Fang Han smiled and waved his hand, signaling them to come just to do it.

"Okay, even though the young man is so confident, let's play with him!" Lao Xiong laughed at everyone and said, "Don't be looked down upon!"

"Okay, just have fun." Everyone stood up and smiled, "Captain, if you defeat your apprentice, you will not be able to turn your back!"

"That depends on your ability. If you can defeat Fang Han, each of you will have a bottle of Moutai!"

"Really?" Everyone's eyes lit up.

Ge Sizhuang said angrily: "When will I not forget about it?"

"Okay, leader, get ready for Maotai!" Old Xiong said loudly, rolled up his sleeves, staring at Fang Han like a big bad wolf watching the little white rabbit.

Fang Han is thin and no matter how powerful he is, he is not much stronger. They cannot feel Fang Han's momentum, so they are full of confidence.

Fang Han smiled and shook his head, and stood in the middle of everyone.

"Little brother, just feel wronged for our Maotai!" Old Xiong grinned and laughed, and his words fell and rushed towards Fang Han.

Fang Han dodged sideways, stretched his feet horizontally, and the old bear staggered and flew out, rushing towards the soldiers behind Fang Han.

The soldier saw that he rushed over and could only help him and prevent him from hitting the plane seat, but he didn't expect that Lao Xiong was so powerful that he threw him down.

While he was helping the old bear, the rest of the people were not idle, so they rushed towards Fang Han, like filling a hole with mud, and pressed Fang Han down.

Fang Han stopped and let them pounce, then turned around and flew out, pressing down the ones who rushed over.

Their power to fly out was very strong and knocked down the back piece.

In the blink of an eye, there were a piece of gourds falling to the ground, and none of them were standing, only Fang Han and Ge Sizhuang were left looking at them with a smile.

"How about it, stinky guys?" Ge Sizhuang snorted: "Are you convinced?"

The old bear got up: "Captain, everyone is not prepared, do it again!"

"You are really a rogue!" Ge Sizhuang shook his head: "Okay, let's do it again!"

Fang Han smiled and waved his hand. This time they changed their tactics. Old Xiong stepped forward first, approaching slowly, and steadily step by step until they caught Fang Han's arm.

He was overjoyed. He was proficient in wrestling and was confident that he could pile up Fang Han.

"Well..." He used his strength, and he used both the positive and negative forces and the weak and solid forces. Fang Han was like a tree growing on the ground. He did not move at all, and he was not subjected to any force.

Fang Han smiled and pushed it gently. The old bear staggered back a few steps, sat in his seat, and couldn't get up for a while. It seemed that someone was still pushing him.

"This is...this is..." Old Xiong glared at Fang Han in surprise.

The rest of the people were not convinced, and the three formed a horn-shaped shape to surround him, approached him step by step, and then took action together, grabbing his shoulders and neck respectively, and using Jiu-Jitsu to deal with him.

Fang Han smiled and shook his body gently. As soon as the hands of the three of them were dipped in his clothes, they flew out.

"Eighteen falls in the clothes?!" everyone exclaimed.

They are all fans of martial arts novels. They read novels in their spare time and love martial arts. Otherwise, they would not have such a powerful skill and were selected into the special forces.

Fang Han nodded with a smile.

"Oh..., let's go together!" Old Xiong shouted loudly from his seat.

Everyone nodded slowly. At present, this method was only possible. They formed a dense circle and then approached Fang Han step by step, while reaching out to grab him without giving him a chance to dodge.

Fang Han still shook his body gently. Everyone flew out, fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while, and looked at Fang Han in surprise.

"I'm giving up this time?" Ge Sizhuang smiled proudly, "Just for you, it's useless to add a hundred pieces!"

"Captain, is this really a loss of clothes?" someone asked.

Ge Sizhuang nodded: "No, really. In fact, all sects have this kind of skill, but some people can practice it and some people can't."

"Then can we practice?"

"able."

"Captain, can you pass it to us?" Lao Xiong said anxiously.

Ge Sizhuang said: "No problem. Your current fighting time is limited, so you can't make a name for yourself. Please practice slowly after you retire from the army."

"How long will it take for us to practice?"

"Ten years."

"Ah—?" People looked at Fang Han.

Fang Han is only eighteen or nineteen. Could it be that he has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has been practicing for ten years before he reached this level?

"Don't compare with Fang Han. He has a solid foundation and is a martial arts genius, so you can't reach this level at a young age."

"Captain, I think I am also a martial arts genius." The old bear got up from his seat, rubbed his chest, shook his arms, and could still feel the mighty power just now.

"Get out of you!" Ge Sizhuang waved.

"Hehe, we are all geniuses who practice martial arts!" Everyone started to cheer.

