In the early morning of the fourth day, it was still dark, and a "bang" shook me out of bed. The doctor in camouflage was already standing in front of me.
"Ten minutes, put this on, I'll wait for you downstairs," he said, threw a new set of jungle camouflage on my bed, and walked out.
"What time is it so early" Although he muttered reluctantly, he put his clothes on quickly, put on his clothes in eight minutes, folded the bed, and rushed downstairs after washing.
"Yeah, I don't see that the speed is quite fast. However, in my opinion this is not a good result." I was secretly happy when the doctor poured cold water on me.
"Get in the car", after saying that the doctor got into the car.
"Where are you going?" I was wondering where the doctor would take me.
"Take you to training, you have to be careful. I won't be merciful." The doctor smiled sadly.
I don't know how long the car has been driving, but the doctor called me up when I was drowsy.
"Doctor, where is this?" I got out of the car and looked around, like a training base.
"This is a training base. You will be training here in the last month. Of course you also live here. Several people will come to accompany you in a few days, so you won't be lonely." Row of simple houses.
"I want to tell you formally that there is no relationship between us now, only the relationship between soldiers and instructors. I believe that even in China, you will not be unfamiliar with this relationship. I will not show mercy to you. You will be allowed to withdraw." In the Chinese army, many officers and soldiers usually have a good relationship and are called brothers, but they are also very strict during training.
"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. Will those equipment be worn?" The doctor pointed to the combat vests and backpacks on the ground.
I shook my head blankly. How can I wear these things as a reserve fighter? In my impression, only special forces soldiers have this equipment.
"Yes, you are not a regular army." The doctor laughed mockingly.
Come over and I will teach you, "This pocket is for ammunition, this is a pistol holster, why are you tied to your waist, it is on your leg, don’t stick the saber in your leg, and fight against who will wait for you to pull it out of your leg and put it on? In my arms, this is an attack grenade, this is an anti-personnel grenade, oh...what are you backing? This is a coach bomb, which is not real. Look at the bear you scared..." . After a lot of explanations and hands-on by the doctor, the equipment was finally put on.
I looked up and down, feeling that I should be very handsome, and I was about to make a poss, suddenly I felt that there was something missing in my hands.
"Doctor, look", I looked at the doctor and folded both hands.
"Oh, I understand", and ran to the house not far away.
I haven't come out after more than ten minutes. When I was looking through my eyes, I saw the doctor lift this tube out, hehe, just as I was feeling beautiful, the doctor came over.
"Hey, let's use this first." He said that the iron pipe in his hand was thrown on the ground.
Looking at the black iron pipe covered with rust on the ground, I thought I could play a gun.
Looking at the expression on my face, the genius also felt a little embarrassed. "Haha, let's use this for now, I'll change it for you in a few days, haha".
"Now, let me give you a pre-dinner appetizer, five kilometers, and when will you come back and have breakfast? If you come back late, I might have eaten up your breakfast." The doctor smiled cheaply.
I ran as soon as I heard that, why not run
When I finished running five kilometers and walked to the door of the house, I was dumbfounded. This doctor really can eat. He ate a table of food in a mess, and there were only two slices of bread left, which seemed to be dry for several days. There is no saliva, as if there is some milk in the milk box.
Three bites of bread and milk in one bite ended this "luxury" French breakfast. The doctor walked out of the house as soon as he finished eating. "Yeah, it's over? I still want to feed the leftovers to Brother Brother's dog. The speed is really slow. It's not qualified to be a deserter on the battlefield."
"Damn, I almost run out of food so fast." I cursed in my heart.
"The training program we took is... um... Knife" as we walked into the room, I followed in.
Suddenly a white light flashed, and a saber had been placed on my neck, and the deep chill made my neck get goose bumps. This saber must have been stained with blood, and it was the blood of many people.
"This is my knife, the tiger knife produced by Strider, but mine is made by myself." The doctor's tiger knife quickly turned between his fingers, constantly flying between his hands, seeing me dazzled.
"It's amazing, teach me." I became interested all at once, and even the hunger in my stomach was forgotten.
"This is simple, mainly practice makes perfect, and the use of knives is mainly for the flexibility of the wrist, not the fingers. You have not customized your own knife yet. Hold this one for practice. This is the American M9. It is a classic army knife. The 95 army stab of your country Z was also developed on its basis.” The doctor took out the M9 from my arms.
