The night was deep, a crescent moon gradually appeared, and the trees in the distance were covered with silver brilliance, and thick black shadows were baked in the forest, and the silence was solemn there. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luo Zhaoyun was a fire scout, came to the foot of a mountain, dismounted and rested, this time it was a practice exercise, and there was no hostile situation, so everyone was very loose.

Huo Changji Chong didn't hide his secrets, and said some precautions as a scout, let everyone memorize them, and demonstrated several gestures, such as spotting the enemy, ambushing the enemy, and avoiding the enemy, so as to give hints to his companions.

"A few of you, you have all remembered, when you are a scout, the most important thing is to be clever, listen to the six directions, and see the ...... in all directions"

"When encountering a place of mountains and forests, you should observe whether there are any strange things such as frightened birds, and if there is something unusual, you must consider whether there is an ambush ......."

"When you see the enemy, don't startle the snake, pay attention to the cooperation of everyone, once you make a move, you can't let the enemy's scouts escape, otherwise we will be exposed, it will be difficult to spy on reliable information, and even encounter a counterattack by their nearby helpers......"

"Go out to spy on the enemy, pay attention to the enemy's outposts, enter remote places, pay attention to horse manure and horse urine on the ground, and you can judge whether there is a time for war horses to pass by......"

"At night, you have to take turns on duty, three-person teams take turns, one open sentry, two dark sentry, and the rest of the people get together, but pay attention to the direction, once there is an enemy attack, you can quickly guard all directions, and do not give the enemy a chance to slaughter completely......

Ji Chong sat on a haystack, carried a wine jug, took a few sips of wine, and said the last paragraph, explaining carefully to these people, it was a matter of the team's life, but he didn't dare to be sloppy.

After all, these are basic scout common sense, and as time goes by, you will soon be able to slowly realize that whether you can survive or not, in addition to luck, also depends on your own strength, without a few brushes, it is easiest to be killed in martial arts.

"Okay, that's all for tonight, you guys have made a note, and in a few days we will go out to carry out the mission, and when we encounter danger, a few trials will be enough."

Ji Chong put away the wine jug, wrapped the robe on his body, saw the war horse in the distance, and suddenly said to Luo Zhaoyun: "Your war horse is good, it is a high-grade BMW, it should be produced in Dawan in the Western Regions, right?" ”

Luo Zhaoyun nodded, and did not deny it, among these nine people, there are children from the big clan, as well as veterans in the army, so they can naturally identify whether they are good horses or not!

Some people showed a bit of greed in their eyes, and they were playing some little Jiujiu in their hearts, if this young man died during the mission, then the horses might be taken by the comrades in the robes and taken for themselves.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled faintly and said, "My spear is even better!" ”

Everyone was stunned, and they all looked at the big gun beside him, slightly surprised, the gun was about a zhang long, the body of the gun was mulberry wood, after steps like a horse lance, he was not afraid of any big knife chopping at all, the spear was very long, extremely sharp, and the overall weight was more than 20 catties, which was specially built for him by Luo Yi.

Luo Zhaoyun now has excellent arm strength, and more than 20 catties is too light, but in order to retain his strength and not let more people see his superiority, he did not use a pure iron silver spear, but temporarily used this wooden spear as a kind of training.

The ancient generals charged on horseback, the weight of the weapon is very important, a few onslaughts back and forth, can play a huge role, but not the heavier the weapon, the better, because the weapon sinks, it will affect your body coordination in all aspects, waste of strength, and consume your physical energy too quickly.

And the weapon is too heavy, although the power of a blow is great, but it is often too violent, unable to adjust the physical state in time, as the so-called 'Kanglong has regrets, and the profit cannot last long', so the attack must be received, and the strength of the fight is ten, but there are still twenty points of the strength left in oneself, which is the true meaning of martial arts.

For example, Luo Zhaoyun's daily stabbing and robbing, one shot is stabbed, not using all the strength, but containing part of the strength and strength, not only attacking like a poisonous snake out of a hole, but also like a green dragon entering the sea, and collecting is more important than attacking, because it is slow, the defense is not timely, the door is wide open, and the death is fast.

