The room where Zhou Wen and the others slept was arranged next to the regiment headquarters, and was adjacent to the kitchen.
The house is not big, about 10 square meters, and a kang takes up half of it. Two quilts on the kang are neatly stacked and leaned against the corner. There is a long bench under the window on the other side. Next to the bench are two earthen basins and a wooden bucket. Two new towels are hung on the wall. Oil lamps hung on the pillars in the corner of the kang.
Gao Xiaoshan said to Zhou Wen: "Awen, our regiment leader thinks highly of you. I'm afraid you won't get used to it, so I don't let you sleep in the same bunk with your brothers. You usually eat at the regiment headquarters, and the kitchen is next door. If If you are hungry and want something to eat, you can go next door to see Old Uncle Wu, he is very kind."
"Brother Shanzi, I'm so embarrassed. The arrangement was so thoughtful. I have to thank the leader in person tomorrow."
"It's okay, we just want you to treat this place as your home. You are also tired today, so take a rest early. I will wake you up early tomorrow morning. If there is nothing else, I will leave." "Hey, Brother Shanzi, walk slowly. "Brother Shanzi, take a rest early." Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng each said.
As soon as Gao Xiaoshan left, old Uncle Wu from next door came out and said, "Little scholar Zhou, bring over your new clothes and take a shower to change. The hot water is ready."
The two of them were overjoyed when they heard there was water to take a bath. They hadn't taken a bath since they came out of Taiyuan, and their bodies were almost covered with lice. The shoes on my feet are also torn. It's time to completely replace it from scratch.
After taking a shower and thanking Uncle Wu, the two returned to the house. Xu Dacheng closed the door thiefly, gesticulated with his hands in claws and said to Zhou Wen: "Awen, do it to me again?" "Do you want me to do it again?" What a ghost, are you gay??" Zhou Wen was so disgusted by this guy that he even got goosebumps.
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The next morning, before dawn, in an open space in front of the regiment headquarters, two figures were criss-crossing each other, fighting fiercely. The taller one had his hands in a posture to protect his chest. The legs are staggered and kicked out like a spiral, with the wind blowing on the legs, pressing forward step by step.
The shorter man made moves with both hands and nimble steps, neutralizing the opponent's attacks one by one. When the wind in the opponent's legs becomes more and more intense, and when the side kicks and straight kicks are rising, I find a gap, use the force of the kick, lightly use my left hand to relieve the force of the kick, and bully the opponent like lightning, hitting with hands, elbows, Three shoulder-to-shoulder strikes, knocking the opponent to the ground.
The people fighting were none other than Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng.
Since their strength increased, the two of them have not had a chance to exercise and adapt. Once you reach the regiment headquarters, there is no need to hide your clumsiness anymore. Finally being able to give full play to their abilities, the two of them had the idea of competing. Get up early today and give it a try.
In the past, the two often sparred. Xu Dacheng was taller and had longer legs, but Zhou Wen was not strong enough to break through his chain of legs, and always suffered defeat.
Today, Mr. Zhou avenged his shame. The moves he made just now were coherent and natural. They captured the essence of Liuhe Quan's outer three combinations: the combination of hands and feet, the combination of elbows and knees, and the combination of shoulders and hips. I felt that my martial arts had improved greatly and I felt extremely comfortable.
He stepped forward and pulled Xu Dacheng up and said: "Dacheng, your leg skills are the best, but your brain is not good. You must know that hardness cannot last long and softness cannot be defended. You only attack fiercely but don't know how to defend. It is really a mistake." Overcome the taboo of military strategists. We will go to the battlefield in the future, and the principles of fighting and martial arts are actually the same."
Xu Dacheng curled his lips and muttered: "In the past, I didn't have to teach you any truths when I won, but now you win, you're the only one with five people and six people. In fact, it's just a joke."
"Hahaha! Yes, it's just a blow. I've been suppressed by you before, but now I'm finally proud, hahaha! Besides, I don't have the strength to suppress you, so I'm holding back my strength. Good brother, just let me play a blow once." Zhou Wen laughed and said, then put his arms around Xu Dacheng's neck and entered the house.
Little did they know that everything just happened was seen by Wang Huzi in the room.
Wang Huzi was almost destroyed by Zhou Wen's combination of punches yesterday. He slept lightly at night and woke up when Zhou Wen and the others started fighting. He stood up and looked out through the crack in the door.
Although it was still dark, I could distinguish the figures, and I gasped just looking at them. Wang Huzi is also talented in kung fu. Although the two are young, their moves are rigorous and their speed and strength are perfectly matched. They are already the prototype of famous masters. You may not even be your opponent.
When I saw the two of them walking back to the room laughing and joking, a stone fell in my heart. After all, it was the nature of a young man to hide his scheming. Otherwise, we have to consider whether this small temple of ours cannot accommodate a great god.
But then I remembered Zhou Wen's words just now: "I didn't use any strength to suppress you. I'm holding back my strength." The corner of his eye twitched again, "This is called holding back my strength. If I don't hold back my strength, wouldn't I be flying?" Look, it's still dark. , walked back and prepared to take a nap. Old people can't stand the torment of young people.
At dawn, Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng dressed up neatly, wearing large hats, iron-gray military uniforms with belts, and leggings on their feet. Except for one missing gun, they were already the standard military attire of this era. "Finally put on the military uniform again." Zhou Wen said with emotion.
Gao Xiaoshan also came, looking at the two people's attire with admiring eyes and said: "Awen, you are really good at it, you can do it all without anyone's instruction. This military uniform looks refreshing." Then he looked at their clothes. Leggings, "I've never seen this style of leggings before. They look nice and strong."
Zhou Wen said with a smile: "This is the eight-character fighting method, which requires two leggings. If Brother Shanzi likes it, I can teach you. It's very simple."
While several people were talking, the group leader, Wang Huzi, also dressed in military uniform and high-top leather shoes, walked out with a big eye-roller on his waist. Everyone stood at attention and saluted, "Let's go." After Wang Huzi said this, he looked at Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng's clothes, nodded and walked out first. Everyone followed behind.
Not long after leaving the village and walking north, a river beach appeared in front of us. Because the river beach was full of sand and gravel and could not be planted, it became a training ground for the supplementary regiment.
To the east of the river beach, there are already many elderly soldiers training under the leadership of officers. "That's the training ground for the Second Battalion of our regiment. The guard company is here." Gao Xiaoshan introduced in Zhou Wen's ear and pointed to the west with his finger.
At this time, Zhou Wen already knew through Gao Xiaoshan that the guard company was a group of teenagers, basically the nephews and nephews of Wang Huzi and his group of old brothers. After Wang Huzi was recruited, he came to join the army one after another. Because of his young age, Wang Huzi was organized into a company of guards, and the company commander was Gao Xiaoshan.
When everyone came to the west side, they saw dozens of young soldiers running on the river beach.
Wang Huzi shouted: "Old Ma, come here." I saw a lean little old man who was standing supervising the running of the teenagers. I couldn't tell whether he was an officer or a soldier. He limped over and asked with a smile: "Captain, what do you want to say?"
"Send people to set up a few targets by the river, from here..." Wang Huzi said this and turned to look at Zhou Wen.
"Put one up each at 100 meters, 200 meters, and 300 meters." Zhou Wen said to Wang Huzi. The 100 meters is used to calibrate the gun, while the 200 meters and 300 meters are used to test the marksmanship. As for the distance above 400 meters, I would not dare to try it without using a gun that I am familiar with. The competition is not about marksmanship but luck.
