"boom!"
Another wooden dummy shattered.
Tang Wen silently calculated that after the promotion, his punches were about one-third faster than before.
Well, with my current punching speed, if I get an opportunity, such as catching the enemy's mistake, I should be able to punch the opponent in actual combat.
Uh, no.
The enemy has made a mistake. If he can be killed with a knife or a stone, why should he waste his energy and energy on punching the opponent?
He looked at the headless stake with deep eyes.
I still need to practice my boxing skills.
This is just the beginning.
Once you reach the "master level", you might be able to fight in actual combat.
After thirty punches, Tang Wen's physical strength and spirit were both exhausted.
However, he was able to consciously speed up his visualization, and his experience value increased a lot.
[Skill: Kaishan Cannon Fist, entry level (45/1000)]
Returned to the dormitory and fell asleep.
The next day, at five o'clock in the morning, he woke up.
Before getting up, start practicing Hunyuan Zhuang.
Then put on your clothes and practice the eight steps of Vajra Kung Fu.
At seven o'clock, I came to the square on time and went into silence to practice the fire stake with everyone.
If you are an ordinary person, after practicing these three major exercises, you will not be able to do anything in the morning.
Eating, returning home, and cultivating their spirits are their only options.
But for Tang Wen, this day's training has just begun.
It is worth mentioning that, in addition to the Hunyuan Gong, which is a relatively difficult exercise, he practices the other eight Vajra Gong and Earth Fire Stake while wearing heavy weights of several hundred kilograms.
As a result, every time he stood still in the square, everyone else would push forward, trying not to let Tang Wen appear in their field of vision.
It’s so shocking!
canteen.
Heavy footsteps sounded.
Everyone knew that Tang Wen was coming without turning around.
In the morning, the guards rubbed their hands and approached Tang Wen with sticks maliciously.
"Hey, Tang Wen, you're welcome!"
"Go ahead."
"To tell you the truth, our guards want to beat you, so get in line!"
"Ha ha."
There was a banging sound.
Tang Wen held his breath and let the stick fall on him.
After dozens of thick wooden sticks were broken, the guards shook their sore wrists, cursed perverts, shook their heads and walked away.
Beating people doesn't give them any sense of accomplishment, so where can I go to reason with them?
[Hard Qigong, master (490/1000)]
After practicing hard qigong, he put on double-layered scale armor and weight-bearing clothing, and walked into the cafeteria.
After lunch, take a short rest.
In the afternoon, Tang Wen came to the plum blossom pile early.
Plum blossom piles vary in height and size.
He jumped up and exercised his steps on it.
Fortunately, the plum blossom piles are metal copper pillars. If they were made of wood, they would have to be replaced with new ones every day.
"Whoop, whoop, whoop"
Half an hour later, Tang Wen came down panting heavily. The weight was too heavy and he couldn't move.
He took off his five hundred kilograms of lead clothing.
He turned around and put on a 400-pound lead suit.
Suddenly there was an illusion of lightness.
If you feel you are good again, come again!
Another twenty minutes passed.
After coming down for a short rest, I put on three hundred kilograms of lead clothes, then two hundred kilograms, one hundred kilograms, until I didn't wear them at all.
He also has two pieces of scale armor and a pair of metal boots.
In total, it weighs three hundred kilograms.
But Tang Wen rushed up to the plum blossom pile, walking like flying.
With the extremely squeezing training method, Wuhenbu's experience value increased the fastest.
In the evening, he went back to his house to practice Hunyuan Zhuang and Diamond Kung Fu. After dinner, he continued to stand on the Zhuang Zhan. Later in the night, he practiced Kaishan Paoquan.
The day is packed with plans.
This happens every day, every day.
Zhou Bing's retreat time was much longer than Tang Wen expected.
On the seventh day, she still hadn't come back, so Tang Wen finally couldn't help but prepare to look for her.
As a result, Zhou Bing asked Mr. Xia to bring a message to Tang Wen.
After she came out of seclusion, she was taken away directly by Zhao Tong to participate in actual combat.
"How can we directly participate in actual combat when we have just made a breakthrough?"
Tang Wen was a little dissatisfied.
I didn't go to exercise for the first time all afternoon.
As a result, Zhang Lin and several familiar guards came to see him, thinking that he was sick.
As soon as they interrupted him, Tang Wen slowly calmed down.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it should be so.
