Of course, as to whether lifting the vaginal leg can be effective in stabbing, it requires a lot of practice.
But the key point is that this simple upward kick does not require any martial arts foundation. Everyone can practice it. Even the female nurses in the field hospital, Zhou Wen also asked to practice it, and they may be able to save their lives.
The officers and soldiers of the Second Regiment are all veterans on the battlefield. Who doesn't know the power of this move? Everyone is vying to be the first and tease each other. Even the human model made of straw is kicked to pieces by the dozen almost every day.
Well, that would make the people around me so happy that business would come to their doors every day!
And Liu Afu's persistence finally paid off.
After Zhou Wen took back the second regiment again, he immediately held a training competition. Liu Afu and his company's persistence in training showed the results.
Ranking first in almost all subjects, even precision shooting, which they were not good at before, has several excellent shooters emerging this time.
At this time, Zhou Wen wanted to set an advanced example and immediately rewarded Dayang with a wave of his hand.
Company commander 100 yuan, platoon leader 30 yuan, squad leader 15 yuan, and soldier 10 yuan.
Looking at the white flowers in their hands, and seeing the envious and annoyed eyes of the brothers next door, the brothers finally felt proud. Then looking at the eyes of their company commander Liu Afu, they were even more impressed. It was still us.
The company commander has vision and brains, and the brothers have found the right person.
The rewards don't stop there. Among the first batch of people who came to Shanghai this time, Liu Afu and his company accounted for more than half. They were finally able to come out and breathe a sigh of relief, and I heard that they could get extra money. These good things were all achieved by the company in the first place.
How many supercilious eyes did he have to train with his brothers?
Since then, Liu Afu's Third Infantry Company has had its own sense of team honor and has become useful.
Just when Liu Afu was standing in the crowd, daydreaming, he suddenly noticed that Commander Zhou, who was communicating with someone in the distance, made a vague gesture.
Director Xiao Zhang, who was standing next to him, warned: "Brothers, be careful, I'm afraid we're going to take action."
Director Zhang's name is Zhang Xinhua. He was originally a minor official in the Central Party Committee. But last year, when Zhou Wen and Liu Ruoshui were drinking and talking in a restaurant, several ruffians from the Military Police Corps came to occupy the place and drive them away. It was this seemingly weak man who
The young man who looked like a scholar was blocking the stairs. Faced with the intimidation and beatings of several military policemen, he still refused to take a step back even though he knew he was outmatched.
It was rare for Zhou Wen to see a courageous and courageous official in the officialdom of the Republic of China. Even though his position was only the lowest-level clerk in the party department, Zhou Wen still admired him and intended to promote him.
Therefore, Zhou Wen asked Zhang Xinhua to serve as the liaison between the party headquarters and the teaching corps. This suddenly pushed Zhang Xinhua's status to the level of a mid-level official.
Later, when the Party Headquarters wanted to appoint the Director of the Political Department to the Second Detachment, Zhou Wen specified that Zhang Xinhua should be appointed as the director and put forward a lot of reasons that the Party Headquarters could not refuse.
In this way, in just half a year, Zhang Xinhua, who was previously just a grassroots employee of the party department, skipped the three levels of supervisor, deputy section, and section, and directly became a deputy division-level official.
As for some people who may ask, why didn’t the original team send a director of the political department?
Haha! That’s because no one dared to go even if we were sent.
Anyone who knows the past history of Mr. Zhou will know how ruthless and ruthless this young man is.
Hey, I can't control which director of the political department you want to send, but whether the director suddenly gets sick and dies suddenly after arriving in Shanxi, or accidentally falls into a mountain stream during training, that's not something Zhou can control. If you don't fear death, just go ahead.
Come.
Of course, Zhou Wen had to give Liu Ruoshui the title of Director of the Political Department of the Central Party Committee without giving the Central Party Committee some scorn. This meant that our Teaching Corps was still a subordinate unit of the Party Headquarters, but what was the actual situation?
Just have a few.
Zhang Xinhua was very clear about the rules and regulations involved. Therefore, after he came to the Second Detachment (now the Second Regiment), he adopted a cautious attitude and never interfered with the specific affairs of the army. Regarding orders and instructions from the Party Headquarters, he
He also reported to Zhou Wen in time, and followed Zhou Wen's lead in everything.
Moreover, Director Zhang is also an elf. He knows that everything he has is thanks to Zhou Wen. Only by holding on to Zhou Wen's thigh can he possibly keep his status and position.
At the same time, he also knew that Commander Zhou's troops were known as the elite among the elite, and even Japan would have to be defeated.
If you want to gain a firm foothold in Commander Zhou's army, you will have to have some skills. Let's not talk about the issue of stable status. Even if you go to the battlefield one day, you must at least have the means to save your life.
Therefore, this little director Zhang had some perseverance, so he worked hard and trained with his brothers.
After this year, not only did I become physically stronger, but I also acquired basic military qualities. I also performed some tactical moves in a decent manner, and also won the favor of the officers and soldiers. Over time, the grassroots officers and soldiers of the Second Regiment
Zhong also won everyone's respect.
Since Zhang Xinhua had mostly run official duties in Shanghai and Nanjing when he was at the grassroots level, and was relatively familiar with Shanghai, Zhou Wen brought him out this time, intending to use his strengths in dealing with local officials, and some of them communicated with the local military and government.
Just let him do it.
Zhang Xinhua knew that this was his opportunity to show off his talents in front of Commander Zhou, so he naturally wanted to perform well.
He was not like a battlefield veteran like Liu Afu, who could be distracted and wandering while paying close attention to Commander Zhou's actions. His palms were sweating all the time, and he was nervously watching Zhou Wen's every move.
Now that I saw Zhou Wen's gesture, I knew he was about to take action. My heart tightened and I couldn't help but blurt out a reminder to everyone.
At this moment, they also saw a large group of dark people in the distance slowly walking towards them. Judging from the number of people, there were probably no more than four or five hundred people.
Moreover, most of these people have dark arms and are wearing open jackets, but they all have sticks and other things in their hands. It seems that they are coming with bad intentions.
The original workers on the dock might cause trouble, and Zhou Wen was already prepared in his mind, so he specifically told the officers and soldiers of the Second Regiment to be ready to take action.
Of course, taking action is not a war, and naturally you cannot use guns, so behind this group of officers and soldiers, there are piles of bundles of white wax poles more than one meter long.
Each white wax pole is about the same length as a rifle. It is usually used as a tool for brothers to practice stabbing. It hurts people when it is poked, but it is not easy to hurt, let alone fatal. It is most suitable for such folk group fights.
The sticks were quickly passed from the back row to the front row. The brothers each had a stick in their hands and were all squatting on the ground, waiting for the next order.