If this is spread, would the old men of the Ministry of National Defense think that they are asking for trouble from the Red Army again and waiting for an opportunity to retaliate against him? I have to admit that Selov is thinking too much, but if he only takes the assessment of what he has done over the past year, the United States may rank second in the eyes of the old men of the Ministry of National Defense. The General Administration of Military Administration led by Selov is the number one threat.

"Director, why don't you go up and try it. Medvey's body and strength may not be your opponent!" Iseymotney suggested with her head tilted. No one knows Serov's physical changes better than her.

"I'm afraid that it will hit him. I can't go on the competition in the future Olympics!" Shelov refused without thinking. In order to ensure the gold medal of freestyle wrestling in the Soviet Union for the next decade, Shelov must hide his merits and fame.

Is it? Iseymotney nodded deeply and praised Selov's bragging behavior without any moral integrity.

Medvey's victory lies in the protection of rules in regular games. If it is replaced by mixed martial arts and let these soldiers play freely, the results may be completely opposite. In other words, these soldiers are fighting in their own hands and feet. No matter which result is a good thing, military victory will naturally help the image of the Red Army, and athletes' victory will also encourage the people. There are no losers in this confrontation.

The confrontation on the second day became a one-man show. After the first day of confrontation, Kuznetsov won a complete victory in the subsequent events. Without any suspense, he taught the soldiers and kings to be human in the confrontation of the decathlon.

"I remember just two days ago, you seemed to say that you might not lose! Now I have seen the result, and you can see your failure at a glance..." Selov walked back and forth twice in front of these elites from various troops, giving these losers a very humble mouth mocking the losers. These scumbags really don't know that the world is high and the earth is strong. These two athletes are the ones who have left legends in their respective sports in their later generations. If you find some people from the army and can defeat them, then what else do they have to do? Just pick athletes from the Red Army.

"Comrade Selov, under the protection of the rules, we naturally cannot defeat professional athletes!" The soldiers of Derrensky's division looked ahead and were still reminding Selov that such results cannot be counted.

Selov blew an innocent breath into his hand and said to himself, "Is this a reminder to me, are you okay?"

"The result is that you lost. The confrontation with Comrade Medveji can be said to be under the protection of the rules. You cannot use your unique skills to kill yourself with one blow. But you are defeated in the confrontation with Kuznetsov. There is no excuse for competitive sports! The fact is that you lose whether it is javelin, shot put, long-distance running, or long jump!" Iseymotney said bluntly, "Soldiers should not find reasons for their failure..."

Issemotney was originally protecting what his boss said, so he did not take into account the feelings of these soldiers. As the sharp knife in their respective troops, the praise they received in normal times cannot allow such things to happen. Just like a spark fell into a oil pan, from the perspective of anger, Issemotney said these words very successfully.

Military soldiers believed that the master was the one with big fists. Isey Motney's mocking behavior immediately attracted a lot of refutation. The tit-for-tat quarrel between the two sides forced Serov, who had thrown a shot put, to come back to smooth things over.

"Little girl, what she said is true. We are not good at this kind of sports. If we are good at things, we can also make the two athletes lose badly!"

"What you are good at is to make excuses for your failure, which is a very dangerous manifestation in terms of thought!" Iseymotney gave these soldiers nonchalantly.

The atmosphere of quarrel between the two sides was very enthusiastic, and the level of investment made Selov, who was rank lieutenant general, feel the feeling of being ignored. His presence has dropped to Canada next to the United States and is currently heading towards Laos next to Vietnam.

"Little girl, you are just a recruit, don't speak so hard!"

"At least I won't make excuses for my failure. Don't think that my rank of major was picked up!" Isey Motney said confidently, "From the perspective of soldiers, I am more qualified than you. If you don't accept it, I will compete with the marksmanship now..."

Semi-invisible Selov finally found the opportunity to show his presence and said, "Let's go to the shooting range of Gubischev's Interior Bureau to compete!" As soon as he said that, Selov really wanted to give himself a mouth, why did he habitually fan the flames? He exported the sequelae of the revolution.

The quarrel stopped instantly, and the turning point was too stiff and Selov couldn't react. Both sides agreed with Selov's proposal. Since both sides were soldiers, it would be best to use guns to solve the problem.

"Comrade Kuznetsov, Comrade Medveti, do you want to go to the Interior Bureau?" The confrontation has been completed, and the stadium is still to be closed. Selov did not forget the two athletes, so it would be bad if he was locked up inside.

Kuznetsov, who fell to the end, looked at Selov's back with confusion and shock from time to time. When Selov was a transparent man just now, he went to see the score of the director of the General Administration of Military Administration throwing shot put. If there was no cheating, this KGB spy would be terrible. He would throw further than him, the world champion of the decathlon.

"Is Isemotney sure?" Selov asked Lucani next to him with some conscience.

"If it's a pistol, these soldiers will definitely lose!" Lucani said seriously. "Sister Isemotney has been in Gatsna for twelve years. Although not all courses are excellent, the courses in guns are indeed very strong. From the age of eight to now, shooting targets has long been a part of life! These soldiers have only served for a few years, so they should not be their opponents..."

I feel relieved! Selov let out a long sigh. In the Gubischoff Interior Bureau shooting range, Isey Motney, who took off her coat, took the TT33 pistol provided, and said with a smile, "The effective range of the TT33 pistol is 50 meters, and it can also be hit within 100 meters! In order to take care of your emotions, I have asked the comrades of Gubischoff Interior Bureau to set the target symbolically at 110 meters. Each person will have ten bullets, and the score will be added to the score..."

"It seems like this, it's better to let the grade speak!" The ten soldiers took over the TT33 pistol without being outdone. They are not unfamiliar with this pistol, which is the main weapon of the Soviet Red Army.

"Is that? After losing, I will be your instructor..." Isey Motney looked at the soldiers with a bright smile, and then put the pistol parts in his hand in a few moves. At this time, he looked down at the pistol parts that were already scattered on the table, and said in a low voice, "Soldiers, let you see the strength of Gats!" While speaking, he took out a silencer from his pocket, and kept pulling the pistol with one hand with his right hand. As soon as he finished speaking, the pistol, which was still in the part state, had returned to its original state. He twisted the silencer on Isey Motney and smiled satisfied.
Chapter completed!