Hu Li quickly replied, "The result has come out. It was hired by Hatoyama of Rishankou Group."
Dragon commander eyes narrowed two strands of cold murderous look send out sink a way "dog day small day! Order the Oriental Excalibur to dispatch the Yamaguchi group to our intelligence team to get rid of it! Kill Hatoyama Lie for me! Fuck! Yamaguchi group! I want you to know that Excalibur is angry! "
Chapter II Crossing to the Qing Dynasty
Zhang Yi seems to have had a long nightmare, dreaming that he was besieged by many enemies and was under great pressure. He felt that he would collapse at any time. It was hard for Zhang Yi to open his eyes and shine in the sun from the outside. He looked up and found himself in a military tent, but is this Africa? How can there be such a primitive army tent?
Zhang Yi has knocked on his body, and he is wearing a suit of Chinese clothes. Which dynasty is this? Why is it so untidy? What about my wounds? I remember that I was hit by a killer at least six or seven times at the top of the mountain, and the last shot hit my spine. Why didn’t I feel any discomfort all over?
Just when Zhang Yi wondered, a QinBing came in and laughed. "Boss Zhang, are you awake? Wake up after drinking hot soup. After a hangover, your stomach will feel very uncomfortable. "
Zhang Yi was admitted to QinBing, and he was surprised to see that QinBing was dressed as a Qing soldier with a broadsword in his waist. Did he get saved by filming?
Zhang Yi asked, "Are you sure you are talking to me? What did you call me? "
The Qing soldier replied with a puzzled look, "Zhang Boss, of course I talked to you. I called you Zhang Boss. Haven’t you been sober yet?"
Zhang Yi shook his head and asked, "Which crew are you? Where am I? "
The Qing soldiers were confused and touched their heads and replied, "Boss, what is a crew? This is North Korea. In the Qing soldiers’ camp, the day before yesterday, you were just promoted to sentry duty by adults because of your bravery. Yesterday, the brothers celebrated that you accidentally drank too much and slept for a whole day and a night."
Zhang Yi was surprised and opened his mouth wide. How did this happen? You just crossed it yourself? I’m a staunch theist. Can this happen in party member?
After a while, Zhang Yi recovered and said, "What’s your name?"
The soldiers replied, "Boss, you look really drunk. I was introduced yesterday. My name is Li Biao. You should rely more on the boss and take more photos."
Zhang Yi muttered to himself, "This place in the Qing Dynasty is still the camp of the Korean Qing army. Is this the Sino-Japanese War?" Thinking of this, Zhang Yi’s face turned nasty and asked, "What day is Li Biao this year?"
Li Biao replied, "Boss, this is the 20th day of the 20th year of Guangxu."
Just then, Zhang Yi suddenly felt his head swell violently, as if something was drilling in and his head ached. "Ah!" Zhang Yi screamed and fainted with pain.
Li Biao was shocked to see that Zhang Yi fainted, and he was so scared that he quickly called "Somebody, somebody, something happened to the boss, and the boss fainted!"
Cried the outside break in seven QinBing everyone went to Zhang Yi carried to the bed.
After noon, Zhang Yi woke up and turned around, but at this time, his brain had an extra memory. Zhang Yi, a native of Baoding, Zhili, joined the army six months ago at the age of 19. The day before yesterday, he was promoted to a sentry officer to be in charge of 72 people.
Zhang Yi suddenly had a feeling of crying and laughing that he was still alive and changed his identity into a 19-year-old recruit’s egg, crying that he had crossed into yat sen villa and was still alive. The Korean horse was about to wage a Sino-Japanese war. Can he survive in this losing war?
Several QinBing around saw Zhang Yi wake up and quickly gathered around to greet Zhang Yi and said, "Well, don’t worry about me. The main reason is that I’m drunk too much and I feel uncomfortable now."
