When Wang Chao arrived at the camp of the ace troop of the third army, Li Jian, it was already the beginning of the lights. The scale of construction was the same as that of the Southwest Field School, and there was nothing special about it. Soldiers in camouflage uniforms are walking. It is not as tense, warm, and serious as the field military academy, but very calm.
When the car drove into the camp, except for the sentry at the gate to give a salute, no one else looked at them, they did what they should do, their indifferent and silent character was vividly displayed.
"The fighters here are really tough, silent and deep, like shadows, and the atmosphere of the fiery furnace is very different from other troops. They are obviously veterans who have experienced many times. Especially their overall quality is really better than Nanyang Tangmen. The top fighters are a little higher."
In the car, Wang Chao casually observed and discovered many details.
A real warrior knows not to waste his physical strength and spirit at any time, and speaks silently. Instead of getting together like ordinary soldiers, they are in full swing.
This is the same as some monks who practiced "closed meditation" in ancient times. The same is true of martial arts. After a person has exercised to a certain level, he must practice silent kung fu, because talking too much hurts the spirit, moving too much hurts the tendons, thinking too much hurts the mind, and accumulates energy and energy. The more you accumulate, the stronger your physical strength will be. has grown.
In fact, the principles of martial arts can also be used to reflect the quality of an army.
That kind of army that is in full swing and exercises every day is just an ordinary army. It is like a person who has just practiced kung fu. He needs to move his muscles and bones more. And after the kung fu is advanced, it still pays attention to raising and saving. The same is true for being a soldier. Otherwise, the soldiers' energy will be exhausted in three to five years. He came back from the army with old injuries all over his body.
The Dragon Snake Troop that Wang Chao is training now also pays attention to recuperation. As a result, after only half a year, the physical strength of the soldiers has doubled! The energy accumulation is very strong, and it seems that everyone can kill a tiger with bare hands!
"The dinner time in the army is over, but we have eaten just now, and the soldiers are about to rest. It's not good to disturb them. Let's go directly to Instructor Liu Mubai. At this moment, he and a few comrades may be chatting together This is a common habit, after chatting, it is time to go to sleep, if Instructor Liu sleeps, unless it is ordered by the Military Commission, Lei will not be able to wake up." Xiao Zhang said.
"Your troops go to bed after dark? Are you so lazy? Is this still a trump card? I have also interviewed many troops, and they often train late at night." Zhu Jia said incredulously: "If the higher authorities allow it, I will really I want to do an exclusive interview with your troops."
"That's impossible. How could this kind of troops be exposed." Wang Chao rubbed his teeth, and made a crisp sound like gold and iron, as if he was chewing some memorable words in his heart: "The ancients said, Raising soldiers for a thousand days is used for a while. Not to mention training soldiers for a thousand days. This word "raise" is really well used, it has artistic conception, and it is chewy. It can be used as a boxing ceremony."
"However, Zhu Jia, your uncle is the leader of the three armies. Why is it that you don't seem to have been here before and are so unfamiliar?" Wang Chao suddenly asked strangely.
"Whoever has nothing to run to a place where men gather together. And as a relative of the chief, I run to the army, and the impact is too bad." Zhu Jia gave Wang Chao a white look: "I'm not accompanying you today, so I won't come."
Wang Chao lowered his eyelids, and the car stopped in front of the dormitory.
The whole dormitory building was dimly lit, even the inside of the corridor was not lit. When Zhu Jia was going up the stairs, she almost tripped over the stairs. Fortunately, Wang Chao gave her a hand, so she didn’t fall down. Zhu Jia still complained: "There are no lights in the corridor."
Her hand tightly grasped Wang Chao's arm.
"It's because they unanimously canceled the lights in the corridor, because the eyes of these people are very bright, so they don't need lights, and the lights are shining at night, destroying the atmosphere of quiet rest." Xiao Zhang replied.
Hearing this, Wang Chao's impression of Lijian's entire army deepened. It was indeed going to be quiet at night. Back then, he practiced the moon every day, and at night, he practiced silent and quiet kung fu, which was so bright that it was outrageous.
This dormitory building has more than 30 floors, neither high nor short. No elevator, purely stairs.
After walking seven or eight floors, Wang Chao smelled a scent like orchids in his nose, and turned his head to see that Zhu Jia was already panting from exhaustion.
"Which floor is your Instructor Liu on?" Zhu Jia's voice was out of breath.
