Super Special Forces King

Two people were resolved in the two rounds. They were beaten and couldn't stand up. There was no need to play in the third round, but the opponent was angry and jumped up. He even took a knife and fork in his hand.

Zhang Feng was angry. The other party did not abide by the rules and said that he could not take weapons.

Hong An retreats steadily, and our people are also angry, but they are helpless.

"Hong An, go on!" Zhang Feng shouted.

Then I threw something over, which turned out to be a deer hind leg bone over a meter long in the cauldron.

Hong An held this tube bone in his hand, and was no longer afraid of this devil, and smashed his head with the bone. The opponent had no power to parry, his head was broken, and his combat effectiveness was lost. It is estimated that he could not even participate in the assessment. Up.

Their people were dissatisfied and wanted to come up in groups, and our people also pressed on.

Hong An held the bone and pointed at the other party angrily: "Come on, come on..."

Zhang Feng is very familiar with this posture. There was no shortage of this aspect when fighting on the street. In the middle of the fight, he did not know that Zhang Feng pulled out a fruit knife from there, pointed at the person on the opposite side and shouted: "Come on, Come on, whoever will come and I will stab who..."

Like a madman.

Yes, he is a lunatic, and he has never suffered from a fight, although he fights alone almost every time, facing several dozen people.

At this moment, the other party didn't dare anymore. They knew they were wrong first. Someone yelled and they stepped back, put down everything and left.

"Haha...little devil..." I don't know who said that.

It's really relieved.

"Remember, when I am not training, I am not your instructor. I can be a student or come here to play. Only when I am training I will be your instructor!" Zhang Feng also said this .

"Yes!" everyone shouted habitually.

Zhang Feng was integrated into this group of recruits in one sentence, although the shortest soldier among them was five years old.

"Go, get some food!"

Just now Zhang Feng noticed that the Japanese people didn't get the deer. Why did they go to the kitchen to ask for these things?

"Hong An, they also have deer?" Zhang Feng asked.

"No, it's some of the water that the veteran students lost!" Hong An said.

"Oh, interesting!"

Zhang Feng had to admire them at this point. It stands to reason that they should have a lot of arrogance. Should they also eat those things?

Haha, leave them alone.

"I was wrong just now. Have you practiced?" Zhang Feng asked Hong An.

Hong An said: "My hometown is near Songshan. I was a lay disciple before I was fifteen years old. I learned something from masters!"

These words are modest, and what Zhang Feng admires is very powerful.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel that although the taste of Shaolin Temple has changed now, there are still talents.

How many such talents can there be? Only a handful.

sorrow!

"Go and eat meat!" Zhang Feng smiled.

At this moment, everyone found that this stern and terrifying instructor was approachable, just like the big brother next door.

In fact, Zhang Feng is not much older than them, some people are older than Zhang Feng!

Hong An also didn't take all the things in the kitchen, and when he asked for what he needed, he put it down, and other people needed to use it, and he asked people to clean up the kitchen.

Fill the big pot with meat and boil it over high heat. While cooking, Zhang Feng sat there and used the charcoal fire to arrange the ribs. This is the best meat. Take it slowly.

Zhang Feng still enjoys this superb food in the snow, and Chen Wanru has been silent by Zhang Feng's side.

The deer that other students brought up were also cooked there, and they stopped eating raw.

They have been here for more than half a year, and they have only eaten cooked venison a few times before it tastes delicious.

Those students who had sunk were rescued a long time ago, and no one was drowned. The treatment was timely, but many of them were injured.

But it was not a big deal. They stood there at a loss because there was no loot and no food.

The ribs in Zhang Feng's hand were sprinkled with ribs, brushed with oil, and smelled, and the whole lake was smelling, which made the index finger move.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the ribs were grilled. He took a knife and cut a slice for Chen Wanru to eat. Chen Wanru was not welcome and put it in his mouth.

"Wow, it's delicious!" Chen Wanru exclaimed.

Zhang Feng smiled and cut another slice for her: "If it tastes good, eat more, and keep it full. For this icy world, eat more meat!"

"Aren't you afraid of me getting fat?" Chen Wanru said while eating.

"It's good to be fat, feel good, hehe!" Zhang Feng smiled badly.

"Huh, then you mean my little one?" Chen Wanru pretended to be angry: "I think Alice's figure is better than mine!"

"When I didn't talk! Eat meat!"

Zhang Feng stopped talking.

"Huh, men don't have a good thing!" Chen Wanru whispered, but she was happy in her heart.

The ring is fat and thin, each has its own strengths. Zhang Feng likes it. If every woman has the same figure, it would be boring.

A man's vision is often not certain, because today he thinks a thin woman looks good, tomorrow he will feel fatter, and the day after tomorrow he will feel fatter.

Alice is a fat type, while Chen Wan is a mature type, with a little meat, but no meat, below the fat standard.

This is the mark of a mature woman, of course excluding mature women like fat pigs.

That is the sow.

"Mr. Pukan, come and experience our Chinese cuisine!" Zhang Feng yelled at Pukan with his fingers and a rib.

In fact, Pukan couldn't help it a long time ago. I was embarrassed to come over. I just said I couldn't eat anymore. I was waiting for Zhang Feng to call. Now Zhang Feng told him to immediately drop the newly formed sword in his hand. That's right. Just lost.

He is an absolute meat eater, and every meal is meatless, he has already experienced Chinese food.

He had never learned Zhang Feng's cooking skills. He had always thought that Zhang Feng didn't understand these back-cooking things. He didn't expect that the smell of meat just now changed his opinion.

Yes, my instructor is almighty.

Pukan sat down, took the ribs in Zhang Feng's hand, and ate it. He nodded and shouted after taking a bite: "Come on, get some wine, beer!"

Grilled meat and beer are a perfect match, not vodka.

"Mr. Pukan, sorry, I messed up your training camp!" Zhang Feng said in a deep voice.

This sentence Zhang Feng must say. When doing something, Pukan still has to nod his head. After all, this is his site. If you don’t say it, you don’t respect him. Although he doesn’t say anything, he will not. Opposed.

"Zhang, did you mean the brawl just now?" Pukan asked.

Zhang Feng said: "Look, this place has become a picnic field, look at your students, where are some of the best fighters in the world?"

"That's right, but Zhang, I know you did it with a motive, didn't you?" Pukan ate the meat.