Scholars in the courtyard

"Master, what are you doing?"

Feeling the strength on Mr. Yang's fingers, Yang Xiaotao quickly spoke.

"Not much meat!"

But Mr. Yang was talking to himself, looked at Yang Xiaotao carefully, and finally asked.

"I can't believe how powerful you are with just a few kilograms of meat."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless, is this meat?

But he can't talk nonsense, because he is very strong, which is due to taking Dali Pill. If he really wants to explain it, he can only say that he is gifted.

"Master, we are fitters, we can't do it if we don't have the strength."

Mr. Yang nodded. He could see that Yang Xiaotao was energetic, and he was more energetic than ordinary people.

Although it was strange, I didn't take it seriously.

In that turbulent era, strange people appeared in large numbers, and it was common for people to be killed with one punch.

Yang Xiaotao is just more powerful and has not yet reached a magical state.

"Your strength would have been in vain if you didn't practice kung fu before."

"But it's not easy to have such strength. Speaking of poor culture and rich martial arts, in the past few years, everyone has not had enough to eat, and their martial arts training has only been limited."

Mr. Yang sat on the side and took out a cigarette bag and started pressing the leaves. Yang Xiaotao took out a lighter and lit it for him.

Mr. Yang lit the cigarette, took two puffs, and then exhaled the smoke.

"If we go forward ten years or so, I can take you to walk around the battlefield."

"See blood and practice your courage."

Yang Xiaotao was also moved by what the grandpa said so boldly.

People of this era have been injured by war, but they are not afraid of war.

Because they dare to fight

Even when facing the American imperialists at that time, they fought as hard as they could and won, creating seventy years of peace.

At this time, the backbone of the nation was hardened, and anyone who came to clamor had to be prepared for a nationwide war.

"That is, who doesn't know your deeds in the old days? It was the master who held the fort with three guns and frightened the two dogs to call him grandpa."

"Ha ha"

"You kid, you heard everything wrong."

Mr. Yang hit Yang Xiaotao on the head with a cigarette pot, grinning, then a little sad.

"In that blockhouse, there are not only Ergouzi, but also five little Japs. But our people have already made arrangements, and we opened the door inside."

"If it weren't for the three-gun gun at that time, what your grandfather had in his hand was a Japanese 38 gun with only two bullets."

"When I rushed in, I fired a shot and hit a traitor. Then I rushed up with a bayonet, and the people behind rushed in."

Yang Xiaotao listened attentively, this is a legend.

"I went up and immediately met three little devils."

"The head is about the same height as a donkey, but it's very thick and its arms are very thick."

"But I wasn't afraid either. I held the bayonet in my hand. I dodged the knife and stabbed it into the stomach on the left. Then I stepped sideways and hit the Japanese on the right with the butt of my rifle on the head."

"But here."

Mr. Yang pointed to the left side of his waist, "I was stabbed by that little devil. It's such a long wound."

A slap gesture.

"Master, you are awesome!"

Yang Xiaotao said it sincerely and admired him in his heart.

"Oh, you young people are so good. When you were young, you didn't need to go to the battlefield. When you grow up, the war will be over."

"so good!"

Yang Xiaotao was silent, and Mr. Yang also looked at the sky, lost in memories.

After a long time, Mr. Yang finished eating the cigarette pot, knocked hard on the wood twice to knock out the ashes, and then shouted.

"No matter when, having a good body is a blessing from God."

As he spoke, he stood up, put down his pipe, then walked to the side and pulled out a wooden stick, almost two meters long.

"My dear, I don't have any great skills. I just rolled around on the battlefield a few times and survived until now by luck."

"I'm going to teach you this skill of killing Japanese today. I just hope you don't need it one day."

Yang Xiaotao stood up suddenly and looked at Mr. Yang with a solemn face.

But Mr. Yang rolled up his sleeves, put his belt in, and held the stick like a spear, and his appearance suddenly changed.

He has a serious expression and a murderous aura surrounding him, making him look as cold as stone and emotionless.

Yang Xiaotao took a deep breath and walked aside to look carefully.

"My master has been on the battlefield for a while. He doesn't know anything else and can't learn anything else. Just one move, thrust!"

As he spoke, Mr. Yang took a lunge, lowered his waist, put his left hand in front of his right hand, his wooden stick slightly upward, and stared ahead.

This movement seemed to be deeply rooted in his bones, without any deliberate adjustment, it was just like this.

"kill!"

The low roar was like flat thunder, and Yang Xiaotao's heart was trembling and his whole body was trembling.

Then I saw the long stick thrust out and then retracted in less than a second. Mr. Yang still maintained his original posture.

If I hadn't blinked just now, I really thought I hadn't moved just now.

Mr. Yang stabbed the gun and stood up slowly. His body gradually relaxed and he exhaled a breath.

Obviously, the moment just now was a bit difficult.

"I'm old, I'm old."

Mr. Yang threw the long stick to Yang Xiaotao, "Come and try."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, took the long stick, imitated Mr. Yang's posture, bent his legs, left foot in front, right foot horizontally in a T shape, held the right hand at the back end, and looked straight ahead.

"Keep your center of gravity low, don't squeeze your right hand too tightly, rely on it for flexibility."

Mr. Yang pulled out a piece of firewood from the side and pointed at Yang Xiaotao to correct his posture.