"On the top floor." Xiao Zhang was in the dark, with no expression on his face, "Why don't we take a rest."
Zhu Jia frowned, but looked at Wang Chao, the meaning could not be more clear, she wanted Wang Chao to carry her, "I was interviewing Cao Yi to arrest drug gangs, shot him to death, turned his foot, and went home Chaochao also half-supported and half-backed me, I don't know if she will agree to it today?"
Her words lingered in her throat for a long time, but she was still unable to speak out because of the presence of someone present.
Gritting her teeth, Zhu Jia snorted, "Take a rest and take a rest."
Just as she finished speaking, suddenly, she felt an arm wrapped around her waist, and her whole body seemed to fly up. The wind whistling beside the ear.
It turned out that it was Wang Chao who wrapped his hands around her and ran up the stairs very fast.
"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Although it was very dark, Xiao Zhang could still see clearly. He was shaking with excitement, because Wang Chao brought someone with him, but it seemed to be nothing!
The most frightening thing is that when the footsteps collapse, it seems to collapse directly to the top of the stairs!
The stairs on each floor are divided into two turnings, one turning has more than ten steps, but Wang Chao stepped up it in one step! Also brought someone!
Just stunned for a moment, Xiao Zhang couldn't see Wang Chao's figure in a few seconds.
Indeed, there were still more than 20 floors of stairs left, and Wang Chao took more than forty steps, ten seconds, ten seconds, and Wang Chao had already reached the highest floor.
After Wang Chao and Zhu Jia reached the top floor, after waiting for more than a minute, Xiao Zhang ran up violently. Even if he is also an excellent fighter, with superb martial arts and explosive physical strength ten times better than ordinary people, the two of them are exhausted enough to run up twenty floors of stairs in one minute.
"Instructor Liu is sleeping? No, he usually keeps the lights on in the room at this time. This rule will not change. There is no special task today." Xiao Zhang took a few breaths and looked at a room.
"It should be on the roof above. I was downstairs, and I heard the sound of people shaking the big pole, and the sound was very strange. The big pole should be made of iron. Let's go to the roof to have a look."
Wang Chao put Zhu Jia down and strolled up to the rooftop.
Sure enough, on the rooftop, there were indeed a few sparse figures standing, gesticulating with a long pole in their hands. As soon as Wang Chao came up, the gazes of several people shot over, and they stopped their movements.
But what Wang Chao noticed was a man standing on the edge of the roof, as if he was about to fall down at any time.
This man is wearing a canvas camouflage uniform, and his figure is not burly. This man's face is very rough, like a vast and boundless stormy desert, but there is one thing that embellishes this stormy desert-like face A touch of softness.
That is, this soldier's chin and upper lip are very clean, white and clean, without beard, not even a little stubble.
Such a rough face with a touch of softness reminds Wang Chao of the artistic conception of the name of a classic martial arts novel "Poetry in the Knife Bush".
"Dong Haichuan is also bold and unrestrained, with fair lips and no need for a beard." Wang Chao recalled some records about Dong Haichuan in Baguazhang in some boxing records.
"You are Bariming? In ten seconds, you brought a person from the seventh floor to the thirty-second floor. You really are a master among the masters! But why are you so young?" Before Wang Chao could speak, the man spoke. , turned around, holding a big black and ridiculously long gun in his hand, facing the crumbling downstairs with his back, thrilling.
"Good hearing!" Wang Chao smiled, he had already guessed that Liao Junhua must have a tone, saying that he wanted to get Baliming out of prison and compete with this instructor Liu. It is not uncommon to be misunderstood by the other party.
This person's listening ability is obviously very good, and he can feel every move he made after he went upstairs.
Deaf to such an extent!
No need to guess, Wang Chao can tell that the soldier in front of him must be Liu Mubai, the instructor of the "sharp sword" army that Xiao Zhang said.
Only a person with such temperament and kung fu can defeat Yong Xiaolong, a top Shaolin master.
"Instructor Liu, you were practicing on the roof of the building. This is Fang Fang's instructor, Major General Wang Chao. Chief Liao asked me to bring him to visit and exchange ideas." The principal quickly came up to introduce.
"Wang Chao?"
Liu Mubai's eyes suddenly became much sharper, and Wang Chao could feel the biting and deep taste in it at a distance of more than 20 meters.
