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"Eh, then play..."

Battle just drank two bowls of wine in a row, which was also drunk. Hearing that someone was going to wrestle, he immediately stood up, walked to the middle of the field, and said, "Who will go first?"

"Dema, you proposed, you play with Battle..."

"Tymuer, why don't you go?"

"I can't fall, of course I won't..."

Battle stopped in the middle of the field, and none of the Mongolian men around him dared to go up. Zhuang Rui was a little stunned. He grabbed Peng Fei and asked, "Is Brother Battle very good at wrestling?"

You know, Mongolian men have always been tough by nature. Even if they lose, they will not be shrank turtles. Now this kind of scene can only be said that Battle is afraid of them.

"Of course, if he hadn't been a soldier, I'm afraid it would have been possible to participate in the Olympic Games. He taught me how to wrestle..."

Peng Fei nodded. In terms of wrestling, he is not as good as Battle, but in terms of killing skills, Battle is far worse than him.

When Batel saw that no one came up, he waved to Peng Fei and said, "Feizi, come on, let them see my brother's ability..."

"Akay, I'm afraid you won't make it, old man, don't overturn the boat in the gutter?"

On this occasion, Peng Fei felt as if he had returned to the army camp. A group of brothers gathered together to fight. At present, he was also very excited. He pulled off his coat, took off his watch and other things and put them in front of him, and jumped into the middle of the field.

"Be careful, don't fall. You can't get up tomorrow, hi!"

Battle shouted in a low voice, grabbed Peng Fei's right hand first, and inserted into Peng Fei's foot secretly under his feet, waiting to grab Peng Fei and throw him out with up and down.

However, although Peng Fei was not as strong as Battle, his body was much more flexible. When he took the next left step and dodged Battle's hand, he came to the side of Battle.

before Bartel turned side, Peng Fei lowered his head and bent over, hugged Bartel's waist, and shouted fiercely. His arms were hard to hold Bartel, who was 100 pounds, up.

"Good!"

"Fall down..."

"Haha, Brother Battle also has opponents..."

"Peng Fei, good job, throw one!"

The onlookers seemed to have suffered from Battle. Seeing that Peng Fei had the upper hand, they shouted one by one for fear that the world would not be chaotic. What's more, they had rushed forward to cheer Peng Fei loudly.

Zhuang Rui is also infected by this kind of movement that combines men's strength and skills. Coupled with the surge of wine, he also got up and shouted loudly, and his face was full of excitement. If this is seen by some domestic insiders, I don't know if he can still recognize Taishan Beidou in this jade circle.

The adults who were able to fall when he was a teenager did not hide. Naturally, he was not in vain. Although his feet were off the ground at this moment, he did not panic at all, but leaned forward. He lay on Peng Fei's back and hugged Peng Fei's waist with his arms.

At this time, Peng Fei was moving forward hard. He was hugged coldly. Before he could react, he only felt a strong force coming, and his whole body flew forward with his face up.

The trick used by Battle was called holding his waist over his back, but after throwing Peng Fei out, his back also fell to the ground. Of course, compared with him, Peng Fei was a little more miserable, and he was directly knocked unconscious by this time.

"Good job, come again..."

"Haha, Brother Battle also fell to the ground..."

"Brother Peng has real skills. He can fall like Battle, awesome..."

Although Peng Fei fell behind this time, in the opinion of these wrestlers on the court, Peng Fei has forced Battle to do his best. Even if they end the game, they may not be able to fall past Peng Fei.

Peng Fei turned up from the ground with a carp. After moving into one, he said angrily, "No, no, no, old man, you still rely on your strength, otherwise you can't fall out..."

"Hey hey, you can't talk about skills..."

Battle didn't say anything big. For Mongolians, wrestling is like riding a horse. Playing from wearing open crotch trousers has become an instinctive physical reaction. If he hadn't underestimated the enemy at the beginning, he would not have been hugged by Peng Fei.

Bartel patted his chest and said with a smile, "If you're not convinced, let's come again. I've been home for so long, and I'm really not comfortable..."

Peng Fei curled his lips when he heard the words and said, "Isn't it just by strength? Why don't we practice free combat? I'm sure you can't find the north..."

"This is Mongolia. It's not when we were in the army. I have the final say in the rules..."

In the past, although Batel was an equestrian and wrestling instructor, he was also a student in other events. He would be beaten by Peng Fei, but the friendship of the army was fought, and no one would take revenge seriously.

"Compeed with strength?"

