Age of Conquest Reborn

On the streets of Manila at night, countless such street fights occur every day. The local police are not surprised, especially when American soldiers are involved. The policemen hide as far away as possible. Anyway, these Americans have never

No one suffers at all, as long as a few lives are not lost, it's no big deal.. Soak*()

The same is true today. Originally, as Tang Qiuli, he would not disdain to engage in such street gang-like fights with these American soldiers who were drunk by alcohol and drugs, and lowered his status. However, things turned out

, it was no longer what he thought. The American soldiers did not give up. Beating people, smashing stores, and robbing Mei Xue were their only purposes.

Tang Qiuli held a heavy army and had two generations of experience, but deep down, he still had the heart of a young man. The actions of the American soldiers had already angered him. The special guards had long been waiting for the division commander and battalion captain.

They gave the order to take action and immediately joined the battle group. They ignored the twenty-odd American soldiers who rushed towards Shan Hu and the division commander, and went directly to deal with the American soldiers who rushed towards Mei Xue.

They were all masters of fighting the Japanese with real swords and guns. There were not 180 lives of Japanese soldiers in that man's hands. With a quick glance, he could see that these American soldiers did not carry guns. In terms of boxing and kicking skills,

, the captain alone is enough to deal with them, not to mention, there is a division commander who is not inferior to the captain in boxing and kicking skills.

Secretary Mei is the one who really needs to be protected. The US soldiers are tall and powerful. There are also many good boxers among them, but they are all practiced in the boxing ring. The fists are touching the flesh, and the feet and feet are bleeding.

, in front of the special guards who are trying to kill people. This kind of three-legged cat kung fu with fancy fists and embroidered legs is simply not enough.

Therefore, Mei Xue was the first to resolve the battle. A dozen American soldiers were lying on the ground dying, especially the four or five American soldiers closest to Mei Xue. They were breathing more air than taking in air.

Rolling your eyes, it’s not going to work anymore. This is also the security principle that the special forces have always followed. They are the first to eliminate the factors that pose the greatest threat to the defense target. Therefore, the American soldiers who are at the forefront and are the most active are the hardest hit.

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Tang Qiuli's side was slower to resolve the battle. The two of them dealt with more than twenty people, with fists and kicks flying. The mountain tiger was like a heavy tank, charging through the crowd of American soldiers.

Don't look at the American soldiers who are all waving iron pipes and belts in their hands. Shan Hu is not empty-handed either. He has a huge table next to him. {./Book friend uploads updates}

The American soldier flew out sideways.

Tang Qiuli's blood boiled all over. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had personally participated in a hand-to-hand fight. He could also see that Shan Hu took most of the attacks and blocked himself in order to prevent him from taking action.

Behind him, even like this, the chair in Tang Qiuli's hand knocked down four or five American soldiers.

In a matter of ten minutes, a neat and clean small shop was already in a mess, as if a typhoon had swept across it. More than thirty American soldiers, covered in blood, could not even roll around and could only lie on the ground.

The ground was groaning weakly and painfully. Tang Qiuli was very cruel. The bones of these American soldiers were broken in at least several places and they completely lost their ability to move.

A few unlucky American soldiers had countless small sawdust stuck on their faces and bodies, which were the result of broken tables or chairs on their bodies. Chai Wengsong shivered like chaff, "Oh my God! This is

Are these Chinese people like the God of War descending to earth? In his opinion, more than thirty American soldiers, who were almost like giants, were lying on the ground in ten minutes. There was not even a trace of blood on these few Chinese people.

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"Especially the seemingly gentle and elegant Chinese, but he was so ruthless. I saw with my own eyes that an American soldier was hit on the head directly by a chair. His head and face were covered with blood, and he fell to the ground like a heavy bag.

If they deal with themselves like this, even if their small bodies are not broken into pieces all at once, the Chinese who looks like a black iron tower will almost kill half of their lives with this kick, while no one is paying attention.

Hurry up and run away!"

Chai Wengsong trembled and crawled out little by little. When he reached the door, he started to run away. Suddenly he felt his scalp tightening and a sharp pain. Then, his thin and withered body was thrown back like a torn sack.

Tang Qiuli stepped forward and kicked Chai Wengsong upside down, then stepped on his back with another kick.

To be honest, Tang Qiuli felt as if he were stepping on a washboard. He stretched out his hand, took out two bottles of beer that had not been broken yet, threw one to Shanhu, and bit it off.

The bottle cap gestured towards Shanhu, raised his neck and took a few big sips, shouting repeatedly: "It's so happy, so damn happy! Zhongnan defeated the Japanese pirates, Luzon beat the US military, it is really a great pleasure in life!"

