The room where Zhou Wen and others sleep is located next to the regiment headquarters, and is adjacent to the kitchen.
The house is not big, about 10 square meters, and a kang takes up half of it. On the kang, two quilts are neatly stacked and leaned against the corner. There is a long bench under the window on the other side, and there are two earthen basins and a wooden bucket next to the bench.
Two new towels hung on the wall. An oil lamp hung on the pillar in the corner of the kang.
Gao Xiaoshan said to Zhou Wen: "Awen, our regiment leader thinks highly of you. I'm afraid you won't get used to it, so I won't let you sleep in the same bunk with your brothers. You usually eat at the regiment headquarters, and the kitchen is next door. If
If you are hungry and want something to eat, you can go next door to see Old Uncle Wu, he is very kind."
"Brother Shanzi, I'm so embarrassed. The arrangement was so thoughtful. I have to thank the leader in person tomorrow."
"It's okay, we just want you to treat this place as your own home. You are tired today, so go to bed early. I will wake you up early tomorrow morning. If there is nothing else, I will leave." "Hey, Brother Shanzi, walk slowly.
"Brother Shanzi, take a rest early." Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng said each.
As soon as Gao Xiaoshan left, old Uncle Wu from next door came out and said, "Little scholar Zhou, bring your new clothes over and take a bath and change. The hot water is ready."
The two of them were overjoyed when they heard there was water to take a bath. They hadn't taken a bath since they came out of Taiyuan, and their bodies were almost covered with lice. The shoes on their feet were also torn, so they just needed to change them from head to toe.
After taking a shower and thanking Uncle Wu, the two returned to the house. Xu Dacheng closed the door thiefly, gestured with his hands into claws and said to Zhou Wen: "Awen, do it to me again?" "Do it to you?"
What a ghost, are you gay??" Zhou Wen was so disgusted by this guy that he even got goosebumps.
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The next morning, before dawn, in an open space in front of the regiment headquarters, two figures were criss-crossing each other, fighting fiercely. The taller one had his hands in a posture to protect his chest. His legs were staggered and kicked out like a spiral.
My legs are feeling windy, and I press forward step by step.
The shorter man moved with both hands, and with nimble steps, he neutralized the opponent's attacks one by one. When the opponent's legs became more and more windy, side kicks and straight kicks made him rise, he found a gap, took advantage of the force, and gently moved with his left hand.
With the force of the kick, he bullied him like lightning, struck with his hands, struck with his elbows, and struck with his shoulders, knocking the opponent to the ground.
The people fighting were none other than Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng.
Since the strength of the two of them increased, they had no chance to exercise and adapt. After arriving at the regiment headquarters, there was no need to hide their clumsiness. Finally, they could give full play to their full potential, and the two of them had the idea of competing. They got up early today to compete.
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In the past, the two of them often sparred. Xu Dacheng was taller and had longer legs, but Zhou Wen was not strong enough to break through his chain of legs, so he always suffered defeat.
Today, someone from Zhou avenged his shame. The moves he did just now were coherent and natural. He understood the key points of Liuhe Quan's outer three combinations: hands and feet, elbows and knees, shoulders and hips. I feel that my martial arts skills are great.
Come in, I feel very comfortable.
He stepped forward and pulled Xu Dacheng up and said: "Dacheng, your leg skills are the best, but your brain is not good. You must know that hardness cannot last long and softness cannot defend. You only attack fiercely but don't know how to defend. It is really a mistake."
Overcome the taboo of military strategists. We will go to the battlefield in the future, and the principles of fighting and martial arts are actually the same."
Xu Dacheng curled his lips and muttered: "In the past, I didn't have to teach you any truths when I won, but now you win, there are only five people and six people. In fact, it's just a joke."
"Hahaha! That's right, it's just playing the harp. I've been suppressed by you before, but now I'm finally proud, hahaha! Besides, I don't have the strength to suppress you, so I'm holding back my strength. Good brother, just let me play the harse once."
Zhou Wen laughed and said, then put his arms around Xu Dacheng's neck and entered the house.
Little did they know that everything just happened was seen by Wang Huzi in the room.
Wang Huzi was beaten by Zhou Wen with a combination of punches yesterday and his outlook was almost ruined. He slept lightly at night and woke up when Zhou Wen and the others started fighting. He put on his clothes and stood up to look out through the crack in the door.
Although it was still dark, I could distinguish the figures, and I took a breath just by looking at them. Wang Huzi was also good at kung fu. Although they were young, they had rigorous moves, and their speed and strength matched each other perfectly. They were already quite famous.
The prototype. You may not even be your opponent.
When I saw the two of them walking back to the room laughing and joking, a stone fell in my heart. After all, it was the nature of young people to hide their scheming. Otherwise, they would have to consider that this small temple of theirs could not accommodate a great god.
But then I remembered Zhou Wen's words just now: "I didn't use any strength to suppress you, so I was holding back my strength." The corner of his eye twitched again, "This is called holding back my strength. If I don't hold back my strength, wouldn't I be flying?" Look, it's still dark.
, walked back and prepared to take a nap. Old people can’t stand the torment of young people.
At dawn, Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng dressed up neatly, wearing large caps, iron-gray military uniforms with belts, and leggings on their feet. Except for one missing gun, they were already the standard military attire of this era. "Finally put on military uniforms again.
Already." Zhou Wen sighed with emotion.
Gao Xiaoshan also came, looking at the two people's attire with admiring eyes and said: "Awen, you are really good at it, you can do it all without anyone's instruction. This military uniform looks refreshing." Then he looked at their clothes.
Leggings, "I've never seen this type of leggings before. They look nice and strong."
Zhou Wen said with a smile: "This is a eight-character fighting method, which requires two leggings. If Brother Shanzi likes it, I can teach you. It's very simple."
While several people were talking, the group leader, Wang Huzi, who was also wearing a military uniform and high leather shoes, walked out with a big eyeball on his waist. Everyone stood at attention and saluted, "Let's go." After Wang Huzi said this, he looked at Zhou Wenhe.
Xu Dacheng nodded and walked out first. Everyone followed him.
Not long after leaving the village and walking north, a river beach appeared in front of us. Because the river beach was full of sand and gravel and could not be planted, it became a training ground for the supplementary regiment.
To the east of the river beach, there are already many elderly soldiers training under the leadership of officers. "That is the training ground for the second battalion of our regiment. The guard company is here." Gao Xiaoshan introduced it in Zhou Wen's ear.
He pointed to the west.
At this time, Zhou Wen already knew through Gao Xiaoshan that the guard company was a group of teenagers, basically the nephews of Wang Huzi and his old brothers. After Wang Huzi was recruited, they came to join the army one after another. Because of their young age, Wang Huzi was organized into a guard company.
Next to him, the company commander is Gao Xiaoshan.
When everyone came to the west side, they saw dozens of young soldiers running on the river beach.
Wang Huzhu shouted: "Old Ma, come here." I saw a lean little old man who was standing supervising the running of the teenagers. I couldn't tell whether he was an officer or a soldier. He limped over and trotted over and asked with a smile:
"Captain, what do you want to say?"
"Send people to set up a few targets by the river, from here..." Wang Huzi said this and turned to look at Zhou Wen.
"Put one up each at 100 meters, 200 meters, and 300 meters." Zhou Wen said to Wang Huzi. The 100 meters is used to calibrate the gun, and the 200 meters and 300 meters are to test the marksmanship. As for the 400 meters
If you are over 3 meters tall, you don’t dare to try it without using a gun that you are familiar with. The competition is not about marksmanship but luck.
