After thinking for a while, he looked at Situ Lingfeng and others and asked, "Do you think we should conduct anti-torture training?"
"This is a level that must be passed. Baidu search"
"Yeah, no one can guarantee that they won't be caught."
He Zhenzhong shook his head, tapped his fingers on the table, and said softly: "Why did our revolutionary ancestors not go through any test during the Anti-Japanese War, and even after being captured, they still preferred death to surrender?"
As soon as the words fell, several people fell silent.
"However, today's interrogation methods are definitely not comparable to those before." After a long time, Zeng Fan said something.
He Zhenzhong shook his head, "However, no matter how the methods change, the essence remains the same, using great pain or humiliation to mentally destroy the target."
He thought about the plots in the original work. Is such torture really effective?
Sighing, he continued: "If we do it ourselves, then their subconscious fear will be reduced. Why? Because they know that we will not really torture them to death or use extreme methods to humiliate them.
Yes. But if someone else were to torture them, would we, the instructors, have the heart to watch our own people being tortured by others?"
Several people looked at each other and nodded, having to admit that what He Zhenzhong said made sense.
"Moreover, loyalty is not forced, it should come from the heart." He Zhenzhong frowned slightly and said, "Leave this matter to me. Let me think about how to change the way."
"I agree."
"Um."
"No comment."
Seeing that all six people agreed, He Zhenzhong stood up and said, "Okay, let's go here first. Everyone go back and have a rest early. Remember, get up early tomorrow morning for physical training."
"yes."
The six people left. He Zhenzhong sat there, picked up the cold tea cup, took a sip, "System Lord."
"Here you are, host."
"I think it is necessary to improve my strength now, what do you think?"
"Judging from the host's recent missions, it should indeed be improved."
He Zhenzhong put down his tea cup, stood up, and asked softly: "So, does Mr. System have any good suggestions?"
"Swordsmanship, physical skills."
He Zhenzhong frowned slightly, "Swordsmanship and physical skills?"
"Yes, the host, martial arts, spear skills, swordsmanship, and physical skills are integrated and integrated, which is the primary gun fighting skill."
Elementary gun fighting skills? He Zhenzhong was slightly startled, "Can you make bullets turn? Is it really possible?"
"Well, the ballistic trajectories and enemy positions in gun battles can be summarized by statistical models. On this basis, with precise action calculations, you can launch the maximum damage attack at a position that reduces your own damage, and you can shoot anywhere around you.
Dead spots increase the power of bullets by 20 to 50 percent."
"Moreover, the host has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his body has been strengthened at an intermediate level, so his basic conditions are already very good. Proficiency in swordsmanship allows the host to be keenly aware of the enemy's weaknesses and evasive movements. After practicing physical skills, whether it is physical
The attack or physical toughness will be greatly improved, and when the time comes, the host can easily shoot in various ways."
"So, what about bending the bullet? A quick shake of the wrist?"
"The principle is also very simple. Rapid shaking of the wrist can indeed deviate the trajectory of the bullet, but many people's movements cannot reach that point. Also, the firearms also need to be modified, using high-power, non-rifled guns. Gun fighting
Techniques generally use more pistols. I have one here that is very suitable for the host. When the time comes, you can trick Comrade Xiao Ran and ask her to help you make it."
It sounded fine in the front, but why did the words behind it change? He Zhenzhong couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "System Master, you're an idiot and your thoughts are not pure."
"A truly strong man is very charming. The intuitive reflection is how many admirers he has."
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now, let's continue talking about gun fighting." He Zhenzhong was helpless.
"Beginner level, intermediate level, advanced level, and then gun martial arts. At that time, the host can control various weapons to increase their power and have great lethality. At the same time, the attacks of enemies that can be avoided will also be greatly increased."
"Then we have to do it step by step." He Zhenzhong shrugged, "Then exchange it for swordsmanship and physical skills."
"Yes, host, due to insufficient contribution points, all the primary and intermediate draws that you have not used before will be offset."
"Exchange it." He Zhenzhong felt a burst of heartache. Everything about this system is good, but it is stingy. Exchange items are extremely expensive.
"Yes, host, wait a moment."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained a full set of swordsmanship moves and a full set of physical training methods."
A lot of things quickly appeared in his mind, making He Zhenzhong feel dizzy. After a few seconds, he regained consciousness, shook his head and stretched, "It seems that the next days will be hard again."
It’s over.”
Although the moves are already there, after all, through continuous practice, they have to become their own thing, or in other words, form a body's instinct.
Turning off the lights, closing the doors and windows, He Zhenzhong walked out. The slight night breeze seemed to make him feel more energetic.
After thinking for a while, he stretched and walked towards the training director.
Early the next morning.
"I'm going, what's going on?"
"What's that a** devil doing?"
"Yoga?"
The female soldiers who had just woken up suddenly became energetic and didn't even bother to wash up. They huddled there and looked in the direction of the training commander.
There, in the faint golden sunshine of the morning, He Zhenzhong was lying on a blanket with his eyes closed, his upper body and feet raised and bent to the extreme, looking like he was practicing yoga.
Huh, he exhaled, slowly put down his feet, and stretched his body. His body was also a little sore. It seemed that his toughness really needed more training.
After standing up and moving a few times, he looked at the group of female soldiers and said, "From now on, wake up an hour earlier and practice with me."
The faces of a group of female soldiers suddenly turned into bitter gourds. Although they were also willing to practice yoga to keep in shape, they were so tired all day long, so they would rather sleep a little longer.
"**."
"I knew it would be bad to see a demon so early in the morning."
The female soldiers all cursed in low voices.
"Death, let's do it."
"Teach us."
"We learn."
Hearing the sound, a group of female soldiers turned their heads and were stunned. What is going on?