Out of the seven points that the 9th Brigade had obtained, five of them were obtained by the short guy.
This guy was not tall, but his reaction, speed, and explosive power were all very strong.
Blackie could barely keep up with his speed, but he couldn't stop his attacks.
"Go, Iron Fist Team!"
"The Iron Fist Regiment will win!"
Losing the game, not losing the game!
Losing points on the field meant losing momentum off the field.
The few class monitors who did not go on stage did their best to organize the crowd and cheer for their own people.
"Go, 9th Brigade!"
"The 9th Brigade is the best!"
"The men of the Ninth Brigade are the best!"
The 9th regiment on the other side did not want to be outdone and immediately shouted.
"Wuhu!"
"Class monitor is awesome!"
Niu worked hard to score another goal.
The 9th Brigade cheered again.
It was once again the Iron Fist Team's turn to serve.
Gong Jian and the others had cold expressions on their faces.
This time, they had encountered a tough opponent.
The opponents were clearly prepared. None of them were weak, especially the short one. He was almost at the professional level!
Most importantly, their cooperation was very tacit. It was obvious that they had specially trained!
The match continued, and the 9th Brigade maintained their lead, and the gap between the two sides grew.
Although the Iron Fist Team was still cheering, their momentum was getting weaker and weaker.
There was nothing he could do. The other party's performance was too strong.
Unlike regular matches where there was a ten-minute break, in order to save time, the army usually divided the forty-minute match into two parts.
They would only take a short break after playing for 20 minutes.
On the court, Zhou Xiang finally managed to grab a rebound.
"Instructor!"
With a swing of his right hand, the basketball streaked across the air and fell directly toward Gong Jian in the middle of the court.
Gong Jian swayed left and right, jumped up, and caught the basketball steadily.
Dong dong dong.
Gong Jian didn't stop at all. After he got the ball, he immediately began to attack.
The person defending him quickly followed and blocked in front of him.
Seeing that his attack was not going to work, Gong Jian swept left and right and threw the ball again.
This time, it was passed to Blackie, who was standing in front of the three-point line.
As soon as Blackie got the ball, he began to charge under the fence. The short man who had been playing against him reacted quickly and followed him quickly to surround him.
Old Hei knew that this was a rare opportunity, so he pushed his legs hard and rushed toward the basket.
Three-step layup!
Jump!
The ball went in!
Dong dong dong!
After the basketball entered the hoop, it fell weakly to the ground, making a dull thud.
Hiss…
Blackie sucked in a breath of cold air.
A tearing pain came from his right leg.
"Old Hei!"
Gong Jian saw that something was wrong and immediately ran over." Are you alright?”
"It's not a big problem." Even though he said that, Blackie's tightly clenched hands didn't look fine at all.
"Did you use too much strength and affect your old injuries?”
Old Hei nodded and smiled disapprovingly." Instructor, I'm really fine. Everyone, continue."”
"What do you mean nothing!" Gong Jian's face turned serious." In that border war, although you survived, you also suffered a lot of problems, especially your right leg. There were still shrapnel inside that couldn't be removed. Do you think I don't know?!”
He stood up and paused." Old Black's old injury has relapsed. He needs to rest.”
The five members of the synthetic 9th Brigade looked at each other, and finally, Niu Nuli said," Then let's take a five-minute break first and start again in five minutes.”
Gong Jian nodded and helped Old Hei off the court with Zhou Xiang.
At this point, the first half of the match between the Iron Fist Regiment and the 9th Brigade had officially ended.
The score was 13:33!
The Iron Fist Regiment was at an absolute disadvantage!
After seeing the difference of 20 points, the soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment fell silent.
They could naturally tell that the Iron Fist Regiment was no match for the 9th Brigade.
"Tsk, what Iron Fist Group? I think it's better to call it Melon Group.”
"What are you saying? They are called the Iron Fist Group, but maybe they are the Embarrassed Iron Fist?”
"Don't say that. Be careful or he'll punch you in the chest!”
Hahahaha…
The soldiers of the 9th Brigade laughed so hard that they bent forward and backward.
The Iron Fist Team was instantly furious. Those with bad tempers stood up.
"Who the f * ck was farting just now? If you have the guts, stand up and fight me! Hiding in the crowd and chattering, what kind of man are you!”
It was obvious that Wang Yanbing was the type with a bad temper.
"Look, he's anxious, he's anxious…"
Someone on the other side mocked," We're on the court. Everything is based on the score. Besides, we're in a civilized society now. Who would fight? You want to be punished, but I don't!"
"If you have the ability, then your points will surpass ours. Otherwise, just wait to wash our class monitor's socks…"
As soon as he finished speaking, another burst of laughter erupted from the other side.
"Zhang Nengli, you're courting death!" Wang Yanbing clenched her fists tightly. The one who mocked them was Zhang Nengli, who had reported them for smoking and drinking last night.
This guy had been beaten up by Jiang Chen, and his company commander, Ma Hanyuan, had given him a demerit when he went back. Therefore, he hated Jiang Chen and even the entire Iron Fist Regiment.
Now that he finally had the chance to mock the Iron Fist Group, how could he let it go so easily?
"Wang Yanbing! Sit down!"
At this moment, Blackie roared at him, enduring the pain.
Although Zhang Neng's words were unpleasant, they were not without reason.
This was on the field, and everything was based on the score.
Besides, the military camp was not a place where one could casually make a move.
If Wang Yanbing dared to make a move in front of so many people, then his military career would probably end here.
Hearing Old Hei's words, Wang Yanbing glared at him before He Chenguang pulled her back to sit down.
"Instructor, I'm afraid I can't play in the second half.”
Old Hei said to Gong Jian after Wang Yanbing sat down.
"It's fine. There are so many people. We'll just change someone else.”Gong Jian pretended to be relaxed as he spoke with a smile.
"That's right. Don't worry. We're still here.”
"Old Hei, just sit down and watch me beat them up!”
"Instructor, can I replace our class monitor?”Jiang Chen spoke at this moment.
Previously, it was a friendly match within the Iron Fist Group. He was just playing around and went easy on them.
But now, this match was not only related to the Iron Fist Regiment's reputation, but also whether they could hold their heads high in front of the 9th Brigade.
Of course, the most important thing was that the system had issued the latest mission!
[Mission Details: Help the Iron Fist Regiment win this basketball match.]
[Mission Reward: One random draw!]
Gong Jian hesitated after hearing Jiang Chen's words.
In the previous matches, Jiang Chen's performance had been average.
Instead of letting him go on stage, it would be better to randomly pick one of the other veterans.
"Instructor, let Jiang Chen do it. I trust him!”While Gong Jian was still hesitating, Blackie was full of confidence in Jiang Chen.
"Alright, then it's you!"
Gong Jian made his final decision.
The five-minute break soon passed.
Jiang Chen followed Gong Jian's group of four to the field.
" Jiang Chen, you better fight properly. If you lose, you'll wash the opponent's socks!”
Jiang Chen almost fell to the ground after hearing Old Hei's words.
"Hehe, I'm just teasing you. Hurry up and go!”
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