Shen Lie looked at this simple sandbag. It was obviously used by Victor to practice boxing, but it was larger and heavier than the sandbags of later generations.
The material is made of canvas and filled with sand.
At this moment, Shen Lie looked at the punching bag, and he felt like traveling through time and space. He couldn't help but think of those years spent sweating profusely in the underground boxing gym.
But Tian Hong was confused and asked: "What is this?"
Shen Lie smiled slightly and said softly: "Sandbag."
Tian Hong shook his head with confusion on his face, and after observing it for a moment, he made a comment: "It looks good but not useful."
As a warrior of the Ming Dynasty, he was accustomed to the skills of killing people on the battlefield such as horseback riding, archery, and sword and shield fighting. Naturally, he looked down upon this novelty from the West.
Even if it is used to practice strength, he feels that this sandbag is far inferior to the stone lock.
Shen Lie smiled slightly again, without making any excuses. He walked slowly to the sandbag, shook the muscles in his arms that were getting stronger, and suddenly became interested.
Shen Lie took half a step back slightly, then flew up a leg and swept it hard onto the sandbag. This leg was so powerful that the sandbag shook.
Shen Lie shook his neck and was very satisfied with his physical condition.
This body is young after all. After a winter and a spring of hard training, he has recovered 70% to 80% of his strength and has six-pack abs again.
As the sandbag swayed, this leg immediately attracted everyone's attention. Tian Hong, several of his imperial guards, and Victor all looked over.
Everyone turned their attention to him.
Everyone is a martial artist, and seeing how sharp Shen Lie's legs are, they can't help but feel a little itchy in their hearts.
"I come!"
A young and energetic flag officer got excited and volunteered to come over. With all his strength, he swept up with his legs and followed the swaying of the sandbags.
The little flag officer staggered because he exerted too much force.
All the Jin Yiwei burst into laughter and began to discuss on the sidelines. Without comparison, there would be no harm. Although Xiaoqi Guan's kick was very powerful, his technique and penetration were far inferior to Shen Lie's.
"I'll try!"
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second.
Tian Hong's men are all hot-blooded men, and they won't obey anyone.
After several Jinyi guards took turns to try it, they realized how powerful Shen Lie's kick was and looked over with admiring glances.
Shen Lie smiled and said nothing.
Feeling the strong martial spirit in the prosperous Ming Dynasty in my heart, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Although these men of Jinyiwei have some shortcomings of one kind or another.
There may be some philistines, but they are still upright, and everyone is proficient in bow and horse, and they are considered loyal to the court.
So the question is, what caused the death of such a powerful Ming Dynasty?
Naturally, Shen Lie, an eighteenth-line stand-in actor, cannot understand this problem. He only has some understanding. Some people say that the Ming Dynasty died in Wanli.
Perhaps it was Emperor Wanli's rebellion in his youth and his series of unreasonable behaviors after Zhang Juzheng's death that caused the Ming Dynasty to begin to decline.
There must be some truth to this.
In a relaxed atmosphere, Shen Lie patted the simple sandbag and felt grateful for it. Then he looked at Victor lying on a pile of hay and basking in the sun.
Shen Lie suddenly felt something in his heart and called out, "Victor...have you done two tricks?"
Victor opened his eyes and looked over, Ben wanted to evade a few words.
But Shen Lie joked: "Don't look like a mother-in-law."
These words made Victor angry, and he stood up suddenly, then started to do warm-up exercises with his neck stiffened, and muttered Swedish incomprehensible words.
Tian Hong was puzzled and asked: "What did he say?"
Shen Lie smiled. It doesn't matter what he said. Brother Tian, you don't know something. The temper of these Westerners is that of a dog, which is different from that of us Ming people.
Especially this kind of rebellious person, he has no concept of benevolence, justice and morality, he only recognizes fists.
Shen Lie smiled in Tian Hong's ear and said, "If we want him to be convinced and do things for us... we have to beat him!"
Tian Hong was half-convinced and thought, wasn't he born in the year of dog?
But seeing Victor, who was short, stocky and strong, facing tall and lanky, Tian Hong's eyes lit up.
As Shen Lie and Victor took up their positions in the open space in front of the mill, the guards in uniform gathered around and started to play and make noises.
At this moment, Shen Lie spread his legs slightly and stood so relaxedly.
The tall Victor assumed a boxing posture, raising his hands and hugging his chest, protecting himself tightly like a bear.
This posture really frightened everyone.
I saw that this person was very stable and guarded the door very tightly. He actually looked impressive!
An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.
As soon as they saw Victor's posture, all the guards in uniform became excited and began to cheer and cheer on the sidelines: "Hey, the iron rope is blocking the river."
"A couple of times."
Everyone is a boxer, so they naturally know how powerful this boxing is. This Westerner has a solid foot and a stable boxing, plus he is tall...
Now there is something exciting to watch.
In the midst of the fun, all the Jin Yiwei even opened a handicap and began to place bets on the outcome: "I will pay two coins and bet that Shopkeeper Shen will win."
"My strength is worth it, I'll bet on the unpopular... I bet on Shopkeeper Shen to lose!"
After a while of laughter and commotion.
Shen Lie looked at Victor's posture and felt something in his heart. He had a better understanding of the Western fighting in this era. There was no jumping around Western boxing in this era.
Western fighting in this era also emphasized stability in the lower body and resistance to blows, which relied entirely on tall stature and strong physique to push forward like a bear.
Shen Lie's eyes narrowed, and his short and stocky body suddenly moved. He first flinched to the left, then swayed straight to the middle. He stumbled under his feet, and his strong shoulders bumped into each other like a bull.
A thunderous roar sounded.
"open!"
Victor was caught off guard and was knocked into his arms. His tall and slender body was knocked upside down on the spot and fell flat on his back.
The whole world became quiet.
After a while.
There was a loud cheer in the farm: "Okay!"
Amid cheers.
Shen Lie put away his boxing frame and patted the dust on his trouser legs.
Tian Hong's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What kind of punch is this?"
Shen Lie smiled and said: "Baji Iron Mountain relies on you."
Tian Hong nodded, thoughtfully. This was the second time he had seen the power of Bajiquan. This kind of boxing technique created by Shen Lie should not be underestimated.
It was really strange to say that the tall Western mercenary lay on the ground and groaned for a while before he recovered and slowly got up on his own.
Seeing Shen Lie's eyes full of awe, and he even performed an elegant knight's salute, he seemed to be convinced, and the awe seemed to come from the heart...
Tian Hong and others were slightly shocked, but then quickly relieved. It seemed that what Shen Lie said was true. This Taixi man really had a dog's temper.
Another round of laughter broke out.
The hearty laughter of a man from the Ming Dynasty rang out among the beautiful scenery.
Shen Lie showed off his skills, which aroused the interest of these royal guards, and they all started clamoring to test weapons.
As a flag officer took off the Yan Fei Dao from his waist and threw it to Victor, who had just gotten up, poor Victor became a sandbag for everyone.
