Chapter 132 Thrust
“Master, what are you doing.”
Feeling the strength on Mr. Yang’s fingers, Yang Xiaotao quickly spoke.
“There’s not much meat!”
But Mr. Yang said it to himself, looked at Yang Xiaotao carefully, and finally asked.
"I can't believe how powerful you are with just a few kilograms of meat."
Yang Xiaotao was speechless, is this about the meat?
But he can't talk nonsense, because he is strong because he took Dali Pill. If he really wants to explain it, he can only say that he is gifted.
"Master, we are fitters. We can't do it if we don't have strength."
Mr. Yang nodded. He could see that Yang Xiaotao was energetic, and he was more energetic than ordinary people.
Although it was strange, I didn't take it seriously.
In that turbulent era, strange people appeared in large numbers, and it was common to kill people with one punch.
Yang Xiaotao is just more powerful and has not yet reached the magical realm.
“Your strength would have been in vain if you didn’t practice kung fu in the past.”
“But it’s not easy to have this kind of strength. We are poor in literature but rich in martial arts. , In the past few years, everyone has not had enough to eat, and their martial arts training has only been limited.”
Mr. Yang sat on the side and took out a cigarette bag and started pressing the leaves. Yang Xiaotao took out a lighter and lit it for him.
Mr. Yang lit the cigarette, took two puffs, and then exhaled the smoke.
"If it were ten years ago, my grandpa would be able to take you on a tour of the battlefield."
"See blood and practice your courage."
My grandpa Yang Xiaotao was moved by the heroic words spoken.
People of this era have been injured by war, but they are not afraid of war.
Because they dared to fight
Even when facing the American imperialism at that time, they fought as hard as they wanted and won, creating seventy years of peace.
At this time, the backbone of the nation is very strong. Anyone who dares to make a noise must be prepared for a national war.
"That is, who doesn't know your deeds in the old days? It was the master who held the turret with three guns and frightened the two dogs to call him grandpa."
"Haha"
"You kid, you heard everything wrong."
Mr. Yang hit Yang Xiaotao on the head with a cigarette pot, grinning widely, and then a little sad.
“In that blockhouse, there were not only Ergouzi, but also five little Japs. But our people had already made arrangements, and we opened the door inside.”
“At that time, we wanted to It's not a three-gun. What your master has in his hand is a Japanese 38-gun with only two bullets."
"When I rushed in, I fired a shot and knocked down a traitor. Then I rushed up with a bayonet, and the people behind rushed in."
Yang Xiaotao listened attentively, this is a legend.
"I went up and immediately met three little devils."
"The head is about the same height as a donkey, but it is very thick, and the arms are very thick."
"But I wasn't afraid either. I held the bayonet in my hand, dodged the knife and stabbed it into the stomach on the left, and then took a side step and hit the Japanese on the right with the butt of my rifle on the head."
"But, here."
Mr. Yang pointed to the left side of his waist, "I was stabbed by that little devil, such a long wound."
He gestured with a slap.
"Master, you are awesome!"
Yang Xiaotao said sincerely, with admiration in his heart.
"Oh, you young people, it's so good. When you were young, you didn't need to go to the battlefield. When you grow up, the war is over."
"How good!"
Yang Xiaotao was silent, Mr. Yang Also looking at the sky, falling into memories.
For a long time, Mr. Yang finished the cigarette pot, knocked hard on the wood twice, knocked out the ashes, and then shouted.
“At any time, having a good body is a reward from God.”
As he spoke, he stood up, put down his pipe, then walked to the side and pulled out a wooden stick, almost two meters long.
“My dear, I don’t have any great skills. I just rolled around on the battlefield a few times and survived until now.”
“I will teach you this skill of killing Japanese today. , I just hope you don’t have to use it that day.”
Yang Xiaotao stood up suddenly and looked at Mr. Yang with a solemn face.
But Mr. Yang rolled up his sleeves and tightened his belt. He was holding the stick like a spear, and his appearance suddenly changed.
He had a serious expression and a murderous aura hovering around him, making him look as cold as stone and emotionless.
Yang Xiaotao took a deep breath, walked aside and looked carefully.
"My grandfather has been on the battlefield for a while. He doesn't know anything else and can't learn it. Just one move, thrust!"
As he said that, Mr. Yang took a lunge, lowered his waist, and used his left hand to With the right hand in front and behind, the wooden stick is slightly upward, and the eyes are staring forward.
This movement seemed to be deeply rooted in his bones, without any deliberate adjustment, it was just like this.
"Kill!"
The deep roar was like thunder on the ground. Yang Xiaotao's heart was trembling and his whole body was shaking.
Then I saw the long stick thrust out and then retracted in less than 1 second. Mr. Yang still maintained his original posture.
If I hadn’t blinked just now, I really thought I hadn’t moved just now.
Mr. Yang stabbed the gun and stood up slowly. His body gradually relaxed and he exhaled a breath.
Obviously, the move just now was a bit difficult
“I’m old, I’m old.”
Mr. Yang threw the long stick to Yang Xiaotao, “Come and try.”
Yang Xiaotao nodded, took the long stick, and followed Mr. Yang's posture, bending his legs, left foot in front, right foot horizontally in a T shape, holding the right hand at the back end, and looking straight ahead. "Keep your center of gravity low, don't squeeze your right hand too tightly, rely on it to be flexible."
