In the following time, Masami Watarai brought the same thing on the table to demonstrate. On the mobile phone, he is like a magician, making anything he takes in his hand something that can explode.

The thirty or so people in the auditorium listened to the explosions coming from the waste gasoline barrels that had been prepared for a long time. A handful of sand, a handful of broken glass, and so on.

In the end, Masami Watarai used water to make a bomb and threw it into a burning gasoline barrel. With a loud bang, Watarai Masami ended his presentation.

Xiaobao was dumbfounded. Fang Wenwu, who was on the side, took notes seriously.

"Don't look at me like that. There's nothing remarkable about me. These methods are actually thought up by others. I'll teach you this slowly. But remember, you have to learn, and you have to create! Only then will you be truly qualified intelligence officers. Watarai Masami finally said.

Back in the room at noon, Xiaobao was still thinking about the content of the morning meeting Masamei's demonstration.

"It's still good to have culture, and remember while watching. Even if you don't remember it at the time, you can take it out and look at it afterwards. That's all in mind. Xiaobao looked at Fang Wenwu's notebook and said enviously.

"Why do you learn so much?" Fang Wenwu asked.

Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Saying that it was for the sake of the Japanese Empire was the standard answer, but he was a little unable to say it.

"Then why do you remember?" Xiaobao asked rhetorically.

"The chiefs all know that I am educated, how can I do it if I don't remember?" Fang Wenwu replied with a wry smile.

"Brother, let me say something to you from the bottom of my heart. The more you will, the faster you will die! Fang Wenwu said. There was no smile on his face.

Xiao Bao was speechless when he said this. That's the wise saying.

In connection with the morning climb, he now understands a little. Fang Wenwu has been hiding himself. This guy's kung fu is too high.

Practice fighting and bayonets in the afternoon. After only a few simple movements break down, hundreds of repetitions of the exercise. It's tiring and monotonous.

However, Xiaobao understands this practice method very well.

Liu Dajiao, who taught him kung fu, once said: "It's enough to practice a few things that you can get your hands on." If these tricks don't work, it's useless to learn a thousand sets of flower shelves! ”

His own hands were also very boring to practice.

At the end of the day, Xiaobao practiced so much that his hands and feet were weak and he was sweating. Some of the thirty-three people who were trained could no longer hold on.

After dinner, Xiaobao returned to the room and went to bed without clothes. This time it was different from yesterday, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The next morning, a shrill whistle was heard, and Xiaobao struggled to get up from bed.

I don't know if I'll be able to survive these three months. However, according to his observation, if he couldn't survive himself, there would be no one left among the thirty-three people.

When the thirteen people stood in a neat row to face Imaizumi Tadazo, Imaizumi Tadazo smiled and pointed to his feet and said, "Yesterday, I made it easy for you to climb the mountain not because I was kind, but because the sandbags that were set have not yet arrived. The sandbag arrived yesterday afternoon and every single one of you tied it to your legs! ”

Everyone looked down carefully and saw clearly that the black things that were piled up at the feet of Imaizumi Tadashi were sandbags one by one!

Everyone sighed and wanted to scold their mother in their hearts. But they all walked over obediently, and each took two heavy sandbags and tied them to their legs.

"Run back in an hour!" Imaizumi Tadazo shouted.

Without waiting for the queue, Xiaobao was the first to rush out. While the twenty Russians and a dozen of them had not yet run, he ran out first. So that there is no one in the way in front of you to run faster!

And all the people came to their senses and rushed forward.

Imaizumi Tadazo squinted at the monkey-like figure in front and smiled, "This kid is very shrewd." ”

This time, Xiaobao finally climbed to the top of the mountain almost hand and foot.

Without saying a word, the Japanese soldier waiting at the top of the mountain raised his hand and drew a circle on his back with white chalk.

Then Xiaobao turned around and ran down the mountain. He came down the mountain with more heels than he did yesterday. It's not like yesterday that it will make way for people who go up the mountain. Even if you see someone, you will directly hit it, anyway, the person who goes down the mountain is more fierce than the person who goes up!

When Xiaobao crawled back in front of Imaizumi Tadazo, Imaizumi Tadazo looked at his watch and patted Xiaobao on the shoulder approvingly.

This time, only four people, including Xiaobao, ran down the mountain in an hour.

No doubt, all the others ran another ten laps with sandbags.

But Xiaobao didn't see this scene. Imaizumi Tadazo allowed him to go to the dining hall to eat first.

In the morning, Masami Watarike brought more than 30 people to the training ground. A truck dragged a tin coat on the outside, and upon closer inspection, it was clear that a tank-like monster was parked there.

Today, Masami will give you a demonstration of tactical movements.

Watarai Masami gave an order, and the truck started to move, dragging the tin monster around the training ground.

Watarai Masami is holding a bottle with a strip of cloth hanging from the outside of the bottle.

He lay on his stomach on the snow, then crawled on the side towards the tin monster. When he was still some distance away from the tin monster, he lit the strip of cloth with a lighter and jumped up and slammed the bottle on top of the tin monster.

The much-anticipated explosion and burning did not happen. The liquid in the bottle flowed onto the iron sheet and quickly formed a thin layer of ice!

It turned out that the bottle was actually filled with water.

The crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Standing in place, Watarui Masami was also very embarrassed. It was only when the Great Japanese Empire was training that it would be so shabby.

The rest of the world, the United States, Great Britain, Germany, and the Soviet Union must have been much more arrogant than them when they trained!

"Don't laugh!" Watarai Masami said with a straight face.

"Everyone should see that I simulated the method of destroying the tank. But do you know? This method requires skillful technique and great courage and determination! Masami Watarai almost roared when she said this.

"Why? Because the tank is accompanied by a large number of infantry. Maybe you've just been hit by the enemy as you show half your head in the trenches. Therefore, you should practice more, only in this way can you have more hope of surviving! Watarai said.

Everyone was silent. Everyone can see that no matter how well you practice your technical movements, you will die for a lifetime!

If you have a hard enough guy in your hand, you will have courage in your heart. The harder the guy, the more courage he gets.

If a bottle with a little gasoline can kill a tank, it's a bargain.

Despite thinking so, everyone practiced on the training ground for a morning with bottles.