At the same time, several soldiers practicing guns also jumped down the steps, paying attention to Wang Chao one after another.
Wang Chao felt the same biting and deep taste from their eyes.
"It seems that the three trump cards in the army are very dissatisfied with each other."
Every sector has competition, and this is especially true in the military.
"Sure enough, you are the number one master in Asia with a black belt. It seems that the Sixth Army is not flattering. With your physical strength and explosive power just now, you already have the ability to fight me! Since you are here to communicate on behalf of Fang, let's communicate How about a shot?" Liu Mu spoke bluntly, straight to the point, and made two cuts and three cuts.
"That's what I mean!" Wang Chao laughed, "But it's more dangerous than a gun, and better than a fist. How about it? Communication and communication, it's not about life and death in the ring, so there is no need for such a big battle."
As soon as these words came out, several soldiers showed contemptuous expressions. They were all people who often played games of the brave, holding guns and shouting one, two, three to pull the trigger. They were afraid of death. What kind of soldiers would they be if they were afraid of death
"We are soldiers. Since Wang Chao and you are a master of martial arts, there is no reason why you haven't read the boxing scriptures compiled by Qi Jiguang and some martial artists when he was training soldiers. Soldiers practice Kung Fu in one way, and folks practice Kung Fu in another way. One thing, we are all soldiers, don’t play tricks, just fight like soldiers, it’s fun.”
Liu Mubai didn't speak loudly, but it was unusually loud.
"All right."
Wang Chao had never competed with others in marksmanship before, so when he saw a master marksman at this moment, he naturally felt itchy in his heart.
"Huang Meng, throw the gun in your hand to him! Their guns are all wooden, only yours is steel, the same as mine." Liu Mubai said to a soldier beside him.
"Go ahead!" The soldier beside Liu Mubai was very burly, spoke in a low voice, raised a big gun with both hands heavily, strode forward, exerted all his strength, and with a shout, the gun that looked like a big iron club was thrown away. come over.
This throw was very violent, as if deliberately trying to make Wang Chao ugly.
But to his disappointment, Wang Chao didn't even move his body, just like holding a wooden stick, he copied it with one hand, and it was copied into his hand. Hold the handle of the gun with the flat end in front of the chest, straight and straight, motionless, without the slightest tremor.
"Good gun!" He exclaimed. This gun is made of pure steel. The gun head and body are all in one piece, which is very tough elastic steel. They all weigh at least seventy catties. "Didn't Baliming want to find a blacksmith to make a good gun? It seems that this one is just right."
In today's society, it is not easy to find a blacksmith who can handle weapons.
"The big gun stand is very stable, and the legs have at least two horsepower!" The Huang Meng soldier who threw the gun saw Wang Chao's hand, and all the contempt in his eyes disappeared.
Standing on the big gun pile, hold the gun handle flat with one hand, and hold it horizontally.
A three-meter-long wooden pole can be easily lifted by a person holding it in the middle, but it needs to be held with one hand and lifted flat. Then it will be exhausting. Few people have this kung fu.
But people who practice guns just want to do it this way, to exercise their wrist strength and the balance of their whole body.
There are those who have practiced guns well, hold the handle of the gun with a big pole and hold it flat, put a bowl of water in the middle of the pole, and it will not splash out!
It is easy to shake the gun, but it is always difficult to control the body of the gun without shaking.
This Huang Meng is the most outstanding fighter in the sword army. His family's kung fu is said to be Huang Tianba, the chief arrester of the Qianlong period. He has practiced spear and horsemanship since he was a child. When Liu Mubai and he were exercising, they could wield such a heavy spear.
However, he still can't use this big gun to run smoothly, and it can't be used to fight against the enemy, it can only be used as a normal exercise.
If you hit the ground with such a heavy gun, it wouldn't work and the speed couldn't keep up, and you would be stabbed to death in one go. Wang Chao's move just now really shocked him.
If he wants to hold this three-meter-long steel gun without revealing the handle in one hand, and hold it flat, he must muster all his strength, and tie his horse's stance, wrap his waist with a belt, and then use his old strength to hold it up. .
And Wang Chao just copied it with one hand, without bending his knees, and picked it up lightly, as if he was holding a bunch of candied haws!
What a powerful arm and waist and legs!
"Horsepower?" Wang Chao heard such a new word, which made him think of the horsepower of a car engine, and felt amused: "For martial arts practitioners, using this method to calculate power is really novel and keeps pace with the times."
