Chapter 419: Thrilling Creepy

Linhe Township, Hebei Border Region, Western Hebei. The weather was sunny. In the afternoon.

The southeast head of Linhe Township. Special Column Training Ground.

From yesterday afternoon to late at night, a heavy rainstorm fell intermittently in the Hebei border area. Near Yufeng Mountain, Linhe Township, the rain fell even more. One-third of the training ground formed a yellow mud pond, and the deepest part of the muddy water reached the foot and neck.

Meng Dakui, Zhou Qiwei, four guards, and a dozen soldiers from the old black and unorganized ranks came to the training ground twenty or thirty meters away from Huangnitang. Meng Dakui loudly ordered all the soldiers to gather. The soldiers who were undergoing various training immediately put down the broadswords and rifles in their hands, quickly put on neat military uniforms, tied armed belts around their waists, and ran to assemble, standing in front of Meng Dakui and others in four horizontal rows and in a neat queue with a company as a unit.

It's bad, it's bad, Meng Dakui is going to rectify and punish me again in front of the whole team of soldiers. Alas, this time it's going to be all lost. Alas, who made Lao Tzu's skills inferior to others and couldn't beat him Meng Dakui, he was completely planted, and he deserved to be unlucky. The stubborn and short-tempered old black muttered in a dejected mood.

Meng Dakui ordered a company to come out of the gourd valley of Yufeng Mountain to listen to the order. Meng Dakui strode to the front of the company, and with his shout, "Let's go!" A team of more than 100 people followed behind Meng Dakui, and the soldiers marched forward with their heads held high, arms swinging neatly, walking in unison, and high spirits. After turning left and right, the team walked into the yellow mud pond. Not a single fighter hesitated, not a single soldier stopped and went out of the ranks. Dirty muddy water splashed everywhere, and the warriors were covered in muddy water. After two round-trips, the team walked out of the yellow mud pond. Meng Dakui ordered the team to line up horizontally in front of the mud pond.

The soldiers of the other companies watched with wide eyes and bewilderment.

"Lie down!" The warriors fell to the ground in unison. "Creeping forward!" Meng Dakui led the soldiers to crawl forward in the yellow mud pond. The faces and bodies of the warriors were covered with mud, but without complaining, they crawled forward in the mud pond for two rounds.

"Stop moving! Rise! "Prostrate in the mud pool, the warriors stood up in unison.

"Sit down!" The soldiers sat in the yellow mud pond again.

Meng Dakui ordered two warriors of medium stature and average physique to stand up and march out of rank, and then launched an unarmed attack on the two of them. Not to be outdone, the two warriors immediately dodged and dispersed, and then tacitly launched a quick counterattack against Meng Dakui one after the other. The three of them fought and fought in the yellow mud pond, making ruthless moves, kicking fiercely, falling to the ground and rolling over, flying and jumping, one against two, two against one, hand-to-hand combat, close combat, you come and go, do not let each other, dazzling, tense and intense.

The soldiers standing in line outside the Yellow Mud Pond were all excited and applauded. Da Lao Hei and a dozen of his soldiers were all dumbfounded. Although their martial arts are not high, and they can even be said to have no martial arts, they can see that Meng Dakui and the two fighters who are fighting are martial arts masters. At this time, the soldiers sitting in the yellow mud pond watched the battle calmly and speechlessly, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

The two war horses galloped towards the training ground like a gallop and stood behind Zhou Qiwei. Fang Jiren rolled the saddle and dismounted, and strode to Zhou Qiwei's side.

"Chief of Staff, what's going on?" Francis asked in a whisper.

Zhou Qiwei reported the whole incident to Fang Jiren in detail.

"Oh, that's what happened, I understand, Deputy Commander Meng did the right thing. The special column must be strictly disciplined, enforce orders and prohibitions, and resolutely correct and thoroughly eradicate bad work styles. Fang Jiren said approvingly as he watched the fierce confrontation in the yellow mud pond.

"Stop!" Meng Dakui repelled two fighters, one on the left and one on the right, and shouted loudly after striking at the same time, and then ordered the two fighters to return to the team. The two fighters, soaked and covered in muddy water, returned to the group and sat in the yellow mud pond.