Peng Fei suddenly thought of something, peeked at Zhuang Rui, and immediately smiled, "Laoba, don't look at your strength, if you compare it with my brother Zhuang, it's far worse..."

"Brother Zhuang? Is he strong?"

Battle was stunned when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Zhuang Rui, shook his head and said, "No, Brother Zhuang doesn't seem to have practiced it. Look at his figure, he has no muscles at all..."

At this time, the grassland is in summer. Zhuang Rui just drank happily and took off his coat. Now he only wears a tight stretch vest. Although he also has a little muscle, compared with these Mongolian men, his skin is almost as delicate as that of a woman.

"Lao Ba, you can't be good-looking. You forgot that our old captain is only a little more than 1.6 meters, thin and weak, but there is no problem to hit both of you..."

Peng Fei is talking about the highest officer of their unit. Although he is called the captain, he has the rank of major general.

In the kind of army that is full of proud soldiers and strong generals, it is invincible without two-handed unique skills, and the old captain in Peng Fei's mouth is the soldier who conquered him with fists and feet. If he is not convinced, he will fight first until he is convinced.

"Really?"

Hearing Peng Fei mention this matter, Battle looked at Zhuang Rui suspiciously. He was taught a lesson by the old captain.

"Really, if you compare strength, Brother Zhuang can give you two hands..."

Peng Fei nodded solemnly. He knew Zhuang Rui's strength well. Just like the golden anchor weighing hundreds of pounds, Zhuang Rui could pick it up with one hand, and he could have the upper hand to compete with King Kong.

In fact, Peng Fei was also puzzled. He asked Zhuang Rui several times if he had taken some fairy grass magic medicine when he was in trouble on the pirate island. Otherwise, how could he have so much strength?

"Battle, what are you talking about? Come here for a drink..."

The onlookers saw Battle and Peng Fei chatting in the middle of the venue and greeted them back. There are also Mongolian girls performing song and dance programs below. These two old men are standing there, and it is not easy for others to perform, right?

"My brother said that Brother Zhuang is more powerful than him. Shall we ask Brother Zhuang to practice..."

Battle was straightforward. He immediately said Peng Fei's words in public, but as soon as his words fell, the court suddenly became silent.

Although Peng Fei is not very tall, the acist can see at a glance that he is a practitioner, but Zhuang Rui is a little puzzled. He is taller than Peng Fei, but the muscles on his body are too well-proportioned and do not seem to have kung fu.

"Grandma, this bastard, make trouble for me again..."

Zhuang Rui scolded Peng Fei in his heart angrily. Just as he was about to refuse, a Mongolian man sitting not far from him stood up and said, "Brother Zhuang, why don't we go down and practice to cheer everyone?"

When Zhuang Rui heard the words, he looked up at the buddy and suddenly his heart jumped. Why does this guy look so much like Battle? It's not the Battle on the court, but the one who used to play basketball in the national team. This head is estimated to be almost 2 meters. He is wrestling with himself without such bullying!

"Tamour, my brother can't wrestle, but he is strong. You'd better compare your strength with him. No... It's better to change someone..."

Battle came over and said what Peng Fei had just said, but he looked at Timur, who was obviously bigger than Zhuang Rui, and shook his head to find a relatively "thin" opponent for Zhuang Rui.

"Compeed with strength?"

Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard the words, "This is a buddy's strength." Then he stood up and said, "It's okay. I'll try my strength with Brother Timur..."

"Brother Zhuang, can you do it? Timur's strength is a little smaller than mine..."

Battle looked at Zhuang Rui's little arm with a little doubt. It's almost as thin as a firewood stick. It's not good not to be hurt by Timur later. Others are always guests.

"Ha ha, don't be afraid, Brother Battle, I've been strong since I was a child, and I haven't met anyone stronger than me..."

Zhuang Rui drank at least one catty of wine just now. Although this old wine was not very intoxicating at that time, the aftertance was really good. Zhuang Rui's speech was also a little big-tongued, and he forgot how to write the word "humble".

"Okay, move a table..."

If Battle stops the match at this time, he will look down on Zhuang Rui. At the moment, he asked someone to move a table and put it in the middle of the venue, secretly touched Timur, and whispered, "Be gentle later. If you have the courage to compare with us, you will be a good man..."

"Brother Battle, I know, can't I use only one-third of my strength for a while?"

Timur looked at her arm, which was almost thicker than Zhuang Rui's thighs. She couldn't help thinking about it. Is it enough to use only a quarter of her strength?

: I'm going to Guangzhou tomorrow. I'll save the manuscript today. There's only one chapter. Please forgive me, guys. RO