Hu Yi never expected that Captain Liang would spare him from the daily afternoon stabbing practice with the student team, but he would be directly treated as a soldier by the secret service battalion and given to Wang Liujin to participate in the military training of the secret service battalion every afternoon.
Hu Yi didn't like this practice of training without even knowing the purpose. Unfortunately, he couldn't help it now.
"Student Hu Yi is here to report!"
"Enter the queue." Wang Liujin waved his hand seriously.
On the playground in winter, training is in full swing. The routine training of the special agent camp is no different from that of ordinary soldiers.
They are queuing up to wait for the instructor to arrive.
After a short time, the company commander and the instructor walked side by side to the front of the training team.
The salute is over.
The special agent company commander looked around: "Let me introduce to you, this is our new instructor Comrade Park Buhuan."
Hu Yi didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, and he looked a little dazed.
It is better to practice stabbing. The Eighth Route Army's special skills must be brought into play.
Hu Yi was really dumbfounded. Why was he practicing sword thrusting everywhere?
"Hey, let me give you a demonstration first. That soldier Hu Lian, come out!"
After being pushed by the soldier next to him with his arm, Hu Yi came to his senses and glanced at the proud Park Buhuan.
After getting out of the queue, with the help of Wang Liujin, they put on their protective gear and tightly held the training wooden spear with the tip wrapped in cloth. The soldiers immediately formed a circle around them.
Hu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his aura suddenly changed, as if he was a different person, and he stepped forward.
His eyes were fixed on Pu Buhuan, but he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Why did you run into the mountain?"
Park Buhuan was taken away by the special agent battalion commander. Hu Yi studied during the day and went to the division hospital to report to work at night. The two had not met each other in the past two days.
"After Tian Sanqi came back, a Japanese group happened to use the security team to enter the mountain. I guess the Japanese were going to cause trouble again, so I took a group of Wang Xiaosan's people into the mountain." Pu Huan finished in a low voice, Then he shouted: "Get ready to use your gun!"
Hu Yi held the wooden gun in his right hand and held the handguard tightly, with his thumb lightly touching his crotch. With the sole of his right foot as the axis, he turned half of his body to the right. At the same time, he took a step forward with his left foot, keeping the distance between his feet shoulder-width apart and his toes facing Pu. Bu Huan bent his knees slightly, leaned forward, put pressure on the tiger's mouth, thrust forward with four fingers, and quickly thrust the gun forward and slightly to the left.
Pu Buhuan grasped the wooden gun tightly and swung it sideways quickly, with the gun face slightly to the left, keeping his left eye in line with Hu Yi's stabbing shot. He looked at Hu Yi with both eyes, but he kept saying: "Well done!"
With a muffled sound, the two guns collided for the first time, and then they immediately separated.
"How is the situation over there with the security team?" Hu Yi asked again.
"Hey, the superiors agreed that the security team would openly defect to the Japanese, and asked us to get 100,000 feet of cloth and send it to the mountains within a month." After Pu Buhuan finished speaking in a low voice, he immediately gave instructions loudly: "Pay attention to the essentials of the action: push the top to send, Two at the same time, the same height!"
There was another muffled sound, the gun bodies touched together, and the two of them separated again.
"Let's get down to business, why are you here?"
"The group of Japs who entered the mountain had been ambushing them in the valley to the east. I was always wondering at the time that when the division received the news that the Japs were entering the mountain, they did not arrange troops to stop them, so they sent a large mine to the group of Japs." After Bu Huan finished speaking, he shouted: "Well done!"
He blocked Hu Yi's stabbing spear head, and then took advantage of his height and strength to stab Hu Yi in the abdomen with a shot, directly knocking Hu Yi over.
"Okay!" The soldiers around saw the instructor's victory and immediately clapped.
Many people even thought to themselves: How good is that guy named Hu from the Independent Group? It turns out that he is not that good at fighting.
Seeing Hu Yi getting up from the ground, Pu Buhuan proudly ordered: "Put down the gun!"
Hu Yi immediately used the sole of his right foot as an axis, turned half of his body to the left, then retracted his left foot. He quickly handed the gun to his right hand with his left hand, and stood at attention with the gun in his hand.
Seeing that Hu Yi had completed the standard retracting action of the gun, Park Buhuan immediately explained: "Everyone, please remember, what I said about pressing and sending is to use the pressure of the tiger's mouth and the force of the four fingers to send the gun out at the same time;
The second is at the same time, that is, turning, kicking and shooting must be at the same time, and both hands must hold the gun with force at the same time;
Normal height means that the bayonet point on the gun should be at the same height as the opponent's throat. When thrusting forward, you should block with the gun according to the opponent and then thrust. Do you understand?
"Understood." They responded uniformly, but most of them were muttering. They have been practicing swordsmanship since they joined the army. How can they enter the secret service camp if they don't even understand the basics?
"Next person."
As soon as Pu Buhuan's voice fell, a tall and thin soldier immediately stepped forward.
In his understanding, the company commander of the independent regiment was beaten with just three shots. The legendary company commander Hu, who only knew how to waste bullets, was just that, and he wanted to show his face in front of the instructors.
