I licked the dry skin off my lips and looked at him at a loss.

"Roll to the side and look carefully, Lao Tzu will only show you once, I can't remember that you have no fate with this wooden stake, don't ask me to teach you any real skills in the future!" Jiang Heng pushed me away angrily, took two deep breaths and stood in front of the wooden stake.

I was really a little crying and laughing, as an excellent soldier born in New China and growing up under the red flag, he actually talked to me about the fate of Lao Shizi, this is not funny, of course, I didn't dare to show the slightest expression of these thoughts, and honestly leaned on the side to watch his actions.

Jiang Heng took a standard horse step, stood firmly on the ground with his feet, stared at the wooden stake with two downside eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, as if he had fallen into some kind of good memory.

Jiang Heng was silent for a minute or two, I couldn't help it, and asked with a dry cough: "Ahem, squad leader.. Are you giving the wooden stake a face?"

Jiang Heng glanced at me distractedly, then hurriedly shook his head, his face returned to normal, and said to me: "Don't talk nonsense, look carefully!"

His half-squatting body legs were slightly separated, his left palm turned an arc in front of him, as if to measure the distance between himself and the wooden stake, and as if to divert the attention of the other party, his right palm struck out coldly, and hit the wooden stake firmly, using the power of the back of his hand, although it was not as loud as the fan I had just fanned, but it did make a sound.

Then he put his right arm across his chest, and his left fist smashed firmly on the wooden stake, this time the sound was much louder than just now, I stared at his movements without blinking, maybe so that I could see clearly, Jiang Heng's hands hit the movement very slowly, a bit like the Tai Chi played by the old people during the breakfast walk, but the temperament was obviously much sharper.

I imitated his example, punching at the air to imitate, there is no standard for him to do, but just looking at the appearance, there is a resemblance, Jiang Heng murmured softly as if reciting a mantra: "The left palm is a shield, the right fist is a spear!"

As he spoke, Jiang Heng's attack on the wooden stake suddenly accelerated a lot, this time he not only used his left palm and right fist, but also used his elbow and knee, he kicked the ground violently, turned his waist and hips, and attacked the wooden stake on the opposite side with his elbows and knees.

"Squad leader, I didn't see the elbow strike clearly, can you slow down!" I shouted at Jiang Heng.

His movements at the moment were so fast that my eyes couldn't keep up at all, Jiang Heng didn't reply, and he didn't react at all, as if attacking an enemy who would never fall, and continued to "crackle" the attack.

Anyone who has ever fought knows that fist picking is actually an extremely laborious thing, even if a person stands still and lets you fight, for seven or eight minutes, he will be tired enough, but Jiang Heng is completely as if he is more than tired, sweating like rain beating the wooden stake.

I suddenly figured out why Jiang Heng didn't teach us the routine of attacking people at the beginning, he was actually helping us lay a solid foundation in an alternative way, overloading our physical strength, which can make our physical strength grow more rapidly.

Try to do that kind of quick way may damage our body, but it is undeniable that in less than two months, my physical fitness has changed drastically from the past, not only the endurance and physical strength are more than 100 times stronger, but even the resistance to beatings is much stronger.

You must know that before I enlisted in the army, if I faced an opponent like Tang En, I would at most support three or five moves from him, but last time I survived to the end, and even broke his left leg by luck, these are Jiang Heng's credits.

After more than ten minutes, Jiang Heng stopped his movements heartily, glanced sideways at me, and said a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I haven't practiced for too long, I can't hold it back just now, let's start again." ”

Jiang Papi actually said "I'm sorry" to me, I thought I must have had auditory hallucinations, so I hurriedly gouged out my ears and asked him, "Squad leader, what did you just say?"

Jiang Heng untied his discipline button, drooped a dead face and said, "I said, let's start all over again, do you have any opinions?"

"No.. No!" I shook my head and quickly walked over to him.

Jiang Heng stretched his waist and said: "The boxing method I taught you is the most commonly used military body boxing in the army, but it was adapted by a madman..."

Through his short explanation, I probably understood the advantages and disadvantages of this set of boxing, this set of military boxing abandons the cumbersome routines, most of the moves are concise and clear, the user uses his double fists, elbows and knees to lock the opponent's chest to attack, there is no very sharp killing moves, such as throat locking, attack pharyngeal and other special techniques, and the attack means is single, the pace change is also monotonous, but it makes the opponent very helpless, to put it bluntly, that is, where I hit him, where is the place where he must be saved, there is no need to attack the vital point.

"If you can't do it quickly, let's start with the most basic starting style!" Jiang Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and slapped his left palm towards the wooden stake again...

After doing a dozen demonstrations back and forth, he let me try it myself.

