After teaching for a while, Yu Congrong asked Xia Yuan to practice on his own: "It's very simple to tie this thing. You can practice it yourself."
With that said, he took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and stuffed them into Xia Yuan's hand.
"Where did it come from?"
Xia Yuan looked at the melon seeds.
"Where did it come from? Did you buy it or rob it? Xia Yuan, you are really interesting. You shouldn't be stupid if you don't practice martial arts."
Yu Congrong's eyes widened, and he grabbed some more and stuffed them into his hand.
"If you're stupid, don't try it again. I guarantee you'll be very happy."
Xia Yuan looked at Yu Congrong with a smile on his face.
"No, I'm not happy at all to be your opponent."
When Yu Congrong heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly and joked that it was enough to throw someone away once, but not a second time.
The soldiers around him didn't take things too seriously, and said in a thick local accent: "Platoon Commander Yu, what are you afraid of? Go and give it a try, I will cheer you up."
"You kid, if you try, I will cheer you up, but I won't go."
Yu Congrong glared at the warrior who spoke, went to his bed, lay down on his bed, ate melon seeds and started to look at Wu Wanli.
Xia Yuan learned how to tie and fold quilts, and the soldier came over and said, "Xia Yuan, can you teach us how to practice martial arts?"
"Okay, I can teach you a few tricks."
Anyway, he had nothing to do, so Xia Yuan gave him some of the melon seeds in his hand, put the rest in his pocket, and casually assumed a rising posture.
"Hehehe, thanks."
The soldier put these melon seeds in his pocket and imitated Xia Yuan's movements.
Practicing martial arts is definitely not something that happens overnight. It took him twenty years to learn martial arts. It was only his father and grandfather who spared no room and tortured themselves every day to reach where he is now.
I have been doing horse walking for four or five years, no matter how hot or cold it is, I do it in the morning, in the afternoon and at night.
The war has broken out, and it has only been a few days since we arrived in North Korea. In these few days, I have been able to impart very little knowledge to them. Even if I impart it to them, the US military will not give them a chance to fight hand-to-hand. After all, who has a gun?
He rushed forward with a knife and chopped.
But there are some things that can be taught.
Basic moves and basic routines of Bajiquan can be taught to them.
The soldiers in the carriage were doing nothing, either chatting or cleaning their guns. Seeing Xia Yuan here teaching them martial arts, and seeing Xia Yuan's martial arts during the day, they all came over like curious babies.
On the other side, Wu Qianli entrusted Wu Wanli to Father Lei to take care of him. He turned around and saw Xia Yuan posing with seven or eight soldiers, and couldn't help but look curious.
Mei Sheng walked to Wu Qianli and looked at Xia Yuan's posture, which seemed to be a martial arts practice. "Is this... practicing martial arts?"
Mentioning Xia Yuan, Wu Qianli became interested, "When I was visiting relatives this time, I met a good young man who is a soldier. He has practiced martial arts for twenty years. He has very good bomb-throwing skills. He can throw a stone at a hundred.
A few meters away, in front of me, he hit the branch of a tree steadily. There was a bird on the branch. He stopped his force, otherwise it would have been the bird that was hit. I took it upon myself to kill it first.
He pulled him into the team."
When Mei Sheng heard this, he was immediately surprised: "More than a hundred meters, so powerful! You kid can't beat me, can you throw more than a hundred meters? Is that still a human being?"
It's not like they haven't been trained to drop bombs. Being able to throw fifty meters is already incredible. Xia Yuan can actually throw bombs over a hundred meters. If he's not kidding, then he is kidding.
"Just take a look."
Wu Qianli smiled and watched Xia Yuan teach them a basic routine. After pausing for a while, he found that this thing was surprisingly useful, so he shouted: "Yu Congrong, Pinghe, you all come over and learn it."
When Wu Qianli shouted, more than a hundred soldiers from the company gathered around him, and even Wu Wanli imitated it.
"This routine is very simple. In Baji Quan, it is called Gua Tao. It uses very little force to overthrow the enemy."
Hanging down is one of the small moves in Bajiquan, but it is very practical. Even if a fat man weighs more than 200 kilograms, standing firmly, Xia Yuan can trip and fall to the ground.
Of course, this is not simply using leg strength to trip, but using some kind of technique.
"Who can come up and cooperate with me? I'll give you a practical explanation." Xia Yuan talked for a while, but found that he couldn't understand it and they didn't understand it at all. It was better to demonstrate it to them on the spot.
Seeing that no one was going up, Wu Qianli called to Yu Congrong: "Go up and cooperate with Xia Yuan."