Mr. Yang pulled out a piece of firewood from the side and pointed at Yang Xiaotao to correct his posture.
“Yes, that’s it.”
“Don’t move your feet, don’t move your hands. Watch the right moment, and move your hands and feet together.”
“The power comes from the waist. "Don't lean back, lean forward."
As Mr. Yang said, Yang Xiaotao also imitated Mr. Yang and began to thrust.
"Kill!"
Shouted, handed out the wooden stick, and quickly took it back.
“Louder, aren’t you full?”
Yang Xiaotao blushed and roared again.
“Kill~~”
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
A roar rang out one after another. Yang Shitou, Yang Dazhuang and others who came to visit didn't think anything when they saw it. They had also received advice from Mr. Yang, and even The militiamen of Yangjia Village also conduct regular training.
So I watched Yang Xiaotao practice and also watched from the sidelines, giving opinions from time to time.
After a while, there was someone opposite Yang Xiaotao, and Yang Shitou was sparring with him with a wooden stick.
"When shooting a gun, you have to go straight ahead. Don't think about anything, especially the next move. The more you think about it, the slower the gun will be!"
Yang Shitou has obviously been trained, and he behaves as soon as he comes up. Not bad, when the two of them faced off, it was Yang Shitou who took the initiative.
“Don’t step back!”
Mr. Yang suddenly became stern. Yang Xiaotao felt a pain in his calf and received a stick.
Don’t dare move back.
"To fight with the bayonet is to fight for momentum. We must move forward indomitably, we must meet in a narrow road, and we dare to attack."
"If you take a step back, your morale will be reduced by one point, and the enemy's morale will be three points higher. Where can you retreat? Go?”
Yang Xiaotao nodded and kept it in mind.
These are all experiences gained from fighting on the battlefield. They are concise and to the point.
Afterwards, Yang Xiaotao and Yang Shitou practiced for a while. Mr. Yang on the side kept giving guidance and corrections, and their understanding and application of thrust became more and more proficient.
"Xiao Tao, your strength is extraordinary, so remember, you are not allowed to use all your strength unless absolutely necessary."
"Take out seven points of strength with the gun, and keep three points in your hand."
"Your seven points are more powerful than an ordinary person's full-strength blow."
When Yang Xiaotao was sitting aside to rest, Mr. Yang came over and said, obviously this was to set up a small stove for Yang Xiaotao alone.
Maybe it was because of his good talent, or maybe it was related to the military training in his previous life. After only practicing for an hour or so, the person who practiced with him changed from Yang Shitou to Yang Dazhuang.
Now Yang Shitou is no match for Yang Xiaotao at all, especially with the flexibility of Yang Xiaotao's seven-point attack and three-point attack, it becomes difficult for even Yang Dazhuang to face him.
By the afternoon, Yang Dazhuang stopped working and no longer looked for punishment.
In his words, Yang Xiaotao is a pervert. In just a short time, he is better than him, a veteran who has been training for more than ten years. With this talent and strength, he cannot accept it.
Even Mr. Yang sighed after watching it, there is no place for heroes.
Yang Xiaotao felt ashamed after hearing this. The future is the era of rifles. Isn’t the AK47 good now?
Everyone has one pole and eight bars, who will give you a chance to fight with a bayonet?
However, Yang Xiaotao did not dare to say it. Instead, he practiced harder and regarded it as a way to strengthen his body.
On the night of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Xiaotao invited Yang Dazhuang, Yang Shitou and others at home. They drank a bottle of Maotai and went home.
Yang Xiaotao fell asleep with longing for the future.
After a while, two snoring sounds came to mind in the room, one after another.
One night passed, and when he got up in the morning, Yang Xiaotao practiced lunging in the yard as ordered by Mr. Yang. This thing looked simple, but it was a hard work and had to be practiced every day.
Yang Xiaotao also feels that this kind of exercise has an effect on the body. At least if you practice sweating every day, you will feel refreshed.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but while my body is strong, my head feels clear while reading.
And the feeling becomes stronger, just like counting money, it becomes addictive.
After practicing the gun, Yang Xiaotao was about to go back to the room when he suddenly heard the sound of the system, and his spirit was shocked.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for mastering the battlefield fighting technique, thrusting."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for understanding the primary thrusting skill. This skill is a non-system skill and cannot be improved with credits."
"Ding , Congratulations to the host, for mastering the skill, primary thrust, and receiving 500 bonus points!"
"Is there such a good thing?"
Yang Xiaotao confirmed that he read it correctly, and the credit column has indeed increased by 500. Close to four thousand.
Yang Xiaotao suddenly felt that the previous thought of only reading books and earning credits was a bit one-sided and narrow-minded.
Living in this era, there are so many things to learn and invent.
Use these things to change your life and change the world.
And isn’t this the meaning of his coming here as a time traveler?
“Now it seems that as long as it can be learned, it is likely to be recognized by the system, and there will only be more and more ways to increase credits in the future.”
"Really, there is no end to learning!"
Yang Xiaotao was thinking to himself. At this time, Mr. Yang had already returned from his trip.
I get little sleep as I get older. I walked around the village in the morning and am now preparing to cook.
Seeing this, Yang Xiaotao was going to go to the firewood to help light the fire.
I went to the yard to smoke some wood, and then went to the shed to find some corn cobs to ignite the fire.
But when he came to the shed and reached for it, he looked at the pile of corn and was stunned again.
“This stick is different from the one in my memory!”