Rebirth of the Northern Giants

A group of people came to the practice field and saw that the army was divided into several teams. One team had about 500 people. Some were practicing formation discipline and some were practicing marksmanship. Arrived and disturbed.

Wu Dashan walked up to a group of people who were standing still, and shouted: "Calm down!"

These soldiers had seen Ye Zhikui a long time ago, but they still stood scrupulously without a military order, and when they heard the rest, they all started to move, looking at Ye Zhikui eagerly, and whoever called out first: "Hello Generalissimo!"

Then shouts rang out.

Ye Zhikui responded with a smile and raised his hand.

Wu Dashan shouted again: "Stand at attention!"

All the soldiers stood up straight in an instant, staring ahead, silently.

"Lie down!"

The 500 people listened to the order to put their hands on their chests, and lay down neatly on the ground without any pause.

Wu Dashan smiled and ordered: "Did you see the end over there? Listen to the order and crawl forward. If anyone comes first, first come back, the Generalissimo will reward him with a small item."

It's about 1000 meters back and forth.

These five hundred sergeants were not calm anymore, their eyes were fixed on the finish line, their bodies were tense, their eyes were bright, and they were waiting for their lives.

Ye Zhikui smiled slightly, he was in favor of these small games in the army.

Wu Dashan opened his throat and said, "Start!"

Crashing, the soldiers scrambled forward and crawled forward.

Wu Dashan looked at Ye Zhikui embarrassedly and said, "Generalissimo, I'm asking you to pay."

"Okay, stop pretending, I don't know you yet, you are honest on the outside, but treacherous on the inside!"

Wu Dashan smiled stupidly, and asked again: "General Marshal, when can I go to the Northeast?"

Ye Zhikui sighed, as if answering Wu Dashan or saying to himself, "It's best not to go."

Before Ye Zhikui and Wu Dashan had exchanged a few words, some soldiers had reached the finish line and began to climb back.

Seeing the front road, Ye Zhikui gritted his teeth tightly, the clothes on his legs and arms were worn out, blood was wiped from his skin, he refused to admit defeat and did not slow down, leading all the way, and the soldiers who were a little behind him were even worse. Don't relax, try your best to surpass him.

Bass, babble, babble, the soldier finally came back, stood up suddenly, with a triumphant smile, marched and said loudly: "Report sir, private Zhang Dawei has arrived at the target, and I will report to you."

Other soldiers arrived one after another in a short while, but they all showed a trace of chagrin and disappointment.

Ye Zhikui returned a military salute solemnly, and praised: "Good job! None of you disappointed me, but this time only Zhang Dawei has a gift."

As he spoke, he pulled out a revolver from his waist, handed it to Zhang Dawei under the envious eyes of everyone, and said: "This gun has been with me for two years, and now I give it to you. I hope you won't let it down." .”

Holding a pistol, Zhang Dawei was so excited that he couldn't speak, his joy was beyond words, but his gaze was extremely firm.

Ye Zhikui patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction.

Afterwards, Ye Zhikui inspected the training of other teams of soldiers. He saw that most of the new troops did not get their rifles, and the only few thousand of them were eliminated by the outdated armies. He also understood this situation in his heart. Although the factory works overtime in production, it can only meet the needs of the front line.

It seems that I have to build a military factory in Beijing and introduce several production lines. Thinking of compulsory machinery, Ye Zhikui also thought that the newly established high-tech institute is doing its best to analyze the Maxim machine gun, trying to design China's own machine gun. Know how it's going now.

"Generalissimo, Generalissimo." Seeing that Ye Zhikui began to shake his head again, Yang Du had to remind him aloud.

"By the way, where are we going now?"

Wu Dashan pointed to a small courtyard, and said: "The Marshal asked Zhao Sanduo and others to compose the national art, which has already begun to take shape, and now we are going there."

Great Swordsman Wu, Mizong Fist Huo Yuanjia, a sincere monk with tough iron head skills, Plum Blossom Fist Zhao Sanduo and other martial arts masters, Ye Zhikui will not waste it, and gave them a task, asking them to work together to adapt it. Come up with a set of martial arts suitable for soldiers to learn, just like the military boxing of later generations.

Hearing that he had a clue, Ye Zhikui was very happy, and walked over quickly.

Before I went in, I heard the sound of guns and guns coming from inside.

When I entered the courtyard, it turned out that the monk Xincheng was knocking bricks on his head, Wang Wuyi was chopping Huashan with his strength, and he was chopping a big bluestone. Huo Yuanjia and Zhao Sanduo were relatively normal, and they were competing in boxing skills. Punching and kicking, so happy.

Ye Zhikui was dumbfounded.

The sound of everyone entering the courtyard alarmed several martial arts masters.

The Grand Marshal arrived, and after everyone saluted.

Zhao Sanduo said: "The generalissimo came just in time. We are competing in martial arts. Whoever wins will train the soldiers mainly with his martial arts."

Does this look like it has eyebrows?Ye Zhikui glanced lightly at Wu Dashan.

"Everyone, the martial arts contest is too hurtful. The army only needs some simple and practical movements that are easy to learn." Ye Zhikui persuaded.

"General Marshal, Monk's hard qigong is very practical, just look at it." Monk Xincheng bent down facing a small tree, and then bumped his head.

I push, I push again, I push for the last time, the little tree falls down.

Monk Xincheng patted his bald head and said proudly, "How about it, Generalissimo, Monk's move is not bad."

It is good to be wrong, but there is no need to damage flowers and trees everywhere.

Just as Ye Zhikui was about to speak out, the Great Swordsman Wang Wu stepped forward and said, "Monk, as long as you can catch a certain knife with your head, you will accept it."

Monk Xincheng looked at Wang Wu's 100-jin big sword, touched his head, curled his lips and said, "On the battlefield, if the sergeant's sword is lost, wouldn't they want to catch it without a fight?"

Huo Yuanjia originally stood aside with a calm face, but suddenly stepped forward and said: "Don't make any noise, just watch Huo's Mizong Fist."

Huo Yuanjia opened his arms, facing another small tree, and stamped his feet, Ye Zhikui was dazzled and couldn't see Huo Yuanjia's fists clearly.

Huo Yuanjia just tidied up, took a long breath, pressed his hands, and said slowly: "Marshal, how is it? Practical or not?"

Ye Zhikui...

Seeing that Zhao Sanduo was still going to say something, Ye Zhikui quickly stopped him and said, "Heroes, how long have you practiced?"

"Huo has practiced martial arts since childhood."

"The monk also practiced martial arts since childhood."

Ye Zhikui sighed and said, "Everyone, the soldiers outside don't have that much time. Ye hopes that they can practice some simple and practical killing skills in the shortest time. Nowadays, fighting is still dominated by guns, and only hand-to-hand combat Therefore, I hope that all of you can work together to develop a set of simple and easy-to-learn assassination moves based on the soldiers' rifles or broadswords. Otherwise, when these soldiers learn your martial arts, they may be able to use them decades later. battlefield!"

Several martial arts masters blushed a little, bowing their heads in embarrassment.

Ye Zhikui ordered to die: "Anyway, in ten days, I want to see the military skills that can be learned in a month come out."

Several people looked at each other, clasped their fists together and said, "Dare you not to follow orders!"

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