Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

The battle began in an instant...

Old Han made the first move.

He didn't use his fists.

Instead, he simply reached out his hand.

He grabbed Zhou Zhenhai's shoulder.

Those hands were like two iron clamps.

And fast.

And ruthless.

Zhou Zhenhai did not dodge.

Or perhaps they're just too lazy to hide.

He let Lao Han grab his shoulders.

But at the moment of being caught—

His hand also gripped Lao Han's wrist.

Two hands, like four iron clamps.

They were entangled together, locked in a stalemate.

Old Han wanted to bring him over.

Zhou Zhenhai wanted to push him out.

The muscles are tense.

The bones cracked.

The gravel was sliding underfoot.

"Splash—splash—"

Zhou Zhenhai's foot slipped on the gravel.

But he quickly regained his composure.

Like a nail, it's stuck to the ground.

Old Han frowned slightly.

He found that he couldn't pull Zhou Zhenhai up.

This navy kid.

My feet felt like they were rooted to the ground.

Nailed to the ground.

Not moving at all.

"You have some strength."

Old Han grinned:

"It's more exciting than I expected."

Zhou Zhenhai remained silent.

He just gritted his teeth.

Hard.

Apply more force.

Veins bulged on his forehead.

Sweat trickled down his temples.

Old Han's brows furrowed even more deeply.

He realized he had underestimated the navy.

He took a deep breath.

A sudden burst of power.

They wanted to use their height advantage to lift Zhou Zhenhai up.

That power was astonishing.

Zhou Zhenhai's body was pulled half an inch off the ground.

Feet left the rubble.

But Zhou Zhenhai didn't panic.

At that very moment—

He moved.

It's not a struggle.

It's about leveraging external resources.

He followed Lao Han's pull.

It suddenly lunged forward.

Like a cannonball fired from a gun.

At the same time, lift your knees—

It was thrust towards Lao Han's abdomen.

"Bang--!!!"

The knee hit me squarely.

The sound was like the beating of drums.

Like a hammer hitting a sandbag.

Old Han grunted.

The hand loosened.

He took a step back.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Clutching her stomach.

Bend down.

She raised her head and looked at Zhou Zhenhai.

Those eyes no longer held a sneer.

Yes--

serious.

Yes--

The excitement of encountering an opponent.

"Navy kid."

He spoke.

hoarse voice:

"What's your name?"

Zhou Zhenhai stood in front of him.

He was panting heavily.

His chest heaved violently.

But he did not back down.

They didn't retreat an inch.

"Zhou Zhenhai".

Old Han nodded:

"Zhou Zhenhai... I'll remember that."

He straightened up.

I stretched my shoulders.

The bones were making a "crackling" sound.

The sound was like a rusty machine starting up again.

"Come on," he said, "again."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Han threw a punch at him.

That punch carried the sound of wind.

And fast.

It's heavy.

It's so heavy it feels like it could crush a rock.

Zhou Zhenhai dodged to the side.

A fist grazed his chest.

The clothes were all blown about.

At the same time, he kicked Lao Han in the shin.

"Bang--!"

It hit the target.

Old Han was kicked in the shin.

His body swayed.

But he did not fall.

He threw a backhand punch at Zhou Zhenhai's face.

That punch carried the sound of wind.

If it hits you, your face will swell up.

Zhou Zhenhai ducked to avoid it.

A fist grazed his scalp.

Their hair was all blown around.

But just as Zhou Zhenhai dodged the punch...

Old Han's other hand had already grabbed his collar.

With a forceful pull—

Zhou Zhenhai was lifted up.

Both feet off the ground.

Suspended in mid-air.

Old Han lifted him into the air.

Look at him.

Like watching prey that has been caught.

"Navy kid."

he asks:

"Are you convinced?"

Zhou Zhenhai's face turned bright red.

The veins on his neck were bulging.

Breathing has become difficult.

But he was smiling.

His smile was ugly.

His smile was ferocious.

"Clothes?"

He gritted his teeth.

Word by word:

"This word does not exist in Lao Tzu's dictionary."

Zhou Zhenhai suddenly exerted force in his waist.

Like a leaping carp, it broke free from Lao Han's restraints.

As he broke free of his restraints, his hand had already grabbed Old Han's belt.

Pull hard.

That power was astonishing.

Old Han lost his balance.

He fell to the side.

Using this force, Zhou Zhenhai flipped over and straddled him.

The two of them fell to the ground together.

"Bang--!!!"

Dust flew everywhere.

Pebbles flew everywhere.

They wrestled together.

roll.

Entanglement.

The dull thud of a fist hitting flesh.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Heavy breathing.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

The pebbles underfoot were kicked and sent flying everywhere.

"Splash—splash—"

Zhou Zhenhai punched Lao Han in the face.

Old Han's head suddenly tilted to one side.

But he didn't stop.

He threw a backhand punch, striking Zhou Zhenhai in the ribs.

Zhou Zhenhai grunted.

But he did not let go.

He pinned Old Han down tightly.

Don't let him turn things around.

Old Han struggled down below.

Like a wild boar that has been pinned down.

Use all your strength.

I want to turn it over.

The two rolled on the ground.

You're pressing down on me.

I'm pressing down on you.

No one can get away easily.

No one should think they can win easily.

The situation reached a stalemate, and Old Han suddenly smiled:

"Navy kid..."

He spoke each word clearly:

"You fucking...you're really good at fighting."

Zhou Zhenhai was lying on the ground.

He laughed too:

"You're not bad either..."

"The sniper... can still fight..."

Old Han was panting:

"nonsense……"

"Before I joined the army, I was a boxer..."