"That's right, it's not. In short, it's the same, but it's also different. I came up with the concept of calculating martial arts power. A horsepower is really the power of a horse." Liu Mubai saw Wang Chao's hand, but he was not like Huang Meng. Moved, "In ancient times, those who used big guns on the battlefield had to be good at equestrian skills, because the big guns didn't rely on the undulating force of the horse, so they couldn't use it at all. But later, people invented the horse stance, developed their own vitality, and made people exercise Afterwards, it was an epoch-making idea that the legs, waist, and hips could have the strength comparable to that of a horse. I heard that the president of the Nanyang Martial Art Association had a boxer named Zhao Guangrong, who practiced the secret hand of Taizu Changquan. After standing still on Jinluan's boxing frame, the two horses couldn't move. That's why I created such a word to calculate strength."
"This concept is very reasonable, very good, very good! Horsepower, not bad." Wang Chao couldn't help nodding.
And the concept put forward by Liu Mubai, in a sense, is also somewhat interesting.
How strong is the strength of practicing boxing? No one has ever calculated it systematically, because it is difficult to calculate. And it's not that the stronger the person, the fiercer they are when fighting. If that's the case, everyone will move their wrists and forget it.
The first time Wang Chao learned boxing and kicking, Tang Zichen told him to step on horseback, that a horse should really stand out from inside his body, so that the strength of his punches would have the rushing force of riding a horse.
It has to be said that the horse stance is the most ordinary martial art, but it is also the most practical and profound martial art. The martial artist who created the horse stance can compare with any martial arts master in history.
In the early years, Zhao Guangrong's deeds of pulling horses with fists were widely spread, but Wang Chao did not expect that this Liu Mubai had also heard of it.
Liu Mubai said: "My concept is that the strength of a boxer who can make the air explode with one punch is the strength of half a horse. Your move just now has the strength and momentum of two horses."
"What about this hand? How much horsepower is it?" Wang Chao exhaled, and shook the wrist holding the big iron gun!
hum! Buzz!
The long steel gun body trembled, and it actually made the sound of the big bell hitting the temple!
Zhu Jia only felt that the tympanic membranes of her ears were numb, not only her ears, but even the roots of her teeth were numb. She felt as if she was standing in front of the big bell in Hanshan Temple and listening to the violent impact.
"Five horsepower!" Liu Mubai's face changed instantly, becoming very serious! Incomparably dignified! Following Wang Chao's example, he took a deep breath and shook the gun, which also made a sound like a bell!
"If ancient times used the torture of dismemberment by five horses to deal with you, I'm afraid it wasn't the five horses that tore you apart, but you that tore the five horses back. Come on, let's have a fight on the steps on the roof of this building."
Liu Mubai let out a loud voice, and jumped up the steps again. Below is the ground with a height of more than 30 floors.
"Chao Chao, don't!" Zhu Jia has never seen such a thrilling scene, and hurriedly called out.
The soldiers around all looked at this woman and frowned. They didn't know Zhu Jia, because Zhu Jia never came to the army to show off, and she was not the kind of little princess in the army.
"What do women do!" Huang Mengweng muttered angrily.
"Chaochao, don't stab him to death, you will make a mistake!" But Zhu Jia's next sentence almost made Huang Meng vomit blood!
Zhu Jia has watched Wang Chao compete in martial arts many times, and Wang Chao killed people every time. If Liu Mubai was stabbed to death this time, something big would happen. It is much more serious than killing Duan Guochao! She has no reason not to worry!
"Although our instructors don't show off in the society, but in the small circle of the army, they have the honor of the military god. Although Wang Chao is famous, it is not certain who will kill who."
Although Huang Meng was muttering in his heart, his whole body was still trembling with excitement. It was him all the time, and even the soldiers around him were also trembling with excitement. Such a thrilling and exciting duel with a strong military atmosphere was simply unprecedented in a hundred years.
These fighters all crawled out of the pile of dead bodies, and they were very nervous. And playing the game of the brave, the excitement is up, the excitement is up, who cares about making mistakes
This is also the reason why Wang Chao and Duan Guochao fought in a duel back then and killed someone, which was the reason why it was understated.
Because in their view, it is too normal for the army to die due to martial arts duels. Not a big deal at all. If there is a fight, everyone cares about this and that, that is an ordinary army, how can it be regarded as an ace army!