Ge Sizhuang said: "You don't have to practice honestly. You have to practice it for ten or eight years to have hope. If there is a pause in the middle, it won't work!"

Everyone talked and laughed, their attitude towards Fang Han became enthusiastic, and they respected those who had real skills, not to mention that they were far superior to their masters.

Fang Han checked his equipment and became familiar with it as soon as possible. If you have any questions, ask Ge Sizhuang if you don’t understand, and don’t miss a small question.

More than an hour later, the plane arrived at a military airport and drove four jeeps westward and entered the desert.

The road followed was guided by Fang Han. He touched the statue to sense the location, and the desert gave him convenience. As long as he pointed in one direction, he drove the car and didn't have to worry about the road conditions.

After driving for two hours, Fang Han suddenly waved his hand, Ge Sizhuang stopped the car, and the four cars behind him also stopped.

"It's coming soon?" Ge Sizhuang asked.

Fang Han nodded: "About ten miles."

"Then let's go over!" Ge Sizhuang nodded and shouted.

The four teams were responsible for different tasks, exploring the way forward and guarding the rear. Fang Han and Ge Sizhuang were in the center.

They stepped on the sand and touched for about half an hour and found a short distance from the camp. They lay in the sand and stared at them motionlessly.

This camp is not big, and the house is covered with camouflage to avoid satellites. It looks like it blends into the desert from a distance. Only when you get close can you find something.

Ge Sizhuang and the others had already believed that they had been fighting the death of these guys. They could smell each other's breath from a distance, and they could tell at a glance that it was their camp.

"Master, that's it." Fang Han frowned and said, "But see clearly first and don't implicate the innocent."

"I'll go and see it myself." Ge Sizhuang said.

Fang Han said: "We two."

"Okay." Ge Sizhuang nodded and gestured to Lao Xiong and the others. Then he leaned against Fang Han and sneaked in, his feet quickly.

They soon came outside the camp. Ge Sizhuang's eyesight was amazing. He didn't have to take a telescope. He stared at him carefully for a while and whispered: "It's them!... The guy who was patrolling had fought with us twice. He both escaped, and he was very capable!"

"Who is it?!" A sudden shout sounded, and then a string of bullets shot towards Ge Sizhuang.

Fang Han pressed his palm and the sand suddenly became as soft as mud. The two of them fell into the sand for several meters deep, and the bullets could not be shot through. They held their breath.

Both of them have formed pills and can breathe internally, and it is no problem not to breathe for half an hour.

A moment later, someone passed by their heads and was unaware of anything. Lao Xiong and the others were still far away and did not rush out when they heard the sound of gunfire. They were deeply confident in the regiment commander Ge Sizhuang.

After more than ten minutes, the camp became quiet again. Fang Han and Ge Sizhuang slowly poked their heads out more than ten meters away, as if they were protruding their heads from the water.

Fang Han looked at Ge Sizhuang, and Ge Sizhuang said, "You know you are amazing, right?"

"Is it an intuition tempered between life and death?" Fang Han said.

"That's right." Ge Sizhuang snorted: "All these guys have become spirits, and they can't kill them all, they're so annoying!"

Fang Han said: "This time I've taken over a nest!... But is this their nest?"

"It's hard to say." Ge Sizhuang shook his head: "There is very little information, their organization is very tight, and people cannot get in and can't buy it."

"Then destroy these people first." Fang Han said.

After getting closer, Fang Han realized that he was ready to move. The vast merits were waiting for him. The crimes committed by these guys were amazing, and they died at their hands more than 180 people.

"Let's see where they will escape this time!" Ge Sizhuang snorted.

Fang Han said: "Master, let's take action and let them chase and kill the fish that missed the net. How about trying not to let one go?"

"No problem!" Ge Sizhuang smiled and said, "But is it okay for you to go to the battlefield?"

"Then Master, let's have a good look!" Fang Han smiled.

Ge Sizhuang said a few words on the walkie-talkie and ordered the task to continue. The four teams were responsible for one direction and must not let one go.

The two of them sneaked to the camp wall and landed on the ground at the same time. Bullets flew over and whistled. Fang Han and Ge Sizhuang each held two guns to shoot.

The two of them had accurate marksmanship and reacted very quickly. The bullets poured out like rain, which made the people in the camp unable to raise their heads. Although it was the first time they joined forces, they had a tacit understanding. They advanced one right and one left, covered each other, shuttled through the cover, and rushed into the house quickly.

Lao Xiong and the others were quietly staying in place, listening to the gunshots in the distance.

Their gunshots are different from the other party's gunshots. They can clearly distinguish them. Listening to the two of them, they know that they are safe.

"I don't know if they can do it or whether they need support." Lao Xiong whispered.

As he was talking, the gunshot suddenly stopped.
To be continued...