That night, Zhuang Yan also joined the team for self-training.

People are divided into groups and things are clustered together, and the environment can really change a person.

Zhuang Yan understands that he is in the teaching team, like a drop of water in the rapids, no matter how lazy you are, you will be carried by everyone and run forward.

At this point, he vaguely understood the thoughts of his father Zhuang Zhenguo, what he wanted was the situation today.

After the sand vest was put on, he didn't take it off to sleep solemnly. After taking a shower, he put it on again and lay down.

That night, he had a dream, dreaming that he was standing on the podium of the group army's top competition, and the army chief was hanging the competition medal around his neck, and he laughed with joy.

Smile and wake up.

When I opened my eyes, the room was still dark.

Zhuang Yan sat up from the bed and glanced at the electronic clock on the wall.

The time is five in the morning.

There's still half an hour before the wake-up call is blown.

He got up lightly, took off his sand vest and leggings, put on his training uniform again, and slipped out of the row room lightly.

The one standing guard was the First District Team, the sentinel glanced solemnly, but did not speak.

It seems that he also knows the solemn purpose, and it seems that there are not a few people who have taught the brigade to frantically overweight themselves recently.

With only twenty-five minutes, he solemnly pondered what kind of training he should do.

After thinking about it, it is better to go to the back of the cooking class and go to the top of the mountain.

The time for rushing to the top of the mountain is relatively short, and the uphill can also exercise the strength of the legs.

Zhuang Yan knows that his weakness lies in the five-kilometer cross-country and the 400-meter obstacle, and these two aspects need to be strengthened.

Starting from the path behind the cooking class, Zhuang Yan began to head towards Feiyun Mountain.

Just after running for a few dozen meters, after passing by a large clump of thatched grass that is as tall as one person, I suddenly heard the sound of "hehehe" from the right side, which was vaguely accompanied by the sound of "bang bang" hitting something.

who is it?

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but stop.

He listened for a while.

He was intrigued by the sound.

To be sure, this is also the person who got up early to train himself, but what makes Zhuang Yan strange is, what exactly is this person practicing?

He carefully observed the surroundings, and found that there was a crack in the thatch, indicating that there were people who often walked around and pushed the thatch to both sides.

Walking lightly along this hidden road, after walking for more than ten meters, a clear view suddenly opened up in front of me. In the center of the open space was a tree with a crooked neck. On the tree hung a two-hundred-pound sandbag and a soldier. With sandbags tied to his hands, he was clenching his fists and punching.

Zhuang Yan recognized this person at once.

Yang Songlin!

It was Yang Songlin who met at the top of Feiyun Mountain when he first caught firewood, the man who said that Gary was a student of the second district team of a martial arts family, and he knew how to work hard.

"Yang Songlin!"

solemnly called out.

Yang Songlin stopped when he heard the sound, and turned to see Zhuang Yan.

"why you?"

"It's not me, who do you think it is?" Majestic looked up at the sky, the morning in summer was brighter, and the surrounding scenery could already be seen clearly.

"Otherwise, what kind of fox fairy do you think it is?" Zhuang Yan made a joke, then looked at the sandbag and said, "What are you practicing here? Doing martial arts?"

Yang Songlin smiled, walked to the side, picked up the military kettle on the ground, unscrewed the lid, took a sip of water, and said, "Well, after enlisting in the army, I rarely practiced. I was afraid that I would be lost, so I got up early and came here to practice. ."

Zhuang Yan said: "You are very good at finding places, and you actually found such a paradise?"

Yang Songlin said: "I found it by accident when I was chopping wood, and I thought it was okay."

He glanced solemnly, pointed to the sandbag, and said, "You try?"

Zhuang Yan was immediately eager to try it out. Young people are interested in the word martial arts. Ever since childhood, he watched martial arts and TV dramas, and he always envied the heroes who could compete with one another.

He stepped forward and threw two punches at the sandbag.

Soldiers in field troops are generally trained in basic boxing techniques, such as horse-step punching and military boxing.

So the solemn punches are fairly standard and powerful enough.

However, just as his fist hit the sandbag, Zhuang Yan grinned in pain.

"Fuck!"

He vaguely felt a sharp pain in his fist.

"What's in it? How can it be so hard?"

