"Hahaha, everyone is comrade-in-arms, this is just daily training, why fight and kill, it's so hurtful." Xiao Jing smiled and thought about how to get out of this encirclement.
Mo Luo took off his military cap, and then took off his coat, revealing his muscular muscles. The corners of his mouth were raised high, with a naughty smile on his face, and he said, "You can take it as just a normal exchange of ideas. Don't worry, I won't Those who kill you will lie in bed for a few months at most."
"Captain Mo, I can play for him." Lin Qi struggled to get up from the ground, but before he could move, he was suppressed by the opponent again.
Mo Luo snorted coldly, "These captives are really noisy, buzzing like flies, I have a headache, please seal my mouth, so as not to disturb the fair contest between me and him."
"Captain Mo, I think it's necessary for us to sit down and talk slowly. Maybe you'll feel that peace is the most important thing." Xiao Jing pointed to the grass beside her, opened her mouth and smiled, revealing a mouthful of understanding tooth.
"We are all rough guys. We pay attention to what those vain people do. Men have to use their fists to talk." After saying that, Mo Luo rushed to Xiao Jing with lightning speed, and the next moment, he waved his fist, The flood that came like a broken embankment wanted to submerge the little figure in front of him instantly.
Xiao Jing narrowed her head to avoid the sudden punch, moved lightly and nimbly to the right, and smiled wryly, "Captain Mo, I haven't finished speaking yet, listen to me first."
"You can talk, it will decide whether you listen or not."
Xiao Jing looked at his raised fist dumbfounded, that big fist like a sandbag would definitely spit out two mouthfuls of blood on the spot.
Mo Luo didn't stop for a moment, and continued to attack. Compared with the previous moment, he was more aggressive, quicker and more brutal, wishing to smash the opponent's bones with one fist.
Xiao Jing took a staggered step and nearly fell to the ground, only dodging Mo Luo's fist-thumping attack in a bit of a panic.
Mu Xichi crawled on the ground a few times, but the impact of the anesthesia injection paralyzed his entire right half of his body, let alone participating in the battle, it was very difficult for him to stand up.
"Boom." Mo Luo threw Xiao Jing up high, and kicked him in the lower back with a volley.
Xiao Jing was hit heavily on the ground and rolled several times, covered her mouth and coughed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Fuck you, don't play so hard." Xiao Jing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and frowned.
Lin Qi twisted his body violently, his mouth was sealed, he could only be anxious.
Mo Luo hooked his fingers at the panting figure on the ground, and said with a sarcasm, "The Iron Eagles are not as powerful as the legends say, they don't even have the power to fight back. I really think highly of you soldiers who are overwhelmed." egg."
"Captain Mo's words are really wrong again. The Iron Eagles are of course different from the Battle Wings. At least our captain will not bully a soldier like this." Xiao Jing stood up tremblingly, looking a little embarrassed on her disheveled body.
Mo Luo's face sank, "I'm just giving you a chance. If you beat me, I'll retreat immediately and report today's violation to my superiors. If you lose—"
"It's not a fair competition, so what if I lose?" Xiao Jing asked back.
Mo Luo snorted, "Okay, if you lose, you lose, and we will continue to play this game."
Xiao Jing clenched her fists tightly, and the suddenly quiet air heard the sound of finger bones clenching lightly. She panted, and still remembered what her mother said before leaving:
Although I think that you stand upright, I only hope that you will do what you can.
Mo Luo smiled triumphantly, and just stood there waiting for the opponent's attack. Obviously, with his rank, the little soldier in front of him was just here to give away his head.
Xiao Jing's strength and boxing style are naturally not as fast and accurate as Mo Luo's. The only way she can think of is to use strength to overcome strength with softness.
Mo Luo grabbed Xiao Jing's small fist and smiled coldly, "I gave you a chance."
Xiao Jing raised her other hand and hit Mo Luo's chest with her fist. The moment it touched his muscles, almost the whole arm was shaken.
Mo Luo patted his heart indifferently, and said with a smile, "Is it just this little strength?"
Xiao Jing retreated hastily, but before she could escape the danger, Mo Luo had already grabbed her arm, and then pulled and swung her.
"Boom!" Xiao Jing took several steps back, as if a fire was burning in her chest, she felt that even her breathing began to scald, very painful.