Chapter 1880: I'm sure it's my mother
Everyone covered their faces and couldn't bear to look directly.
Liu Yu lay motionless on the ground, with blood on the corners of his mouth because his front teeth fell off!
If he heard it right, three ribs on his right side should be broken!
He was really pitted to death by his uncle!
Su Mian has been kicking from left to right on the competition platform of more than ten meters, kicking him off the competition platform all the time!
Su Mian is too violent!
It was completely different from Jing Feihong's competition. This time Su Mian adopted a violent style of play.
If you are not violent, others will doubt your ability, so let them see her strength!
No one doubts it now!
A minute after Liu Xuelu sat down, his nephew was kicked off by Su Mian.
He looks sore.
Liu Xuelu's back molar was about to be crushed, he couldn't bear it, stood up and pointed directly at Su Mian.
"Su Mian, you are deceiving too much!"
Su Mian still stood calmly on the competition platform, "Liu Jun, you can eat rice but you can’t talk nonsense. How can I bully others? Besides, you let your nephew and me compete. Why is he not as good as me now? I bullied him? All my moves are within the scope of the game. How did I bully him?"
"You... clever teeth!" Liu Xuelu was choked by Su Mian and didn't know what to say.
Su Mian didn't plan to let him go just like that.
"Liu Jun, now your nephew has lost. As an uncle, don't you want to help your nephew to get justice? No, let's fight again!"
Hit, hit a woolen thread!
Liu Xuelu's head shook like a rattle, "Since Liu Yu can't beat you, it seems that you are really capable. As for the referee, he can announce the result of the game!"
After Liu Xuelu finished speaking, he quickly sat down. He was afraid that he would stay longer and Su Mian would fight him again.
The next step is to score individuals.
Liu Xuelu gloomily looked at Su Mian's column. The full score is 10 points. There are five items in total: fighting skills, fighting skills, on-the-spot performance, innovation in competition...
Liu Xuelu rubbed his temples, no matter from which angle, he couldn't fault Su Mian!
In the end, I had to give all 10 points obediently.
Xie Changkun glanced at him and snorted coldly, "You still have a conscience!"
Liu Xuelu said twice, without speaking.
The next two days are competitions of other groups. If the Su Mian group is crushed by strength, then the results of other groups of the Northern Military Region are also significantly better than those of the Southern Military Region.
Commander Jing's face couldn't hold back.
"Who is the Special Forces instructor of the Northern Military Region?" He seemed to ignore this question all the time.
Lu An shrugged, "You know, Xu Haowen and Luo Cheng, the big devil also went to instruct for a month!"
Jing Liangping closed his eyes for a while and did not open them.
When the military department lowered the order, he didn't understand what was going on. Looking at it this way now, this is obviously in favor of the Northern Military Region!
Lu An resembled the roundworm in his stomach, "Don't be reconciled, you can only make progress when you see the gap. Moreover, Xu Haowen and Luo Cheng are indeed not reused in the Southern Military Region."
What Lu An didn't say was that in the subsequent games, I was afraid that the gap would be even greater.
On the third day, the second project rifle rapid fire and precision shooting kicked off.
The venue of this event is located in the valley, so the best place to watch the whole game is on the mountainside.
Jing Xiangqiu and Shang Guilan occupied favorable terrain early.
After watching the first event competition, Shang Guilan's heart to find a daughter-in-law was weakened, and she was now focused on watching the competition.
Jing Xiangqiu had to be impressed with her younger brother and sister!
"Why are you irritated? Isn't it boring to talk about competitions before?"
Shang Guilan happily said, "I just watched Su Mian playing well!"
"Including your son?"
Shang Guilan nodded like pounding garlic!
Is this... really a real mother?