Rise From Eight Hundred

The killing intent was bursting out.

The stimulation made Leng Feng and Li Jiujin, who had just climbed up, feel a chill in their backs.

Although the killing intent was not aimed at them, the intuition cultivated from the battlefield still made them feel the cold killing intent, which showed how terrible the old man surnamed Han was.

Leng Feng endured the pain from his sternum and stared at the old man's back. As long as he dared to attack the Tang Dao, he would rush up even if he was defeated.

Others didn't know, but he, who had experienced it personally, knew it best. His legs seemed to be faster than the other, but in fact he had no intention of hurting the enemy, just to protect himself.

From the moment the old man wrapped his wrist with one hand, he knew he couldn't win. The power of that hand was much greater than he imagined. He even suspected that the old man let him kick twice, just to let him have two more moves, so as not to be too embarrassed.

And the last collision, he even restrained a lot of strength, otherwise he should still be lying on the ground now.

The feeling of being completely suppressed by the opponent was something he had never experienced before, even when fighting against the Tang Dao. In other words, in Leng Feng's heart, the old man was actually a master who was two points more terrifying than the Tang Dao.

Li Jiujin could not help but touch his waist. When dealing with such a "murderer", his two brushes would only be useless. It would be safer to use a gun.

Niu Er kept holding the gun, but cold sweat flowed down his forehead involuntarily.

It was very simple. Although the old man had his back to them, with such a big target, he could hit him without even aiming at his current shooting level.

But Niu Er had an extremely strange illusion. He could shoot, but the old man would not necessarily die. This was the first time that the sharpshooter had no confidence in killing the opponent at a distance of less than ten meters.

Of course, more importantly, the old man was almost in a straight line with the Tang Dao. Even if he really shot and hit him, Niu Er could not guarantee that the bullet would not pass through the human body and hit the Tang Dao opposite him.

He dared not fire his rifle, not to mention the mg34 machine gun in Heizi's hand. He was confident that he could smash the scary old man into pieces with a burst of bullets, but that would probably involve the Tang Dao.

Facing the old man who was about to rise up, the four officers who killed people like crazy on the battlefield were so nervous that they almost stopped breathing.

Four people faced one person, with rifles and machine guns, but they were so nervous that they didn't want to move. If this scene was spread to the regiment, it would definitely make people laugh to death.

But no one thought it was funny. The old man in front of them definitely had such strength.

Perhaps, only the instigator, Tang Dao, was calm.

No matter what the old man's reaction was, at least he knew that he seemed to have guessed it by accident. This old man surnamed Han must have a close relationship with his instructor.

"Forget it. I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who remember the past and want my head. However, no matter what, you are heroes who killed the devils. What if I give you my head?" The old man stared at Tang Dao's face with sorrow. "But before I die, I only ask Captain Tang not to let Master Yue know that I am dead. Just say that I have something important to do and leave temporarily."

It was Tang Dao's turn to laugh and cry. "Why should I kill you, Uncle Han? I just asked if you know Ma Guangda. That's someone my old friend mentioned to me. He also has such boxing skills."

"You have tried me for so long, just for this?" The old man was stunned by Tang Dao's trick.

Obviously, Tang Dao's careful planning to find such a secluded place was to let his subordinates test it. In the old man's world, it was more in line with the plot of seeking revenge. More importantly, it was particularly in line with his personality.

If he had not been hiding from his enemies, how could he be willing to remain anonymous for so many years as a servant with such superb skills?

"What else?" Tang Dao spread his hands, but he was indescribably excited.

Because, just now when the old man surnamed Han was about to break up, he said, Ma Mou, does that mean his surname is Ma?

If that is true, then it might be the instructor's ancestor.

And the instructor's ancestor is a well-known master of national martial arts in China. The famous "Eight Blades of Broken Front" of the Northwest Army came from his great grandfather.

The Northwest Army was able to fight the Japanese army, who were good at stabbing, with a thousand against a thousand, and use broadswords to kill the heads of the Japanese army, who were good at stabbing, all over the ground. This is closely related to the "Eight Blades of Broken Front" they practiced hard. If it were any other army, they would take up broadswords to fight the enemy in an organized manner, and the result would definitely not be so wonderful.

And for Tang Dao, after the formation of the Four Lines Regiment, the most headache for him was probably not the equipment of the Four Lines Regiment, but the hand-to-hand tactics of the officers and soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment.

Although the independent battalion had several bayonet-to-bayonet clashes with the Japanese army before and did not suffer any loss, most of the soldiers who participated in the hand-to-hand combat were veterans who had survived hundreds of battles on the battlefield. After rounds of elimination, the remaining soldiers had much higher skills and willpower than ordinary soldiers.

If the current 2,000 people of the Four-Line Regiment fought a hand-to-hand combat with the same number of Japanese soldiers, I am afraid that they would lose. After all, strong men like Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, and Leng Feng are a minority. No matter how fierce they are, they cannot decide the entire battlefield.

Tang Dao urgently needs to improve the overall individual combat level of the Four-Line Regiment. Originally, Tang Dao could be the instructor, but as the head of the regiment, he had too many things to do in the regiment, and he had to have that time.

