Yu Congrong had just experienced a fall over his shoulder, so he was naturally on guard and immediately hid his hands behind his back.
Grinning: "I can't catch it anymore."
But then there was a flash in front of his eyes, his chest shook slightly, and his whole body was knocked out, knocking down three soldiers together.
Xia Yuan, who was steady, looked at the grinning Yu Congrong, cupped his hands and said, "How offending."
"Hiss~"
Yu Congrong grinned and felt his chest was burning. This horizontal push caught him off guard.
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'm convinced! As expected of someone who has practiced martial arts. I underestimated you before."
Yu Congrong stood up straight, awkwardly raised his hands and said.
Huh~
The soldiers of the seventh company let out a sigh.
"Having practiced martial arts for more than ten years, it's no wonder that Yu Congrong is no match for you. He's so powerful. Such a talent has been somewhat buried in our artillery platoon. It's even more important to follow Yu Congrong into battle to kill the enemy!"
Lei Gong looked at Xia Yuan with a bright light in his eyes, full of surprise. No wonder Wu Qianli wanted him to join the company. With his skills, he would never suffer a loss with a bayonet.
Although he was envious of this good prospect, he understood better that such a person should be in the fire platoon to play the greatest role.
Yu Congrong rubbed his chest and leaned over with a very thick skin: "I just said how could you be a girl? Then teach me two tricks."
The other soldiers of the Seventh Company looked at Yu Congrong with smiles on their faces.
Pinghe remained silent, his eyes lingering on Xia Yuan for a little longer.
"Okay!" Xia Yuan nodded.
"Shit, I'm still waiting for him to teach our Seventh Company soldiers! You have to take care of him!"
Wu Qianli glared at Yu Congrong and said, "Pinghe, take a few people with me to get guns."
There are many companies gathering outside. With such a large-scale gathering of troops, you don't have to guess that a war is about to begin, and naturally a lot of weapons and equipment are needed.
After Wu Qianli left, Yu Congrong asked cheerfully, "Xia Yuan, what kind of boxing do you practice?"
Xia Yuan did not hide anything, "I practice Bajiquan, and my ancestor is the successor of Bajiquan."
"The successor of Bajiquan, that's incredible!" A soldier said with his head raised.
"Go, let's go."
Yu Congrong slapped the kid and said: "No wonder he's so aggressive, Lei Gong, why don't you try it too?"
Lei Gong glanced at Xia Yuan, his hands felt a little itchy, "Come on, I'll try it too."
"Don't?"
Xia Yuan still respected Lei Gong very much, and at the end of the movie, he was still a little bit upset about Lei Gong's death.
"My mother-in-law is a martial arts practitioner, come here and practice." Lei Gong glared at Xia Yuan.
Xia Yuan smiled bitterly, why did he like to say this too.
Wu Qianli was indeed taught by Lei Gong.
He had no choice but to nod and stand up, and stood there without missing a beat. He still looked at Lei Gong worriedly, "Platoon Leader Lei has no eyes for his fists and feet, so be careful."
"I know, come on!"
Lei Gong smiled.
"Platoon Commander Lei, come on!!"
"Xia Yuan, defeat the platoon leader Lei!"
"Who, who just said that?"
"Hahahahaha!"
The soldiers of the Seventh Company quickly made room for them, and the scene quickly became lively, with people inside and outside the area.
Even people from other companies gathered around to watch the fun.
"Come now, Platoon Commander Lei!"
After he finished speaking, Xia Yuan stepped on his foot. The two tendons on his thigh were like two springs. They tightened and bounced, and the person shot out like a sharp arrow.
"It's so fierce, I'll tell you!"
Facing the menacing Xia Yuan, Platoon Commander Lei was startled and quickly made countermeasures, but they were full of loopholes.
Xia Yuan's eyes were sharp, he grabbed the loophole, and used a machete to slash down on Platoon Leader Lei's arm.
Lei Gong only felt a slight numbness in his arm. After all, he was also a warrior who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. Just for a moment when Xia Yuan hit him, he opened his arms to hug Xia Yuan regardless of the fact that his arm was hit. He thought
He must rely on his own advantages to overwhelm Xia Yuan.