Several Qinbing surrounded Zhang Yi and said, "Boss, you must be careful. We are in the battlefield and ready to fight at any time. The ghosts in the opposite direction are terrible. Even if we can’t beat others, we can’t escape. We don’t have the strength, do we? You are now a military celebrity. You rose to fame in World War I the day before yesterday, but you killed six ghosts in succession. That marksmanship is really useless. Sometimes you have to teach us. "
Zhang Yi looked at the eager faces of these Qinbing and felt a surge of heat flow in his heart. "This is a group of brave men. Although I have crossed here, can’t I return a Lang Lang Gan Kun to China with one thing?"
Thinking of this, Zhang Yi suddenly said, "It’s certainly a good thing that you want to learn, and you are afraid that you will not suffer. You are a group of soft eggs."
Several QinBing listened to my heart and immediately suppressed an internal heat. One QinBing said, "Boss, we are also open men. We are all men with handles! What’s the pain that we can’t eat? What kind of soldiers should we be? If you are willing to teach us, we can learn well! "
After listening to this, Zhang Yi cheered up and said, "What’s your name?"
The QinBing said, "The generic name is Yi Li from."
Zhang Yi nodded and said, "Well, since you want to learn, I will never hide anything, and I will call you a unique skill to make the sentry immediately call the roll."
Several Qinbing replied, "Yes, sir!"
A few people turned to go out.
After about half an hour, a whistle team finally closed. Zhang Yi looked at it and almost got a crooked nose. This group of soldiers of fortune sat, squatted and leaned together. Where is this military camp? Zhang Yi looked at this group of lazy Qing soldiers and sighed in his heart. "No wonder we lost so badly in the Sino-Japanese War, regardless of weapons and equipment, military literacy, and military discipline. The army didn’t have any dignity at all." It is strange not to lose! "
Zhang yi drink a way "you all give me! A bit like a soldier? "
Zhang Yi stopped drinking and the lazy team gradually formed a quiet playground.
Zhang Yi went on to say, "Just now, some of your brothers told me that they wanted to learn gun law with me, and I promised, and I am willing to give you this thing. Now that we are in the battlefield, we are real brothers of life and death. No one can face thousands of guns at any moment. We can give our lives to our brothers around us. If our brothers are strong, I can better save my lives and win the first world war. But look at you. Are you a bit like a soldier? You are simply a group of fleeing farmers! How can you save your life and make me feel at ease? Give you my back! I, Zhang Yi, don’t want trash, brother. If I can be good at fighting, I will be brave and brave, brother! Today, I announced here that I want more than 30 people. For me, there is no place to be a burden. I want to be a good soldier, not a brave man! From today on, I will give you a special training period of three months. After three months, you will be able to survive. You must be a good soldier. Everyone can be eliminated by one enemy and ten heroes. I will send him back to his hometown or that sentence, I want to be a good soldier! "
Most of these Qing soldiers are veterans, and the barracks have already become soldiers’ oil. I didn’t listen very carefully to Zhang Yi’s words, and a few of them were still young and chatting and laughing.
Zhang Yi’s eyes suddenly narrowed. He looked at a piece of green slate lying across the side, about four or five centimeters thick. Suddenly he had an idea. When he sneered, he shouted, "I know that I am young, and many of you will not let you open your eyes today!"
When he picked up the piece of bluestone that was half a foot wide and two feet long, he also studied the hexagrams, palm, xingyi quan, iron sand palm and other kung fu in his previous life, which was like a foreign minor course. It was a piece of cake for him. Zhang Yi also loved martial arts since childhood, although he was far less than Zhang Yi’s previous life, but he was also called a master. I believe it is still possible to break a piece of bluestone.
Zhang Yi chopped the bluestone cross arm, right knee and right palm into a knife, and everyone’s eyes have been attracted by Zhang Yi, and they have been close to the crowd.
The third chapter into Nie Shicheng
They gathered around and heard "click" a green slate, and the soldiers around them hissed and took a breath of air conditioning. This is a bluestone more than two inches thick, which was split off by his palm. Is this palm iron? There is a person in the crowd exclaimed "iron sand palm! Good iron sand palm kung fu! "
Zhang Yi followed the sound and looked at a young soldier boy in the crowd. Zhang Yi nodded at the boy and asked, "What’s your name?"
The young man replied, "The name of the sentry is Tan Feng."

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