Yang Songlin said: "It's sand, coarse sand, there's no way, here's the condition, you're a beginner, you shouldn't be playing this kind of sandbag. Generally, beginners have to start from a wood bran bag, and then beat half a dozen times when your fists get used to it. The sand is half chaff, and the pure sand will be beaten later."

Zhuang Yan rubbed his fists and asked, "Then what will be the last fight?"

"Finally?" Yang Songlin said with a smile: "Wait until the pure sand is not enough, you can try that—"

He pointed to the giant neck-digging tree.

Only then did Zhuang Yan notice that there seemed to be something on the tree.

He walked around and took a closer look.

On it was a thick stack of the cheapest kind of yellow grass paper, about one centimeter thick, but it was mushy, as if it had been beaten like this.

"Everything has to have a process." Yang Songlin said: "After you hit the grass paper, you can hit the stake directly. If the stake can't satisfy you, then you can just cut your head and play."

Zhuang Yan's eyes suddenly became round and he said, "Damn it! Is this how you practice your hard skills?"

Yang Songlin said proudly: "Yes, I have been practicing since I was a few years old. Our ancestors used darts to eat, and martial arts were popular in the village. My grandfathers were famous martial arts masters in their hometown, and they have martial arts that have been passed down from the family. "

His solemn eyes fell on Yang Songlin's fist.

On those two fists, there was a thick layer of cocoons, like a layer of armor.

Yang Songlin also seemed to notice that Zhuang Yan was looking at his fist, so he simply put his fist in front of Zhuang Yan and said, "It's actually hard qigong. , the last time I fought in the obstacle course, I knocked down the three of them by myself."

"Damn it!" Zhuang Yan immediately admired him very much, and said like a little fanboy: "Brother Yang, can you teach me? I'm very interested in learning this!"

In fact, the solemn interest is not only because of his admiration for the characters in martial arts since childhood, but more importantly, he beat Li Yong of the Scout Company several times last time, taking a lot of advantages.

Li Yong's words "I remember you" made Zhuang Yan feel that this guy would seek revenge on him.

In particular, Zhuang Yan also heard from the veterans that what the soldiers of the Scouting Company like to do the most is to settle accounts after the autumn.

It was said that if the reconnaissance company was detected by the picket of the guard company when they went out, their squad leader not only protected the shortcoming, but also asked the soldiers of the reconnaissance company to remember who their picket was, and then they would beat the other party to retaliate when they found an opportunity.

I don't know if this legend is true or not, but when Zhuang Yan heard it, his heart froze.

The use is just a private soldier, to put it bluntly, he can't handle himself temporarily.

But it's hard to say with the addition of the monitor.

Be careful about this!

Based on this purpose, when Zhuang Yan saw Yang Songlin's thigh at the moment, of course he wanted to hug him, even if he learned a little bit of fur from Yang Songlin's hands, wouldn't it be like playing with those reconnaissance companies in the future?

Yang Songlin did not speak.

Zhuang Yan immediately started smoking again.

"Old Yang, good old Yang, I really want to be a teacher! We are brothers who eat in a pot. Last time I beat that kid in the Scout Company badly. He said he remembered me. You said I don't know martial arts. , in case the enemy's road is narrow in the future, and I see that kid, that kid will be successful in his skills again..."

Speaking of which, Zhuang Yan's mind came to the minds of the secret agents and even the veterans who performed at the recruits' mobilization meeting. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com took their brains and seeds, opened bricks and opened bottles, and they didn't take it seriously. In case Li Yong was also awesome In this way, isn't he courting death?

Yang Songlin pushed away the solemn cigarette and said, "I don't smoke, have you forgotten?"

Zhuang Yan took back the cigarette case in embarrassment and asked, "How about it? Will you accept my apprentice?"

Yang Songlin said: "Let's forget about accepting apprentices. Among comrades-in-arms, if you really want to learn, I will teach you too, I'm afraid you won't be able to endure that hardship."

Zhuang Yan looked disapproving: "What's the matter? Who can enter the coaching team is afraid of suffering? All the people who come here are lunatics, right?"

Yang Songlin thinks it makes sense. He doesn't have a bad impression of Majestic, at least the guy in front of him is not annoying.

"Okay! Come over tomorrow, come early, wait for me here at 4:50, and I will teach you slowly, including how to get lucky. This is all knowledge."

"Okay! Then let's make a deal!"

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