I learned from his appearance, the left palm for defense, the right fist attack, when the fist bone and the wooden pile touched together, I "snorted" a throat to cover the fist and squatted on the ground, just now to see him play so easily and freehand, I thought it wouldn't hurt much, how do I know that this broken wooden pile is simply harder than iron, for a moment I remembered the situation when Zhu Yan taught me to "cut and kick".

"Do you know the difference between you and Zhu Bajie?" Jiang Heng walked up to me and asked.

"I don't know. "I don't have to think about these now, I blow the back of my fist with tears in my eyes, and a large piece of skin is scratched on the back of my hand, and it hurts from the fire.

"Zhu Bajie is a pig-headed human brain, and you are a human head and a pig's brain! I don't know what kind of bearing I have?" Jiang Heng kicked me away, took out the rag that wiped the wooden stake just now from his pocket, and threw me away, muttering: "Wrap up, don't have a stroke, it's really troublesome!"

I glanced at the rag that was dirtier than my socks, and said with a dry smile: "Manly man, what are you afraid of bleeding, the squad leader might as well tell me how to make my fists harder." ”

"Two methods!" Jiang Heng rolled his eyes, and after thinking for a few seconds, he stretched out three fingers.

When I saw him suddenly stretch out three fingers, I was a little distracted, I always thought that three fingers could represent the whole universe is Zhu Yan's patent, but I didn't expect Jiang Heng to also have this hand, at that moment I couldn't describe the kindness in my heart, I especially wanted to ask him, in the past, I was a good friend with Zhu Yan.

Seeing me staring at my fingers with a forced face, Jiang Heng was a "burst" at my head, and said with a cold face: "Two methods, the first is to endure the pain, keep attacking the wooden stake, even if the bleeding and scarring do not stop, the hardness of the back of the hand will be more than five times stronger in a month at most, and the second is step by step, start practicing with sand, cork, rubber and other equipment, and you can also increase the hardness of your fist several times in about three or five years." ”

I kneaded the door of his head and cried and asked, "There is no third way?"

"Yes, don't practice, kneel down for him the next time you see Don En, I guess he won't hit you in the face, but you have a face... Disfigurement is equal to plastic surgery!" Jiang Heng glanced at me, shook his arm and said, "How to choose, it's up to you!"

I gasped, walked to the wooden stake again, gritted my teeth, kicked my legs, "Ah!" roared, and slammed my fist towards the wooden stake, and the back of my hand that had just been scratched instantly broke a bigger hole, and the blood couldn't stop coming out.

I closed my eyes hard, and waved my fist "suddenly" according to the wooden stake, basically punching and roaring, I felt that this seemed to make my pain lessen, and I smashed more than 20 punches in a row, I felt that my hands were completely numb, so I stopped moving, and asked Jiang Heng, who was watching the excitement on the side, "Squad leader, is this so?"

There were a lot of recruits all around, and they all looked at me like they were mentally ill.

"Probably..."Jiang Heng looked at me with a stunned expression, then swallowed his saliva, and said with a special peace of mind: "Anyway, I am deepening the hardness of my fist in the second way!"

"Damn!" I almost didn't cry at the time, and I blew on the palm of my hand, and the bones protruding from my fist seemed to hurt as if they were not my own, and there were many broken skins on the back of my hands, and my fingers were red, like boiled crab legs.

"The madman who invented this method said that not only fists, but also knees and elbows can quickly deepen the hardness in this way, anyway, he himself will punch at least a thousand punches at the wooden stake every day, this method is too extreme, you should consider whether to continue!" Jiang Heng smiled at the side of his neck and said: "After all, your family sent you to be a soldier, not to make you commit suicide!"

"Go on, go on, go on!Otherwise, wouldn't the twenty or so punches I just made in vain!" I gasped and focused my head, don't look at me as a person who is usually lazy and lazy, but once I have a goal, I will do whatever it takes to execute it, I think this is also the reason why I have been able to keep climbing for so many years.

And the reason for me to stick to it is not only this, I have a faint guess in my heart, the "madman" Jiang Heng just mentioned is very likely to be Zhu Yan, this way of deepening the hardness is exactly the same as the "chop and kick" he taught me, I said in my heart Since Zhu Yan can make himself strong through this method, why can't I?

After a short break, I walked to the wooden stake again, to be honest, I was a little scared of this wooden stake at the moment, after all, I am a normal person with flesh and blood, knowing that I would be injured and this way of self-harm, it is indeed a bit mentally retarded.

"Isn't it just a thousand punches a day!" I slammed my fist on the wooden stake, and I couldn't help but "hiss" in pain.

At this time, Luo Quan and Song Peng ran back sweating profusely, and Luo Quan asked me with a sigh: "What's wrong with you, Huzi? Are you dissatisfied with the society? Or are you kicked in the head, let's talk about it slowly, don't hurt yourself."