During this period of time, Liu Cheng became the "chief coach" of the guerrillas, and his daily task was to train with everyone.

Physical fitness, tactics, fighting, in short, except for not firing live ammunition, everything else is trained according to the standards of the modern army.

Although the soldiers under Li Hongguang, Ye Jian, and Duan Jinghe usually have to train, the training intensity is far from being so great, and they can't adapt to it at all for a while.

The oldest of them is already in his forties, and under such high-intensity training, it is simply unbearable.

But Liu Cheng did not give anyone special treatment, and completely treated them equally.

On the fifth day, some people had opinions, and went directly to Yuan Desheng and Zhang Guanyi to "complain".

In order to embody democracy, Zhang Guanyi immediately gathered everyone together and asked everyone who thought that Liu Cheng should not be trained in this way to stand up and speak their minds.

If most people think that Liu Cheng is wrong to do this, then stop this training immediately.

Liu Cheng was a little speechless, knowing that Zhang Guanyi did this on purpose and wanted to solve the problem once and for all, but he was still a little awkward in his heart.

In his previous life, he hated this kind of formalism the most, but he knew that in this period, this method was indeed necessary and effective.

Sure enough, before Zhang Guanyi's words fell, more than 100 people stood up and accused Liu Cheng's training of not treating them as human beings, but completely training livestock.

Zhang Guan smiled and signaled everyone to be quiet, and said loudly to Liu Cheng:

"Comrade Liu Cheng, you can explain it to everyone."

Although Liu Cheng could understand in his heart that these people were ideologically backward and did not have an accurate definition of the word "soldier", he still did not have the patience to explain to them bit by bit.

He walked gently to the crowd and stood still, his face sinking like water, his cold gaze sweeping over the faces of those who were standing.

Everyone who met his gaze would quickly dodge, not daring to look him in the eye.

Not to mention the others, even those people themselves couldn't understand why they had a sense of awe for this boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

After a while, Liu Cheng slowly spoke:

"Do you think I'm treating you like animals? Well, you can not participate in my training, but when you die on the battlefield, don't blame me for not training you properly, disband, and get out! ”

As soon as he said this, let alone those fighters, even Zhang Guanyi was stunned.

He never expected Liu Cheng to speak like this, and he didn't save face for everyone at all.

These fighters didn't understand, but Zhang Guanyi fully understood Liu Cheng's good intentions.

He knew that only by improving the combat effectiveness of each soldier could the combat effectiveness of the entire team be improved, and only then could the casualties be effectively reduced in future battles.

This was originally a good thing, but Liu Cheng didn't say it well.

After Liu Cheng finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, and he didn't intend to explain at all.

A man in his thirties suddenly rushed out of the team, reached out to grab Liu Cheng's shoulder, and said with a scolding in his mouth:

"Little cub, what are you doing with yourself?"

As he spoke, his hand fell on Liu Cheng's shoulder.

But before he could exert his strength, Liu Cheng suddenly bent over, raised his hand to clasp his wrist and pressed it down hard, and slammed his knee sideways, which was against the man's chest.

The man let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground, curled up in a ball clutching his chest.

Liu Cheng turned around calmly, looked at everyone and said:

"Who else wants to do it with me? Line up, I don't want to be big, three people can go up together, let me let you understand why you die so quickly on the battlefield! ”

As soon as the words fell, two young men of twenty-five or sixteen rushed towards Liu Cheng, one left and one right.

With his right foot retreating and his left foot moving horizontally, Liu Cheng left his original position in an instant, leaving both of them on the left side of his body, and with the forward momentum of the person closest to him, a hand knife was slashing at his throat, and the man immediately fell to the ground and did not move.

Seeing this, the remaining person immediately raised his foot and kicked Liu Cheng violently.

Liu Cheng's eyes kept staring at his body, and the moment he saw the man's hip bone lifted, he moved in advance, his right foot was raised, and the sole of his shoe was blocking the path of the man's legs.

The man kicked Liu Cheng on the sole of his shoe.

If it is ordinary shoes, there is naturally no problem, but at this time, Liu Cheng is wearing the devil's Zhaowu-style military boots, and the soles are thirty-six steel nails.

The man suddenly sat on the ground holding his feet.

Then, more than a dozen people rushed up one after another, but there was no suspense in the result, and all of them were put to the ground by Liu Cheng within three moves.

After the fight, Liu Cheng looked at them coldly and said calmly:

"With your current strength, once you come into contact with the devil, you will be a gift to the head, the training is tiring, and it is very easy to die."

A young man who had just woken up from vertigo after being punched by Liu Cheng wanted to stand up and continue fighting, but was knocked down again by Liu Cheng's backhand slap, and he couldn't get up from the ground after trying three times.

The rest of them no longer had the courage to rush forward, but their eyes were still full of anger when they looked at Liu Cheng.

Liu Cheng stood in place with his hands in his hands, meeting their gaze without fear.

He left room for his attack, otherwise the man who had just been hit in the throat by the knife would have now arrived at the Nahe Bridge.

Zhang Guanyi couldn't sit still a little, he was afraid that once the situation deteriorated, the scene would be difficult to control, so he wanted to stand up and play a round, but Yuan Desheng held him down, and whispered in his ear:

"Don't worry, nothing happens, let's watch the show."

Zhang Guanyi sighed helplessly, shook his head and did not speak.

Liu Cheng looked at the guerrillas with anger on their faces, burst out angrily, and shouted angrily:

"What do you think I'm training for? It's been more than a year, and you've fought a few battles with devils, but, as you say yourself, have you ever won? When was it not a mountain chased by devils? The devil has a gun in his hand, and you have a fucking burning stick in your hand? How many of you dare to guarantee that you will be able to hit the target accurately at a distance of 200 meters? Stand up and let me see! Let me tell you, the Japanese soldiers can hit at least 70 percent within 200 meters, even if they don't say they hit every 100 shots! What about you? I don't think you're going to fight, you're going to be a target for devils! This is still a positional battle, if it is a white-knuckle battle, the five of you are not the opponent of a devil! If you don't believe me, I'll take you down the mountain immediately and go to Rock City to find the devil and give it a try!" ”