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The old man with strong individual combat ability in front of him was the most suitable candidate. This relationship had to be established no matter what, and the person had to stay. At that moment, Tang Dao had countless thoughts in his mind and made a decision.

"Please rest assured, Uncle Han. Today's incident is just that Tang Dao discovered that Uncle Han is a master. There are many secrets in the army, so there can be no hidden dangers." Tang Dao took a deep breath and explained.

And waved to the nervous people not far away, indicating that they don't need to be nervous. Li Jiujin loosened his hand on the gun handle, and the two special forces also breathed a sigh of relief and took their hands off the trigger.

"As the head of a regiment, Captain Tang should be so vigilant. It's Ma who thinks too much." Seeing Tang Dao say this, the old man showed relief on his face. "It's just that Ma has never shown his kung fu. I don't know why Captain Tang suspects Ma?"

"Haha, Ms. Dong can do such a big business, how could she be so careless to put Yue Yiman and his son in danger? Uncle Han must be extraordinary. This is one." Tang Dao chuckled. "Second, I said this is what my intuition told me, I don't know if Uncle Han believes it?"

The commander is here again! Li Jiujin looked at the sky speechlessly.

Whenever there are things that cannot be explained, such as the Japanese army's mobilization or even the Japanese army's troop allocation, Tang Dao will hit the nail on the head, but Tang Dao always attributes it to his intuition.

So, this thing is omnipotent! It's strange that the old man can believe it.

"I believe it!" The old man nodded. "My sixth sense also tells me that if it is a fighting arena, you can't beat me, but if it is a battlefield, I will die in your hands."

These two are both playing mysterious things, and they are quite a match. Li Jiujin decided to take back the idea in his mind just now.

When can I also win the old abacus by intuition? How beautiful it would be, winning all the dog days.

"What is the relationship between your old friend and Guangda?" The old man brought the topic back.

"My eldest brother and Ma Guangda met in the army and were as close as brothers. Even the Bajiquan that Tang Dao learned came mostly from him." Tang Dao said.

"No wonder you can tell the essence of my boxing. My nephew Guangda got my instruction when he was young and learned my boxing. His skills are pretty good. But I didn't expect that he died in the battle at the Great Wall four years ago, and I, his uncle, was unable to avenge him. Every time I think about it, I feel very sad!" The old man talked about the past, with a trace of grief on his face.

"Are you the brother of Master Ma?" Tang Dao was surprised and happy.

He never expected that he would actually meet this legendary person.

In terms of fame, Master Ma mentioned by Tang Dao is well-known throughout the country. He is proficient in Baji Pijia, Liuhe Gunfighting, Tang Dao Fighting, etc. He has made innovations based on his predecessors, and introduced the Tongbei boxing in the Central Plains to the Northwest and established his own school.

His younger brother is also a martial arts master. He once repelled hundreds of bandits with his bare hands. The two brothers served as the chief instructors of the Northwest Army's hand-to-hand tactics and edited the "Hand-to-hand Tactics Tutorial".

His son Ma Guangda was good at swordsmanship. He served as the captain of the Northwest Army Pistol Team for a long time. During the Great Wall War of Resistance, he served as the instructor of the 29th Army Sword Team, but died heroically in the Battle of Xifengkou.

However, Tang Dao's instructor once said that there was another great-great-grandfather in their family who was the real top master of the Ma family. He was obsessed with martial arts since childhood. It was he who integrated the fierce Bajiquan and the soft Taijiquan into a new boxing.

However, because he saw injustice on the road and killed the son of a warlord, he was hunted down by the warlord using all kinds of connections. He had to hide his name and wander around the world in his prime. He did not return until the end of the war, which made his family regretful.

Unexpectedly, Tang Dao met him here.

"If we only talk about the achievements in spreading national martial arts, he can be regarded as a master, which is much better than me." Hearing Tang Dao call his brother so respectfully, the old man smiled.

However, there was a sense of arrogance in his words, which meant that if it was considered national martial arts, it was not.

However, judging by the skills he showed at this moment, it can be said.

Although he said that if it was just a simple competition, Tang Dao would not be his opponent, but if it was a life-and-death fight, Tang Dao, who was proficient in various killing skills, would most likely have the last laugh, but Tang Dao did not dare to assert so. The martial arts masters he knew were all ruthless and deadly. They were not so easy to deal with. They were not just show-offs. They would grab eyes, grab throats, hit waists and kick crotches. That was normal!

"That's like a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple. It's almost like a family member didn't recognize each other. My eldest brother often heard Brother Guangda talk about you, saying that you are the best master of their Ma family." Tang Dao laughed. "No matter what, you can't leave today, for Brother Guangda."

"I am a criminal, and the wanted order has not been withdrawn yet!" The old man smiled bitterly.

"You are Uncle Han, what does it have to do with the wanted order?" Tang Dao said.

Before the old man spoke, Tang Dao pointed to the distance, "Look, Shitou and his friends are coming over. It looks like they have made a lot of gains. Let me show off my skills tonight and make some spicy rabbit meat. I'll buy you a drink, Uncle Han!"

In the distance, Shitou and Yue Yiman each ran towards this side with a fat rabbit in their hands, Ximei chased them with her short legs, and Erya and Hammer followed closely behind.

Today's gains are great.

Both for the children and Tang Dao.

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