"M9 is a multifunctional modern bayonet. In addition to being used as a bayonet for guns and fighting daggers, it can also be used as a field tool. From the perspective of its system structure, the M9 bayonet can be divided into handles, handle holders, and handles. Mandrel, cross guard, knife body, scabbard, scabbard inserts, sharpening stone, lanyard, belt buckle. Hey, Lin Zhan, listen carefully." The doctor found me absent-minded, and the M9 "dang" in my hand. A loud knock on the helmet on my head.
I hurriedly pretended to be a good student. Who would use a knife now in the war? It's more enjoyable to shoot with a machine gun. But I still study very seriously.
The doctor explained the functions of the saber while instructing me on the techniques used.
The seemingly simple technique, but I couldn't find it at all, the saber in my hand dropped to the ground from time to time.
"Remember that practice makes perfect, skill is easy to learn, and the most important thing is proficiency. In the future, if you have experienced wars and fought with the enemy head-to-head, you will know that if you have a knife, you will not think about it, and your instinct will tell you when you should do it. What you get is just the fastest response according to your instinct." The doctor talked more and more vigorously.
"Come, take your knife and chop this wooden stake hard." The doctor led me to a wooden stake.
I pulled out the M9 and slashed it on the wooden post with a "bang" sound. The huge counter-shock force from the handle made me numb when I held the knife, but the sharp M9 only left a dent on the wooden post. mark.
The doctor shook his head when he saw this. "Your cutting method is wrong. You pay too much attention to strength when cutting. This is wrong. The key to cutting is speed rather than strength. The faster you start, the better the result. Also, your cut The angle is vertical, which is a big mistake. The cutting angle is 45 degrees to 60 degrees as the best cutting angle. The thing to be cut should land vertically, which means that your knife is correct. Take you 90 degrees. With the corner as the benchmark, the weight of the chopped stake will be squeezed to the side of the blade, and the result is what you see now."
Speaking of the doctor, he paused, "Unless you can produce a very powerful force, the cutting will not be complete, because there is an incorrect angle reaction force. Not only is the angle of the cut a problem, but also the geometric factors of the edge of the blade. Will have an impact".
"Attention, you see what I do." The doctor's voice suddenly became louder. After speaking, the knife flashed, and a corner of the wooden post was on the ground. I leaned forward and took a closer look. The incision of the wooden post was as flat and smooth as it was polished by a laser.
"Doctor how do you do it?"
"It's very simple, the perfect combination of speed and strength, you can do it with more practice and familiarity."
"And..." The doctor looked at the knife in his hand but suddenly stopped talking.
"I used to have two brothers. They played very well with knives. One of them was able to expose the bones of a person's pian under ten layers. I hope you can reach his level, although you are very stupid". It took a long time for the doctor to speak again, with a complicated expression in his eyes.
After speaking, the doctor walked into the room.
"Before lunch, practice the knife by yourself, don't bother me." After speaking, the doctor closed the door.
I imitated the doctor's knife technique over and over again in front of the wooden stake, but the result was always very far from the ideal. Every time the knife was stuck in the cracks in the wood because of insufficient power, or the speed was not enough, and wood was chopped down. Jagged.
After practicing for a long time, my arms became sore. I sat on a chair in front of the house to rest, and suddenly heard crying in the house, as if it were still a man's voice.
Curiosity couldn't stop it, so I tiptoed to the door and leaned on the door to listen to the movement inside. That's right, it's the cry of a man, and the house seems to be a doctor and brother brother, right? Could it be them
With curiosity, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw the son and the doctor in a wheelchair crying with a photo in their hands.
Doctor: Captain, brothers, we will definitely avenge you.
Brother son: Ghoul, we found someone who looks like you. He is as stupid as you when you joined us. The genius has gone to investigate his background. If possible, we will train him as soon as possible and try to make him surpass. You and the butcher, don’t worry, we will let the wolves soon...
Suddenly the son-in-law and the doctor stared sharply at the door. "Oh, they found me." I was so scared that I ran back to continue practicing the knife.
"It's over, I found out their secrets. Will they kill me? Who should I ask for help? Embassy? But TMD I don't even know where I am now." The knife in my hand chopped on the stake indiscriminately. But my brain is running fast.
After more than half an hour, the door opened and the doctor walked out.
"It's over. Come and kill me. I can't beat or run. Forget it, stand here and wait for death."