An Zhenyuan, Usa Mirō led the special operations brigade to join the battle, and the situation became even more unpredictable.

Because of Zhong Yi's instructions, the officers and soldiers of the Special Forces Brigade were much more ruthless than those of the other two armies. That was really a way to greet the British.

"Bang!" An Zhenyuan smashed a British soldier's temple with a heavy punch.

The British soldier didn't even say a word, and immediately fainted on the spot when his eyes turned around.

"Fake, you've gotten into big trouble, damn yellow-skinned monkey." A British soldier who was more than two meters tall, swung his arms thicker than ordinary thighs and rushed towards An Zhenyuan.

If you change someone who is not good enough, you will be instinctively timid when you encounter such a big guy.

But An Zhenyuan was fearless. Seeing the British army's big guy pounced over, he did not retreat but advanced, and immediately ran into the British army's big guy's arms.

"court death!"

Seeing this, the British army's big man suddenly hugged his arms and tried to hug An Zhenyuan's neck.

If you are really hugged this time, no matter how good An Zhenyuan is, his neck will be broken.

But An Zhenyuan's agility is far superior to that of this British big man. Before the big man could close his arms, An Zhenyuan had already slipped under his feet and slid over his armpits.

When he reached the big guy's back, An Zhenyuan immediately stretched out his two fingers of his right hand, and pointed it like Qian, and then he stabbed it in fiercely according to the big British man's butt.

"Aowu..." The British big man immediately let out a tragic howl.

Then he clamped his legs and stood firmly in place, unable to attack any longer.

An Zhenyuan was unreasonable, so he dodged and walked around directly in front of the British big man, and then kicked the British big man in the lower abdomen with a punch.

With a muffled bang, the British big man's whole body curled up.

Although Zhong Yi said he could do something to death, An Zhenyuan was still not. If this kick could directly kick the big British bladder, he would undoubtedly die.

But even though An Zhenyuan had left some strength, the big guy from the base army fainted on the spot.

Seeing An Zhenyuan so brave, three British troops immediately surrounded him.

The British knew that fighting alone was not An Zhenyuan's opponent, so they planned to fight with more and more, and they fought in groups.

Moreover, the three of them were clearly divided. One stayed on the front and took the boxing steps to attract An Zhenyuan's attention, while the other two were watching the side, trying to hug her waist and fall.

An Zhenyuan's mouth immediately sneered with contempt.

This joint attack skill is far worse than that of the Japanese.

It was time to say it, and then a British soldier on the right rushed over.

An Zhenyuan pretended to be "instinct" and took a step to the left. The British soldier on the left was indeed fooled, and immediately shouted and opened his arms and hugged him hard.

The two British soldiers on both sides had a very clear purpose, which was to get close to each other and hug An Zhenyuan's waist and legs, so that he would basically lose his ability to resist and would be kicked by the frontal British soldiers.

However, they underestimated An Zhenyuan's ability to adapt to changes and reaction speed.

Before the two British soldiers could approach, An Zhenyuan took half a step back like lightning.

With this retreat, the attacks of the two British soldiers were immediately lost. Taking advantage of this opportunity, An Zhenyuan took action like lightning, pressed down the helmets above the two British soldiers, and took advantage of the momentum to move in and out.

With a bang, the two helmets were already colliding heavily.

The impact was so violent that the helmet was knocked to a sagging.

Ju Lie's collision caused a violent shock, and the two British soldiers fainted on the spot.

An Zhenyuan pushed forward with a little force, and the two British soldiers fell to the ground in dejection.

The British soldiers on the opposite side were stunned and even forgot to continue to walk the boxing steps under their feet.

But An Zhenyuan would not have any mercy. He took this opportunity to take a step forward, and then hit the bridge of the last British soldier with a straight punch.

With a bang, the bridge of the British soldier's nose collapsed immediately.

"Oh, no." The British soldier screamed and fell down with his nose bridge.

"Brothers, come with me! Fight these white-skinned pigs to death!" An Zhenyuan roared, waving a pair of iron fists to rush towards another British soldier.

The next moment, the officers and soldiers of the Special Forces Brigade howled one after another.

Then, he followed An Zhenyuan like a lion, rushed into the flock of sheep and started killing.

At this time, the scene on the dock had completely lost control. The remaining British soldiers with more than 5,000 people were defeated by less than 3,000 Chinese soldiers. They were really defeated.

...

"Oh Tfak!"

"How is that possible?"

Liss, commander-in-chief of the British 8th Army Group, looked at the scene before him and became dumbfounded.

The result in front of him was something Lis never expected. He originally thought that the British army not only had the advantage of numbers, but also had the advantage in size and strength. Isn’t it a piece of cake to fight a group of just over 2,000 Chinese soldiers?

But what happened next was completely different from what he expected. Not only did the more than 5,000 British troops failed to deal with the Chinese, but they were defeated by less than 3,000 Chinese soldiers!

"Alchemy! This is an illusion! This must not be true!" Lis murmured, then rubbed his eyes hard, and after he opened his eyes again, he found that the scene in front of him had not changed at all.

Oh no, the situation has changed. Although the British army was beaten miserably just now, they are still resisting tenaciously.

However, now, the British army has completely lost its resistance. The British army of more than 5,000 people, like more than 5,000 sheep, was running wildly on the yard of the wharf.

The Chinese soldiers with less than 3,000 people were like a group of bloodthirsty wild wolves, following the British army's butts to chase them.

From time to time, British soldiers were caught up by Chinese soldiers and were knocked down, and then knocked out by Chinese soldiers amid the begging. These Chinese soldiers were so cruel that they refused to let go after all surrender.

Chief of Staff of the 8th Army, Mike, said: "Commander-in-Chief, should you use weapons to resist?"

"Are you crazy?" Liss turned around and glared at Mike, and said angrily, "No matter what, the Chinese army is a member of the Allied forces. Once the two sides really have a falling out, do you really think we don't have to be punished?"

Speaking of this, Lis said sternly again: "What's more, if we have weapons, do the Chinese have not?"

"This is just a group fight, that's it. If we really make trouble, we will only lose even worse! This damn Chinese guy is not easy to mess with."

"That's true." Mike nodded and said deeply, "These Chinese guys are really not easy to mess with."
Chapter completed!