"Yes, that's it."

"Don't move your feet, don't move your hands. Watch the right moment and move your hands and feet together."

"The force is generated by leaning on the waist. Don't lean back, lean forward."

While Mr. Yang was talking, Yang Xiaotao imitated Mr. Yang and started thrusting.

"kill!"

With a shout, the wooden stick was handed out and quickly taken back.

"Speak louder, aren't you full?"

Yang Xiaotao blushed and roared again.

"Kill~~"

"kill!"

"kill!"

There were roars one after another, and Yang Shitou, Yang Dazhuang and others who came to visit didn't think anything when they saw it. They had also received guidance from Mr. Yang, and even the militiamen of Yangjia Village would conduct regular training.

So I watched Yang Xiaotao practice and also watched from the sidelines, giving advice from time to time.

After a while, there was someone opposite Yang Xiaotao, and Yang Shitou was sparring with him with a wooden stick.

"When shooting, you have to go straight ahead. Don't think about anything, especially the next move. The more you think about it, the slower the gun will be!"

Yang Shitou had obviously been trained, and he performed well from the moment he came up. When the two faced off, it was Yang Shitou who took the initiative.

"Don't step back!"

Mr. Yang suddenly became stern, and Yang Xiaotao felt a pain in his calf and was hit with a stick.

Don't dare to move back.

"To fight with the bayonet is to fight with momentum, to move forward courageously, to meet on a narrow road, and to dare to attack."

"If you take a step back, your morale will be reduced by one point, and the enemy's morale will increase by three points. Where can you retreat to?"

Yang Xiaotao nodded and kept it in mind.

These are all experiences gained from fighting on the battlefield. They are concise and to the point.

Later, Yang Xiaotao and Yang Shitou practiced for a while. Mr. Yang on the side kept giving guidance and corrections, and their understanding and application of thrust became more and more proficient.

"Xiao Tao, your strength is extraordinary, so remember, don't use your full strength unless absolutely necessary."

"Take out seven points of force with your gun, and keep three points in your hand."

"Your seven points are more powerful than an ordinary person's full-strength blow."

When Yang Xiaotao was sitting aside to rest, Mr. Yang came over and said, obviously this was for Yang Xiaotao to come to Xiaozao alone.

Maybe it was because of his good talent, or maybe it was related to the military training in his previous life. After only practicing for an hour or so, the person who practiced with him changed from Yang Shitou to Yang Dazhuang.

Now Yang Shitou is no match for Yang Xiaotao at all, especially with the flexibility of Yang Xiaotao's seven-point attack and three-point attack, it becomes difficult for even Yang Dazhuang to face him.

By the afternoon, Yang Dazhuang stopped working and no longer looked for punishment.

In his words, Yang Xiaotao is a pervert. In just a short time, he is better than him, a veteran who has been training for more than ten years. With this talent and strength, he cannot accept it.

Even Mr. Yang sighed after watching it, there is no place for heroes.

Yang Xiaotao felt ashamed after hearing this. The future is the era of rifles. Isn’t the AK47 good now?

Everyone has one pole and eight bars, who will give you a chance to fight with a bayonet?

However, Yang Xiaotao didn't dare to say it out loud. Instead, he practiced harder and regarded it as a way to strengthen his body.

On the night of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Xiaotao invited Yang Dazhuang, Yang Shitou and others at home. They drank a bottle of Maotai and went home.

Yang Xiaotao fell asleep with longing for the future.

After a while, two snoring sounds were heard in the room, one after another.

One night passed, and when he got up in the morning, Yang Xiaotao practiced lunging in the yard as ordered by Mr. Yang. This thing looked simple, but it was a hard work and had to be practiced every day.

Yang Xiaotao also feels that this kind of exercise has an effect on the body. At least after practicing a sweat every day, he feels refreshed.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but while my body is strong, my head feels clear while reading.

And this feeling becomes stronger, just like counting money, it can become addictive.

After practicing the gun, Yang Xiaotao was about to go back to the room when he suddenly heard the sound of the system, but his spirit was shocked.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for mastering the battlefield fighting technique, thrusting."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for understanding the primary stabbing skill. This skill is a non-system skill and cannot be improved with credits."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have mastered the skill, primary thrust, and will be rewarded with 500 points!"

"Is there such a good thing?"

Yang Xiaotao confirmed that he had read it correctly, and the credits column had indeed increased by 500, which was close to 4,000.

Yang Xiaotao suddenly felt that the previous thought of only reading books and earning credits was a bit one-sided and narrow-minded.

Living in this era, there are so many things to learn and invent.

Use these things to change lives and change the world.

And isn't this the meaning of coming here as a time traveler?

"Now it seems that as long as it can be learned, it is likely to be recognized by the system. There will only be more and more ways to increase credits in the future."

"Really, there is no end to learning!"

Yang Xiaotao was thinking, at this time, Mr. Yang had already returned from going out.

As an old man, he sleeps less. He walked around the village in the morning and is now preparing to cook.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaotao was ready to go to the firewood to help light the fire.

I went to the yard to smoke some wood, and then went to the shed to find some corn cobs to ignite the fire.

But when he came to the shed and reached for it, he looked at the pile of corn and was stunned again.

"This stick is different from the one in my memory!"