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It was at this moment that the bloody nature of the Guandong man in Tang Qiuli's bones was fully revealed. The special guards were stunned. They had followed the commander for several years, and they could be said to have been together day and night. They had never seen the commander behave like this, so wild and unrestrained.

And he is so heroic and completely different from what he is used to, which makes people's blood boil.

Mei Xue was dumbfounded. From the moment she became this man's pillow, her husband had been thoughtful and like a Confucian general. Everything was within his expectations. If he hadn't seen her by chance, he would have been immersed in it.

Recalling the pain and gaffe in the past, Mei Xue thought that her husband would never be impulsive or passionate in this life.

But Tang Qiuli's performance today, drinking heavily and shouting out a few words, made Mei Xue dazzled. She found a completely different husband that she didn't know. There were so many things about this man that she didn't care about.

Based on what she knows, if Mei Xue was given a choice, she would choose the current Tang Qiuli instead of the somewhat unreal husband who gave her support and peace of mind.

When Youyou woke up, Lao Songtou, whose head was held by Mei Xue, was stunned, as if he still couldn't believe the facts in front of him. More than thirty vicious-looking American soldiers were lying on the ground like this, and these few came from

The young people in my hometown were still drinking alcohol leisurely as if nothing had happened. If they didn't run away quickly, the American military police would arrive after a while, but they would shoot and kill people!

After finishing a bottle of beer, Tang Qiuli said to Shan Hu: "Huzi, even if you get nothing from this visit to Manila, today's fist fight will be enough to remember for several years!" Shan Hu muttered,

"As long as you go back and you can ensure that I won't be criticized by those big guys, I will fight with you every day until you fight enough."

Old Songtou saw that Tang Qiuli and the others had no intention of leaving at all. He was so anxious that he could not stay in the land of right and wrong for a long time. He was still young and had even forgotten the ancient teachings of his ancestors. He hurriedly stood up and moved the hair on his head.

He groaned in pain, and Mei Xue hurriedly said: "Old man, don't move, the wound on your head is still bleeding."

Old Songtou looked at Mei Xue's pretty face and said eagerly: "Girl, leave here with your friends quickly. After a while, the American military police will come, which will be even more troublesome. These American soldiers dare not shoot easily, but the United States

The military police are performing official duties when they kill people. Although you guys are good at martial arts, you can't withstand bullets, so leave quickly!"

Tang Qiuli heard this and kicked Cha Wengsong into the corner. He turned to Lao Songtou and said, "Old man, don't worry. I'm waiting for the American military police to come. This matter must have a result. Besides, we

If we leave, wouldn't that hurt you? Don't worry, old man, we have our own solution."

Old Songtou wanted to give some more advice. Outside the store, there was a harsh sound of brakes, the dull sound of military leather boots on the ground, and the sound of pulling the gun bolt and shouting at the onlookers, all mixed into one.

There is a tense atmosphere.

More than forty U.S. military policemen, armed with guns and ammunition, wearing steel helmets with white background and red stripes, and wearing armbands with the word "pm" in black letters on a white background on their left arms, broke into the store as if they were facing a formidable enemy, without saying a word.

First, he pointed the carbine in his hand at Tang Qiuli and others, with the attitude of shooting them randomly if they disagreed.

A U.S. Army major, with a gloomy face and light blue eyes, first glanced at the U.S. soldiers lying on the ground covered in blood, and then stared at Tang Qiuli with falcon-like eyes. This U.S. military major, long

He is not flattering at all, with a slender horse face and a pointed eagle-hook nose. In the words of ancient Chinese physiognomy, he has a "sinister personality, ruthless nature, and the type of person who bites without showing his teeth."

After seeing Mei Xue, the US Army Major knew what happened without even asking. He knew the virtues of his idle compatriots very well. The Major had to deal with this kind of thing many times every day.

Because the girl was pretty and wanted to have fun in the military camp for a few days, a few Chinese people would definitely not agree, so they started fighting.

However, what makes him wonder is that more than thirty people were fighting against eleven people, including a weak girl. How could they be beaten like a bear, especially that Sergeant Amos?

, is the boxing champion in their group. At this moment, this restless and trouble-making guy probably only has half his life left.

In the Philippines, especially in Manila, I have only seen and heard of American soldiers beating people and robbing girls. I have never seen anyone being beaten by others, especially by the Chinese, and they were beaten so badly. The thing itself

Unusually, this U.S. Army major is not a reckless or impulsive person, on the contrary, he is a scheming guy.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to get the position of major in the military police. Especially when Tang Qiuli and the others were under the gunfire in the dark, they looked calm and composed, which made him even more thoughtful. He said: "I am an American.

Major Judge Johnson of the Army Gendarmerie in Manila, can you guys tell us what happened? Also, you must go to the Gendarmerie to assist in the investigation. The beating of an American citizen is a very serious incident."

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