It seems a little unreasonable for Zhou Bing to break through to the level of a martial artist and then hide in the underground palace.
"Attention everyone, take a break from exercising in the afternoon and go to the warehouse to move things."
"Attention everyone, this afternoon..."
Several guards shouted in the corridor and knocked on the doors of each room.
"Moving something?"
"Why are you moving things suddenly?"
"That's not right. Are you moving into our camp or moving outside?"
Thinking that there is still a state of war outside the camp, everyone is inevitably worried.
The guards led the way, and Tang Wen and Zhang Lin arrived at the warehouse door under the underground palace.
I saw many guards already busy, carrying bags of heavy objects and walking down from the ground.
"It's corn!"
Tang Tang moved his little nose and his eyes widened wider than anyone else's.
He was muttering in his mouth, as if he was counting how many years he would have enough food.
"The one who moved in from outside seems to have won the battle. At least he shouldn't have lost."
Everyone felt relieved and started to help enthusiastically.
Tang Wen also walked along the steps to the ground. The cold wind blew and he felt energetic.
"It's been a long time since I've seen the sun!" Tang Wen stretched.
The people who came up from the ground all stood in the same posture, opening their arms to embrace the sun.
Tang Wen smiled, no matter how safe the underground is and how good the environment is, people still have to bask in the sun frequently and should still live on the ground.
Where they were located was a large yard filled with grain trucks.
When the guards saw Tang Wen, they joked: "Here comes a capable man! Tang Wen, how many bags are you going to carry at one time?"
The sacks are larger than ordinary bags, weighing more than 100 kilograms each.
Tang Wen looked at the environment, suddenly pointed at the thick cloth on the ground and asked, "Is this strong?"
"Sturdy. It's rainproof. What, how many bags do you want to pack and carry?"
Tang Wen shook his head: "Since it's strong, I have a faster way. Come, Zhang Lin, help."
They found four people. Two people were holding the two corners of the rainproof cloth at the entrance of the underground palace on the ground, and threw the rainproof cloth down the steps. There were also two people in the underground palace holding the corners of the cloth.
The four of them used all their strength to hold on to the rainproof cloth.
Taking advantage of the height difference, a simple slide is ready.
Sliding the rice bag down the "cloth slide" is much faster than moving it down.
Commander Zhang saw this and praised: "Xiao Tang is smart, come here, team one and two, help pull the cloth. Team three and four are on top. I will pick up the remaining teams, and then go to the warehouse." Move here."
Efficiency suddenly improved.
Commander Zhang grabbed Tang Wen and chatted: "Your boy is from the outer city. After the examination next month, do you want to come back and manage the outer city with me?"
Tang Wen respected the people who lost their arms on the battlefield and protected the camp: "If there is a chance, of course I would. But I am just an ordinary soldier, and I have to listen to our captain."
"That's easy to say, your captain should come too!"
Tang Wen nodded repeatedly and asked in a low voice: "Did we win?"
"Haha, what do you think means a win?" Commander Zhang's words sounded like a test.
What counts as winning?
Of course, the opponent suffered a huge defeat, suffered heavy casualties, ceded territory to pay compensation, and knelt down to beg for mercy.
But when he thought about it carefully, he found it impossible.
If the opponent can't beat him, won't he run away?
The Black Mountain Camp is a slave camp, and the high-ranking rulers are mostly experts.
It's hard to kill masters. If they can't beat them, they'll run away. At worst, they won't be needed in the camp.
Who can bear it if they attack you every day, kill your people, and burn your camp?
So, in this cruel environment, how can we win?
Looking at Tang Wen deep in thought.
A glimmer of appreciation flashed in Commander Zhang's eyes, he did not answer hastily, and said something about fighting and killing. His calmness was more than 90% of the people in the barracks.
After thinking for a while, after half of the hundreds of carts of food had been moved, Tang Wen raised his head and said, "I think winning is a win if there are few casualties, there are resources to make money, and you can strengthen yourself!"
The admiration in Commander Zhang's eyes turned into deep surprise: "Not bad! Not bad! You are a very good boy."
He sighed in his heart: If my boy has this talent and knowledge, let alone lose an arm, he will die in battle this time, and there will be no regrets!
After moving the food, life in the underground palace returned to normal.
Practicing martial arts became the only thing.
One month later, the assessment day arrived as scheduled.