Wang Liujin helped Hu Yi take off his protective gear and threw it directly to the soldier who had just come out. Someone immediately stepped forward to help.
Hu Yi threw the wooden gun into the hands of the helping soldier and stood one step behind Pu Buhuan.
Wang Liujin also came over: "Oh, you two, can you give me some face and be serious?"
"Get lost!" Pu Buhuan shouted.
The platoon that Wang Liujin is leading now is an elite group selected from more than 300 people in the secret service camp!
He was able to become this platoon leader because the secret service platoon came out this time and assisted the division in killing a brigade commander of the security army!
He also sold the body for five thousand yuan, and he had only become a platoon commander not long ago. It was impossible to be promoted to a company, but no matter how expanded the company was, a company commander would not be able to escape safely.
The soldier wearing the protective gear is very confident. Judging from the two thrusts just now, this instructor who is said to be proficient in firearms is obviously trying to show off his skills. He must know that there is no mediocrity in our secret service camp!
Stand still and concentrate.
Instructor Park still seemed to stop casually.
Hey, instructor, you have to be careful. If this wooden gun stabs the body, it will hurt a lot!
"Well, you are right." Pu Buhuan smiled slightly: "Be prepared to use a gun!"
The warrior descended the mountain like a tiger, his skilled hands constantly changing the force on the wooden gun body, and his cloth shoes changing pace on the ground. According to the essentials of the stabbing technique: press the top, and at the same time, the head of the spear, which is generally high, swings left and right like a poisonous snake, and stabs out.
Pu Buhuan shook his head slightly: "The lower plate is unstable!"
The wooden gun in his hand was like a dragon coming out of the sea. It was horizontally attached to the wooden gun thrust by the tall and thin man. The gun bodies did not touch each other hard, but the rifles seemed to be stuck together, and the sound of wood friction could be heard.
The tall and lanky warrior felt a strong force coming from the gun body. The opponent's gun body shook slightly, and with a twist, the opponent's gun head stabbed directly into his chest.
Because he used too much force and used old tricks, he was so frightened that he immediately turned around and tried to avoid the seemingly unpleasant direct thrust.
Unfortunately, the speed of turning around could not compare with the speed of the spear. He was directly stabbed in the chest by the gun and fell backwards on all fours.
He was stabbed directly over in one round, and the force used on this hand was not small.
There was another round of cheers all around.
The tall and thin soldier quickly got up with a gray face, secretly saying that it was not good, the instructor was a master of marksmanship! However, I must have been careless just now.
After standing in position, the wood-covered spear points on both sides shook before he could turn around and use force.
Park Buhuan's wooden gun hit him directly.
It was too late to react. The spear head was stabbed so hard that he stumbled back several steps.
"Despicable, instructor. You actually attacked me secretly?"
"Hey, we are face to face, what kind of sneak attack do you think I am doing?" Pu Buhuan said with a black line, "Then let's do it again, I will give you one hand, and you will stab first?"
The surrounding soldiers were dumbfounded, stabbing with one hand?
Never seen it before!
The instructor must be good at martial arts!
He quickly opened his eyes wide, not daring to miss a move.
The third round begins.
This time, the tall and lanky soldier was very alert and did not dare to be careless at all. His eyes were fixed on Pu Buhuan, and the instructor's footsteps were focused on him from the corner of his eyes. However, Instructor Pu held a wooden gun in his right hand and pressed the butt of the gun with his forearm. , still standing casually, shouted: "Have you not eaten? Use all your strength to feed!"
This is a bit humiliating!
"Prepare your gun!"
Park Buhuan was not too confident. The first shot just now tested the strength of the warrior's hand. It was obvious that his nutrition had not kept up, his strength was insufficient, and he probably had no foundation in Chinese martial arts. The power coming from the gun of the tall and thin warrior was too much. Much smaller than he imagined.
After being stabbed twice in a row, the soldier's psychology obviously took a toll.
And the most important thing is that the two sides are now one-on-one, no need to talk about tactics!
He had carefully studied the Japs' stabbing technique, which was derived from the swordsmanship and Western swordsmanship, which gave him great inspiration. With his momentum and strength, coupled with long-term training and skilled skills, he was able to defeat this stupid young man. no problem.
It is not unreasonable for the Japanese to fight in groups of three and defeat more than a dozen national troops.
When he was an instructor at the headquarters, he was bullied by Liu Manhe for a long time during the basic training of stabbing. In the ninth company, he met Tian Sanqi, who was desperate for his life, and Tang Dagou, who liked to play tricks. He had never taken advantage of them.
As for Hu Yi, he is also not a fuel-efficient lamp.
This time, I finally found a stupid young man to abuse! By the way, use the person in front of you to establish your authority!
As an instructor, of course you have to show off to the assassin when you first arrive. As for his ultimate skill of dodging bullets with a three-axe, you have to save it until the end, so that these elite country bumpkins who have been in the mountains for a long time know what it means that there are mountains beyond the mountains!
In this way, they will not be arrogant and really train hard and desperately.
Instructor Park takes great pains to teach!
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The Eighth Route Army lacked ammunition and had to practice hard at stabbing. At that time, national martial arts were respected and Japanese swordsmanship was looked down upon, and they suffered a lot.
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