"Fuck, you've beaten enough, now it's my turn!"
This is the sound that Koichi Hahara least wants to hear!
Meng Shaoyuan!
He turned around slowly.
Then, he saw the person he least wanted to see:
Meng Shaoyuan!
He's still standing!
He was knocked down seven times and stood up tenaciously seven times!
Hahara Koichi couldn't believe it at all:
"You, you can still fight?"
Meng Shaoyuan grinned, his face was covered in blood, his right eye was black and green, and he looked a bit ferocious:
"I told you, I can fight all day long like this!"
Then, he walked towards Habara Koichi step by step:
"You're tired, right?"
You're tired, right?
Hahara Koichi was really tired, and his physical strength had been exhausted.
However, Meng Shaoyuan seemed like a machine that never stopped running and never felt tired.
"It's my turn!"
Meng Shaoyuan punches!
This is his first active attack so far in today's decisive battle!
Hahara Koichi hurriedly blocked!
Very easy to block.
Then, he quickly counterattacked and hit Meng Shaoyuan in the face with another accurate punch.
However, Meng Shaoyuan smiled strangely.
Koichi Hahara, you were fooled!
Meng Shaoyuan received such a punch on purpose.
At the beginning, Xie Cairui, a fighting coach at the Hangzhou Police Academy who had improved martial arts, also fell into Meng Shaoyuan's trap.
Hikaru Hahara hit the punches one by one, and Meng Shaoyuan struggled to survive the blows. Instead of retreating or falling, he pounced forward.
At this time, Hikaru Hahara's energy was exhausted, and his steps and reactions had become severely slow.
Meng Shaoyuan, the counterattack begins!
Muay Thai, knee strikes!
History repeats itself again!
Back then, Xie Cairui was hit in the crotch by Meng Shaoyuan's knee strike. Now, the target has changed:
Koichi Hahara!
His severely delayed reaction left him no time to respond!
He screamed miserably and was accurately hit in the crotch.
Xie Cairui was hit in the crotch and was still able to try to fight back.
But what about Koichi Hahara?
He was almost exhausted and had no ability to resist!
Meng Shaoyuan, fight back!
Western boxing... doesn't seem to be... Bajiquan... nor does it look like...
Damn it, what the hell!
Meng Shaoyuan fired his bow from left to right, and his fists landed on Hahara Koichi's face one after another.
Just like how Hikari Hahara beat Meng Shaoyuan not long ago.
How could Hahara Koichi be able to withstand such a punch?
Just when he was about to fall, Master Meng was in trouble.
He grabbed Hahara Koichi, and then another:
Knee strike!
Or the crotch!
The feeling of a man's crotch being hit hard twice in succession...
…
Wild shouts resounded throughout the venue again, and the roof was almost torn down.
The difference is that this time it was the Chinese who burst into cheers and shouts!
Everyone was screaming and cheering hard.
Some people shouted until their voices became hoarse.
Even the old man from Jinghu shouted loudly and cheered like a teenager.
Li Zhifeng roared repeatedly, and Qi Xuezhen screamed and jumped.
Wu Jingyi also clenched her fists.
Master, come on!
kill him!
…
"I'll bully your grandma! I'll bully your ancestors!"
Meng Shaoyuan rode on Hahara Koichi, punching him one after another:
"You hit me? How dare you fucking hit me!"
Koichi Hahara just lay there upright, allowing the opponent to hit him.
His eyes were swollen and his face was cracked.
In fact, later on, Meng Shaoyuan was really weak. He was not an iron man after all, and his strength was also used up.
The fist that landed on Hahara Koichi no longer had much power.
But he's still fighting.
He is waiting for something to appear!
…
Nagashima Kuan was stunned.
What's wrong?
He clearly had the upper hand just now and Meng Shaoyuan was almost beaten to death. Why did he turn upside down in the blink of an eye?
"I can't do it anymore, Hahara-kun can't do it anymore!"
People around him screamed in panic.
Nagashima Hiroshi subconsciously grabbed the white towel.
Throwing it out represents surrender.
The surrender of Koichi Hahara.
The surrender of the Japanese Empire.
"Look, look, Meng Shaoyuan is crazy!"
…
Meng Shaoyuan really ran out of energy.
No strength left at all.
He suddenly bit Hahara Koichi's left ear.
Sometimes, Meng Shaoyuan is really a madman.
That time, he bit Xie Cairui's neck.
Now, he bit Hahara Koichi's ear.
Koichi Hahara didn't even have the strength to scream, he could only squirm.
At this moment, something suddenly flew and landed on the ring.
That's a white towel!
…
"The other party has surrendered, stop, stop!"
Gast quickly stepped forward and grabbed Meng Shaoyuan.
However, Meng Shaoyuan still bit Hahara Koichi's ear!
…
"Win! Win!"
"We won the battle, the Japanese surrendered!"
The whole audience burst into cheers!
Venting loudly and hugging each other.
Some Chinese people even cried while hugging each other.
After the fall of Shanghai, the grievances I had felt for so long were finally completely released at this moment!
Win, China wins!
Win, Meng Shaoyuan wins!
Look, look, those twenty Japanese, all bowed their heads and remained silent!
Look, look, the Japanese, who were arrogant and domineering before, finally lowered their heads!
Look, look, the Chinese people are cheering, and that is the cheer that only a winner would have!
China, won!
If we win in the arena, can the victory of the War of Resistance be far away?
…
Geist and two strong men rushed to the ring and spent a lot of effort to pull Meng Shaoyuan up.
Meng Shaoyuan actually had a piece in his mouth...
ear!
That was half of Hahara Koichi's ear.
"Pooh!"
Meng Shaoyuan spat out the ears in his mouth.
His vision was blurred and his consciousness began to gradually become blurred.
He saw many people shouting something there.
He saw many people running onto the ring.
Is that Wu Jingyi? Qi Xuezhen? Li Zhifeng?
Seems to be.
Meng Shaoyuan could no longer see clearly.
All he wanted now was to fall down and have a good sleep.
Li Zhifeng and Wu Jingyi rushed over, supporting Meng Shaoyuan one by one.
"Did we win?" Meng Shaoyuan asked vaguely.
"We won, we won, sir, we won!" Li Zhifeng cried with joy.
"Whoever lets me fight in the ring again will end up killing his whole family." Meng Shaoyuan said with all his strength.
"Well, let's never fight in the ring again, never again."
The blood had already covered Meng Shaoyuan's eyes. He glanced at Qi Xuezhen and opened his mouth.
Qi Xuezhen nodded vigorously, as if saying:
Teacher, I know what to do.
"Go home, go home."
Meng Shaoyuan murmured.
"Go home, let's go home."
Wu Jingyi hugged him tightly, and then said in a very low voice in his ear:
"Can you still eat grapes after you go home?"
Can you still eat grapes?
Meng Shaoyuan smiled:
"I, of course..."
Then, his body slid down softly and slowly.
…
This fight to the death on September 28, 1939 was Meng Shaoyuan’s first time in the ring.
It was also the only time in his life that he stepped onto this damn ring!
(Yesterday, I saw a reader in the book review section asking me to ask if The Lonely Swordsman is still writing about history. I asked on WeChat, and the Swordsman’s answer was that the second part is history. I found that I am not only writing a book, but also asking about it, quack . If you want to ask any questions about military history authors in the future, as long as I know them, I will definitely help you ask them.)