"I won't go, I won't go."
Yu Congrong shook his head, obviously scared of being thrown by Xia Yuan. He rolled his eyes and mobilized the power of the crowd, "Why don't you let the company commander cooperate with Xia Yuan? Let's talk about it."
"Yes, company commander, go ahead and cooperate. We all want to see your cooperation."
"Company commander, why don't you go ahead? Yu Congrong is too weak."
"That's right, I'm a coward."
The other warriors all agreed, as if they were just watching a show and didn't think it was a big deal.
Wu Qianli was also cheerful, "Okay, I'll go up and cooperate. Don't run away later. You can try it with me."
"Don't." Yu Congrong had a bitter look on his face.
Everyone laughed.
Xia Yuan smiled, asked Wu Qianli to stand up straight, then stretched out one of his legs, bent it slightly, and patted the knee with his hand: "The so-called collapse is to use the momentum of bending the knee to return to the straight position, explode, and push the opponent
To trip, instead of simply using leg strength, it is still difficult to trip the opponent using leg strength.”
With that said, Xia Yuan stepped forward to prepare for the experiment: "Company Commander, just stand firm and strong."
"good."
Wu Qianli nodded to show that he understood, tensed his body, and stepped firmly on the iron sheet of the stuffy box car with his feet. The other soldiers were either sitting on the bed or gathered together, very curious.
Xia Yuan patted his slightly bent right knee and said with a smile: "Look at it." Then he walked to Wu Qianli's side, stretched his right leg back, and used force to straighten his knee.
The huge force directly relieved Wu Qianli's tense body, and his whole body fell forward uncontrollably.
Fortunately, Xia Yuan supported him and prevented him from falling to the ground. Wu Qianli was surprised, "Okay, this technique is very practical."
He tried it himself, and when he was caught off guard, he could easily throw someone to the ground without any problem. Especially when he looked at Xia Yuan, who seemed to have used no force at all, he felt more and more how important this technique was.
It's a pity that there is not enough time, otherwise Wu Qianli would have to take Xia Yuan as a trainer to train the soldiers of the Seventh Company.
He turned his gaze and looked at the surrounding soldiers: "Do you understand?"
Some shook their heads, others nodded.
"Xia Yuan, come on a few more times, Yu Congrong, come here to cooperate, I will give it a try later." Wu Qianli became interested, and forced Yu Congrong, who looked miserable, to let Xia Yuan try a few times, and felt that he was touching
Go to the doorway and grab other warriors to start practicing.
This exercise lasts for one hour.
The train clattered rapidly from Zhejiang to the three northeastern provinces. According to the speed of the boring military train, it would not take two or three days to arrive. They would have to stay on the train for a long time.
After playing around for a while, the other soldiers sat on the bed and rested, while Wu Qianli dragged Mei Sheng to the small room in the carriage to chat, probably discussing something.
Xia Yuan was lying on the bed, cracking melon seeds and looking at the soldiers in the stuffy carriage. The soldiers were very lively. They gathered together to chat and compare their strength. It was so lively.
Wu Wanli returned to sit on the ammunition box, Lei Suisheng was playing with his pipe, and Yu Congrong was lying on the bed, cracking melon seeds and staring at Wu Wanli.
Wu Wanli felt uncomfortable and stared at Yu Congrong: "What are you looking at!"
Yu Congrong was eating melon seeds and was happy, "Big girl, I'm afraid to look at it."
The other soldiers laughed, Xia Yuan watched this scene quietly, and after a while he was able to shoot himself.
Lei Suisheng walked to Yu Congrong's bed and leaned against it, "Why did you become a soldier?"
Wu Wanli replied forcefully: "In order to make my brother think highly of me."
Lei Suisheng said: "What are you talking about? It's hard to let your enemies think highly of you."
Wu Wanli said nothing, his eyes swept over a machine gun on the ammunition box, and asked again: "When will you send me the gun?"
"If you want a gun, please hand it over on the battlefield." Lei Suisheng fiddled with the machine gun next to him.
Unexpectedly, Wu Wanli jumped off the ammunition box, reached out and grabbed the submachine gun that Yu Congrong placed at his feet and held it in his arms.
Lei Suisheng raised his head and was slightly startled: "Yu Congrong!"
Yu Congrong moved faster, quickly jumped out of the car, grabbed the gun, and threw it to Pinghe: "Pinghe, take it."
He turned around and reached out to grab Wu Wanli's collar and pushed him back.
Wu Wanli, who was still weak, was pushed and almost fell to the ground. If the soldiers behind him hadn't supported him, the push just now would have pushed him to the ground.