Meng Dakui, who was soaked and covered with muddy water, dragged his Qualcomm leather boots filled with muddy water to the front of the team watching the battle, took two big knives from the hands of the two soldiers, and walked into the yellow mud pond, selected a short, thin and thin young warrior from the team sitting in the yellow mud pond, and ordered him to stand up and stand up. The little soldier took the big knife from Meng Dakui's hand and walked out of the queue, without saying a word or greeting, he took two steps forward, raised the big knife with both hands, and slashed at Meng Dakui's back who turned around and walked to the depths of the Yellow Nitang water. The soldiers who fought outside the Yellow Muddy Pond were stunned.

Meng Dakui, who seemed to have a premonition, instantly turned sideways and fell down to avoid it, and at the same time, he swept the little soldier's calf with his right hand and slashed at it. The little warrior leaps to his feet to dodge the blade, and at the same time rises and falls with his sword and slashes downward. Meng Dakui rolled over in the yellow mud pond and stood up, waving his knife to fight. The two tossed and turned, knives and knives, the offensive was fierce, pointing to the key point, the defense was tight, the wind and rain were impenetrable, stabbing and slashing, slashing, slashing, sweeping, skillful knife skills, changeable tricks, and doing everything. Blocking, dodging, rolling, leaping, swift footsteps, erratic shapes, dizzying. The two brandished broadswords collided with a "clang, click" sound, and flashed in the sunlight.

The soldiers standing in line outside the Yellow Mud Pond were all dumbfounded, their hearts constricted, and they watched the battle silently. Sitting in the yellow mud pond, the soldiers still watched the battle calmly and speechlessly.

Da Lao Hei and his dozen or so soldiers standing in line outside the yellow mud pond were all thrilling and terrifying. They had never seen such a ferocious and swift double real knife slashing each other in front of them.

Ouch mom, is this training? It's scary. How can you use real guys to really chop and slash? No matter who is slashed by the two of them, they must not break their arms and legs, and maybe their lives will be gone. It's too hanging, it's too dangerous, isn't it a game of life? Where is there such training? The old man muttered to himself in horror.

"Stop! Back. Meng Dakui handed the big knife in his hand to the little soldier, and ordered a tall, burly and sturdy young soldier sitting in the yellow mud pond to come out of the ranks. Meng Dakui beckoned, and the two soldiers ran into the yellow mud pond with the 38 big cover rifles and handed them to each of them.

Meng Dakui and the little soldier fought with guns and bayonets, and the intensity and danger were no less than half a point lower than the slashing and slashing practice just now.

Seeing this, Zhou Qiwei couldn't help but sigh, the Eighth Route Army under the leadership of the Communist Party is indeed amazing, all of them are tough guys. He had never trained soldiers so harshly in the previous Kuomintang army. With these fighters in front of you and the soldiers of the Shuihe Village Supplementary Regiment, they will definitely be able to completely defeat the Japanese devils.

Seeing this time, the old black heart took it orally and thoroughly.

"Stop! Back. Meng Dakui ordered the soldiers to stand up and gather out of the yellow mud pond. Meng Dakui walked out of the yellow mud pond with a rifle and walked in front of Da Lao Hei and said:

"Deputy company commander, hand-to-hand combat, broadsword fighting, bayonet fighting, choose one, or all three, I will ask you for a few tricks. How's it going? ”

"Huh? Lao Tzu, no, I, I don't dare. Deputy Commander Meng, I saw it just now, my kung fu is not as good as yours, I can't beat you, and I will listen to you in the future. The old man refused and begged for mercy with a face full of shame and a cold heart.

"Deputy Commander Meng! Look at the tricks! Fang Jiren strode and swooped towards Meng Dakui like a tiger descending the mountain, punching and striking.

Meng Dakui was caught off guard and couldn't dodge, and his shoulder was hit by a heavy punch, and he suddenly felt pain. Then he turned and picked up his rifle and stabbed him ferociously into the heart of Francis.

Yes! The warriors, who had not yet understood what was going on, screamed in fear.