Xiao Si's nose was not a nose, and he walked forward two steps, but was stopped by Yang Tianfeng.

Little girl, a tiger doesn’t show off, you think I’m a sick cat!

Yang Tianfeng waved his hand with a smile and said, "Give Director Song a training suit. I have a heavy hand, so don't hurt him."

The two of them were considered to be on the verge of the squad, so they could not persuade them anymore, so they watched them walk into the field, and the troops' training was also paused. The soldiers didn't care which one, there was fun to watch, how interesting it was, and they sat around the playground for a long time.

Yang Tianfeng moved his arms and legs. He had obviously grown stronger these days, and he was just right to practice his hands and exercise his muscles and bones with this ignorant brat.

After taking the wooden gun stained with white dust, Song Qingpu set off and stared at it. Yang Tianfeng was not willing to be outdone and swept the ground and made the movement of the reserve gun impeccable.

This is also famous. If you send the gun out in a "wow" way, prepare for action at once, and glar at you, it will make the enemy shudder. It can also defend tightly, facilitate attack, and threaten the enemy mentally.

Song Qingpu stared at Yang Tianfeng. Although he was not convinced, Yang Tianfeng's clean and neat actions just now still had some impact on him, and he was much more cautious.

Yang Tianfeng's mouth curled upwards, as if he was sneering or disdainful. He suddenly activated his right foot and quickly moved his left heel. While his right foot was on the ground, he quickly and bravely stabbed Song Qingpu.

This is an ordinary step-stirring, but Yang Tianfeng used it hard and fast. Because there was no gun-drawing action, it was even more unpredictable. The so-called gun-drawing is to pull the gun back and then stab it. Doing so is equivalent to telling the enemy that I am going to stab you. If the other party is prepared, of course you will not easily stab.

Song Qingpu did not expect that Yang Tianfeng would fight as soon as he said he would fight, and his momentum was like thunder. The distance between him and Yang Tianfeng was less than the right length to sting, but after Yang Tianfeng made a big step, the gun had already reached his chest. Without too much time to think about it, Song Qingpu used the gun to pull it back in a panic, and at the same time wanted to take a step back, stretch a little distance, and then fight back.

Ouch, Song Qingpu tried to sweep Yang Tianfeng's weapon, but he didn't expect that he would use much strength in a hurry. Yang Tianfeng's wooden spear was as if it was cast from iron and did not move at all. Without any time to react, the wooden spear had already stabbed heavily on his chest. Although he was wearing a puncture cloak, it still hurt after being hit by the wooden stick. Song Qingpu took two steps back and kneeled on the ground in pain.

Alas, when Song Shuhua saw his younger brother suffer, she screamed in pain and was about to step forward. Yao Zongfa reached out and grabbed her and whispered coldly: "I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, so let him suffer a little. It is better to be hurt in the hands of his own people than in the hands of the enemy."

"Sorry, your hand is heavy, does it hurt?" Yang Tianfeng stood up and asked faintly.

Song Qingpu slowly sat on the ground, and his heart felt like he had been knocked over with a five-flavor bottle, and he had all kinds of tastes.

The soldiers watching the game shouted in a mess at this time: "Okay!" "Awesome!" "The captain is the captain!"

"I was not ready just now, not counting." Song Qingpu gritted his teeth, got up, grabbed the gun in his hand, gasped, and glared at Yang Tianfeng again.

When Yang Tianfeng didn't talk nonsense, he put on a preparatory position. If he didn't accept it, he would beat you until he was convinced. His hair was not growing, and there was no actual practice. You were still tender!

This time, Song Qingpu completely put away his contempt, focused his attention, and kept the door tightly.

Yang Tianfeng still took the initiative to attack, one tricked the left and right, almost succeeded; the other tricked the right and the other tricked the right, and Song Qingpu barely jumped away like a monkey. Haha, stinky brat, it is useless to dodge alone. Yang Tianfeng used a stinging and stabbing. This kind of stabbing method is the method of attacking and injury to the enemy when the enemy is defending tightly.

With more than a month of crazy exercise, and Yang Tianfeng's youth and a good nutritional foundation, his progress speed is surprising.

With one left stab, Yang Tianfeng circled the gun from below the opponent's pistol to the left, and used the combined force of both hands to slam Song Qingpu's gun to the upper left, and then quickly turned the gun and stabbed it.

Well, Song Qingpu groaned and was stabbed hard on his thigh, which was so painful that he was shaking and unable to stand firmly.

Yang Tianfeng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the battle, but threw the wooden gun to the soldiers next to him, took two steps forward, supported Song Qingpu, and asked with concern: "Damn, Impossible, what does Director Song think, it doesn't matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Qingpu's legs hurt very much, and he felt even more uncomfortable, but he still understood in his heart that if he loses, he would be even more despised if he is furious and speaks harshly.

"Continue training." Yang Tianfeng turned around and shouted, helping Song Qingpu out of the field.

Song Shuhua was the first to meet him, with a look of concern and heartache on his face.

Song Qingpu hurriedly squeezed out a smile and comforted his sister, "Sister, I'm fine, nothing is wrong." As he said that, he pushed Yang Tianfeng away and took two steps on the ground with the pain.

"You, it's really-" Song Shuhua wanted to speak but stopped, turned to Yang Tianfeng and smiled: "Thank you, Captain Yang for showing mercy. I, my brother, are young and ignorant, don't be surprised."

"How can it be!" Yang Tianfeng smiled tolerantly: "Young people, if you know that you don't accept it, then you will make progress. I like Brother Song's temper very much. Unlike the soldiers under my command, I see me like mice and cats, and I dare not fight with me."

Zhao Yurou looked at Yang Tianfeng, then looked at Song Qingpu, and wanted to laugh and held back. How many years older are you, and you teach others a lesson in an old-fashioned manner.

"There are no weak soldiers under the strong generals. Captain Yang is very capable, and the soldiers he brings will definitely not be bad." Yao Zong said with a smile: "Now we are relieved. If the Japanese come again, let Captain Yang beat them up."

"It is the responsibility of soldiers to protect the country and the people." Yang Tianfeng replied appropriately.

"Okay, okay!" Yao Zongfa encouraged a few more words before leading many officials to leave.

The unexpected episode did not disrupt Yang Tianfeng's plan. He stayed in the barracks to continue training soldiers. Assassination is not only a technique, but also a spirit composed of blood, courage and courage. How can the troops who dare not get angry with the enemy's bayonets suppress the Japanese's crazy "Bushido"?

In addition to eating and sleeping, the most common things the recruits practice are tactical actions and assassination. Only after careful and repeated practice can they subconsciously complete a series of actions such as gun-firing, stabbing, and stabbing.

The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road. In hand-to-hand combat, soldiers often cannot think too much about their tactical actions. All they flashes through their minds is how to kill the opponent as soon as possible and how to survive.
Chapter completed!