital position of his lower abdomen, and he swung back and forth, up and down, left and right, and even more, the girls in front of the TV who had long become loyal fans of Zhan Xia Ge jumped with the pumming.

And the tiger-tooth fighting saber in Zhan Xiage's right hand... let alone...

God knows whether Zhan Xia Ge now imagines it as a must-have prop and virgin killer when picking up girls... Rose! The tiger-tooth fighting saber is in the hands of the master, twisting and spinning with him unwillingly, and drawing circles one after another, big or small circles on top of Zhan Xia Ge's head.

In an information room of the Fifth Special Forces, the old principal Zheng Xun found that he was about to collapse. He reached out to cover his forehead and said in a nearly moaning voice: "Who can tell me what crazy this kid is now?!"

"Um……"

Instructor Li Xiangshang cleared his throat and looked at Zhan Xiage twisting his body back and forth with his eyes closed, his face unconsciously brought out a look that could only be described as "lustful". Instructor Li Xiangshang said uncertainly: "I think Zhan Xiage is dancing now... his own helicopter-style hula dance! If you abandon the erotic eyes and interpret it only in body language, I personally think that his constantly twisting body should represent the wreckage of the burning helicopter, and the tiger-tooth fighting saber in his hand may represent the smashed propeller of the helicopter?!"

Speaking of this, Instructor Li Xiangshang suddenly closed his mouth, because at this time, Zhan Xiage actually sang his own helicopter-style hushang dance while singing his war song with great pride.

For those national-level TV stations that broadcast this thrilling desert special operations 24 hours a day, the program director stared at the lip-like translation expert with a nervous look on his face and shouted: "No matter what, you must present what this Chinese soldier says now to every audience in front of the TV in its original flavor! Ratings and ratings are the most important part of this program!"

The lip translator grabbed the microphone, stared at Zhan Xiage's lips, and said uncertainly: "He seems to be singing a song!"

The program director was almost crazy. He ignored his voice and might be transmitted to all the audience along the radio waves. He slapped the table and shouted: "Don't worry about what he is singing. Even if he is singing a song that scolds our president, you have to translate it for me! If you can't do it, get out of here as soon as possible!"

"Okay, then I'll try it!"

The lip translation expert tried to open his mouth and sang in a low voice: "Oh Lala, oh yeah~~~~!!!"

"puff……!"

The audience in front of the TV blew countless times for a moment. They were not singing. This was purely a ghost cry, a god, and the most powerful moon-long phlegm.

At this time, for the sake of his career and the money in his pocket, those lip-like translation experts continued to faithfully transmit the songs sung by the War Hero to the ears of every audience: "The moon and the stars are coming out to turn the world into hell, oh, the horses are far away, the world is free, the heroes are not afraid of their origins being too low, and their passion is higher than the sky, oh, I came from the mountains and brought orchids, oh, gogogo, tired, oh, oh, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow..."

God knows what kind of play he sings, God knows what kind of emotions he wants to express at this moment, God knows whether he can sing a complete song. Anyway, he closed his eyes there, and completely entered the state of fantasy of myself, which I was intoxicated with self-appreciation, and the tiger-tooth fighting saber in his hand was shaken faster and faster by him in his sigh, and his buttocks were twisting more and more.

In the end, he performed without shyness, such as kicking it, hula dance, break dance, and Spanish bullfighter's bullfighting. Anyway, as long as Zhan Xiage had seen it, he could twist his body and imitate it for a few moments. In the end, Zhan Xiage threw off his shirt and exposed his chest completely to the air. He stood on this cliff and made a move that bodybuilders would use when competing.

Seeing the funny movements of Zhan Xia Ge, it must not be seen in the eyes of the second person, the laughter and smiles of the audience suddenly completely frozen.

In the bright sunshine, they could clearly see the muscles of Zhan Xiage, which were thin but still full of explosive power. What really moved them and made them respect again was the scars on Zhan Xiage's body, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one

These scars include penetration injuries caused by bullets, scratches caused by shrapnel, burns, frostbite, cuts caused by enemy bayonets, and shocks caused by his body falling heavily to the ground when he was dodging bullets...

Some of these scars have been with Zhan Xia Ge for quite some time. Now even the scars have fallen off, leaving only faint red marks. But you really don’t need to look carefully, you can clearly see these scars because... there are too many of them, and faint red marks have formed dense nets on Zhan Xia Ge’s chest and back, so many that you cannot ignore them at all, let alone ignore them.

There were still some scars, and thin bloodshots were still seeping out. Zhan Xia Ge casually blew it, and a faint bright red color appeared on his skin, looking like a bodybuilder who applied oil paint on his body before going on stage to participate in the competition.

When Zhan Xia Ge stood proudly at the peak of the cliff in the wind, using his scarred body to pose an exaggerated look like a bodybuilder, what burst out from his not-so-tonifying muscles was the most powerful primitive power without a trace of impurities!

At this moment, looking at the sound of a frog, holding his breath and deliberately bulging his muscles, and facing the canyon where there is no living person, everyone had the same idea in their hearts: "He looks really, so beautiful!"
Chapter completed!