Xia Yuan keenly caught Lei Gong's movements, curled his lips slightly, ducked sideways, and landed a punch on Lei Gong's weak spot.
Lei Gong felt a numbness in his waist and fell to the ground.
"Accepted."
Xia Yuan stood up and held his hand, and with just two touches, he figured out the details of Lei Gong. The opponent did not use all his strength, and he did not use Bajiquan, but just used the simplest way to deal with it.
Neither of them used their full strength, and the outcome was quickly determined.
"oh!!!!"
The crowd of soldiers burst into cheers.
This kind of fighting is very clean and neat, without so many fancy moves.
But it’s very ornamental.
Although Xia Yuan has never fought in actual combat, he has fought a lot of simulated battles. When he was a child, he fought with his grandfather every day. When he grew up, he was abused by his father every day. He learned a lot of various boxing techniques and evasive footwork. What he learned was not just a performance.
But it is the real Bajiquan, which is the real killing technique.
It's just that the peaceful times are not as turbulent as before. Gradually, martial arts have been simplified and become a routine. The real killing skills have been lost bit by bit in the long river of history.
"Awesome, you are very slippery. I am no match for you, Yu Congrong. Such good skills can only be used to their fullest effect in your fire platoon. But I also want it. Are you interested in joining the artillery platoon?"
Lei Gong was helped by Xia Yuan to stand up and rubbed his waist.
Yu Congrong's eyes widened and he said, "That won't work. The company commander said, let Xia Yuan join my fire platoon."
"I don't know who told me not to come just now."
I don't know who in the crowd shouted something.
Yu Congrong suddenly became anxious, staring with eyes as big as cowbells, "Who, whoever said you don't want to come, who am I to be anxious about?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Yu Congrong hugged Xia Yuan's baby bump and pointed at the people around him, arrogantly saying: "Whoever is still dissatisfied, come on, come on, one by one today, Xia Yuan promises to make you submissive."
"You kid, you can't rely on the power of others."
Wu Qianli and his men quickly came back with a few guns, walked up to Yu Congrong and kicked him.
Xia Yuan grinned and watched this scene happily. It was always different from what was shown in the movie. In the movie, they played roles.
In his own eyes, they are all living people.
Yu Congrong scratched his head after being kicked.
Wu Qianli turned to look at Xia Yuan and patted his shoulder, "It's probably going to be a war, are you scared?"
Xia Yuan shook his head, "Don't be afraid. There is no such thing as fear among people who practice martial arts."
Wu Qianli smiled: "That's fine, I didn't plan to let you go."
Halfway through the words, the somewhat noisy square suddenly became quiet. The crowd parted onto a road, and an army jeep drove over and stopped steadily in front of the 7th interleaved company.
When Wu Qianli turned his head, Yu Congrong quickly pulled Xia Yuan and said, "Come here."
Xia Yuan took a deep breath, stood next to Yu Congrong, his eyes fell on the figure sitting on the jeep, and he felt a little excited.
Commander Song, commander and political commissar of the Ninth Corps of the Volunteer Army. A dark-skinned soldier, the years have carved grooves on his face, and his whole body exudes majesty from the inside out.
"stand at attention!"
The neat steps made the ground shake slightly.
Wu Qianli saluted and shouted with the loudest voice: "Report to the commander, I am Wu Qianli, commander of the 7th interleaving company!"
"I know you, the fighting hero of our Ninth Corps. Your Seventh Company is very famous and is known as the Seventh Crossing Company. The Corps Party Committee was originally going to award your Seventh Company a flag, but I think we have to wait until after the war."
"yes!"
"salute!"
They saluted in unison. Xia Yuan's salute was not standard, but he still tried hard to raise his chest and arms with a burning gaze.
Commander Song walked up to the stage meticulously and looked at the young faces below.
"The ceremony is over!"
The tidy voice made Xia Yuan feel excited, and he calmed down a little, with Commander Song's voice floating in his ears.
He was thinking that if he didn't do something in advance when he traveled to this world, he would be very sorry for his status as a time traveler.