"Okay, go to sleep, recuperate, walk around tomorrow morning, go back to the camp in the afternoon, get used to it first, and the real task will be in a few days."

The seven of them began to sleep, and Zhang Songxi, Jing Wei, and Luo Zhaoyun were the first group on duty.

"I'm going to go to the side and practice my gun, and be a secret sentinel." Luo Zhaoyun got up, took his gun to a quiet place, and began to stab at the trees.

Puff puff!

Every time the strength can be kept even, the shot is like electricity, the gun is like a shuttle, and the technique is becoming more and more skillful, as if the gun is the same as his arm, and the cooperation is getting better and better.

Luo Yi secretly came to visit him a year ago, and said that the first step of gun practice is the foundation, the second step is to be subtle, the third step is the integration of people and guns, and then in the future, you have to understand the essence of your own gun.

Luo Zhaoyun has practiced hard for four years, and he has gradually come into contact with the subtleties, but it is too difficult to really master the subtleties.

The gun in your hand is an extension of your body, if your body can't be free, your spearmanship can't be sent and received freely, and everything is free.

This requires those who practice guns, their own fists and feet, body skills, etc., to practice hard at the same time, practice dark energy, heart and mind, when holding and grabbing, can also make the qi, body, mood unity, capture subtlety.

It's really subtle, such as a shot that can punch a nail in a wall, a gun that can stab a candle flame, and even a fly that flies in the air.

At this time, Luo Zhaoyun is far from the real spearmanship, which is still a little worse, not only needs to be pierced by water drops, but also has understanding, and trains the dark energy of the body to the point of turning strength.

Zhang Songxi and Jing Wei stood in the distance, and saw Luo Zhaoyun simply stabbing and robbing, looking at each other, just now I heard that he was going to practice guns, and thought that it was some kind of exquisite marksmanship, so they also secretly followed, hiding aside and watching, although not to mention that they can steal a few tricks, even if they can see the superb gun skills, they can also have fun.

But at the moment, I was a little disappointed, because such a simple stabbing method was too boring and boring, similar to a new recruit enlisting in the army and stabbing a spear at a scarecrow.

"Embroidered pillow, I got that good gun in vain."

"Whose noble son came here to pick up merit and be knighted, right?"

The two muttered a few words, but they were bored, turned around and left, and went back to duty.

When the time came, Zhao Ting, Liang Yongkuan, and Yu William began to replace the rotation, and in the second half of the night, Liu Kuang, Helianshu, and Ma Buchuan were the three of them, and the fire chief did not have to be on duty.

The next day, when everything was silent, the eastern horizon shone with a glimmer of light, and the morning light slowly began.

At the beginning of the morning sun, this sunshine is quiet and elegant, without that noisy atmosphere, which makes people feel calm and relaxed.

Luo Zhaoyun and the other ten people had already set their horses on the road, found the river flowing out of the mountains and valleys, marked them on the sketch, and then returned all the way along the foot of the mountain.

On the mountain pass, they could see that the Turkic army was fighting with the Great Sui army outside the pass, a thousand miles of wind, the Xiongguan Mandao, and everywhere there were war horses galloping, killing and clashing.

"Boom... Knock ......" The dull and huge drum beat pierced the sky and moved in all directions.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Turkic and Sui armies are fiercely rushing to kill, from time to time someone is killed, picked down, stabbed to death, flesh and blood battlefield, everyone is desperately squandering this life, the avenue is ruthless, the battlefield is even more so, the other party's life is the glory of killing the enemy.

Blood splattered, stumps flew, heads rolled, headless corpses spewed columns of blood, and the slaughter of others that had just been sacrificed to death may now be a pile of flesh under the horse's hooves.

War is the main theme of men, and it has been the case in all dynasties!

After Luo Zhaoyun saw it, his blood was excited, his heart was excited, he was nervous and excited, this is the ancient battlefield, countless warriors threw their heads, spilled blood, and shrouded in horse leather, this is the place where the true colors of men are most prominent.

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