Li An thought that he was going to throw stones again, but Zhang Nan took out three knives and handed them to him.

It's more appropriate to say it's not so much a knife than an iron piece.

After polishing, the iron piece has the marks of a knife and is very sharp.

"From today onwards, you start practicing knives." Zhang Nan said.

Practice knives, practice flying knives!

Li An was a little excited in his heart, and he finally had the opportunity to practice flying knives after two months of special training.

"Give it a try." Zhang Nan commanded.

Li An held a flying knife in his right hand, his eyes were fixed on the target seven meters away, and he secretly adjusted his breathing, calculating all the factors that affected the flight of the flying knife in his mind.

"Smack."

The throwing knife came out of his hand and landed behind the tree.

Off target?

Li An's brows tightened slightly.

With stones, Ang Lee can hit the target 100%, but the flying knife and the stone are completely different at the same distance and under the same conditions.

Shi Zi Li An has been practicing for many years, and if he holds one in his hand, he can adjust the angle and technique of throwing it according to its size, shape, and weight.

The flying knife was Ang Lee's first attempt, and its size, shape, and weight were completely different from those of stones, and the feeling of throwing it was naturally different.

Off-target is a reasonable thing.

"Try again." Zhang Nan commanded.

"Smack." The knife struck the tree and fell again.

"Try again."

"Smack." This time, the knife was pierced into the tree, but it was far from the target.

"Pick it up and keep trying."

"Go on."

"Don't rely on your eyes, they can deceive, look for your feelings."

"Pick it up and move on."

"Throw it out."

"Think of the knife as if it were part of your body, and throwing it out is just an extension."

"Pick it up and move on."

......

Time was lost in the constant picking up and throwing knives, and the sky soon revealed a bright color.

"Alright, that's all for today." Zhang Nan commanded.

Li An's chest rose and fell slightly, adjusting his breathing, and his eyes fell on the big tree full of knife holes.

After more than an hour of practice, I was finally able to pierce the tree with a knife, but it was still a little difficult to hit the target.

Back in the company, the wake-up call had just sounded.

Li Ang washed his face and looked like he had just woken up.

Because there is still a lot of training at night, Ang Lee's physical consumption is very large, and he still maintains the position of "rice bucket" every time he eats, and he is always the most able to eat.

After breakfast, the troops were pulled out for training.

After a simple queue practice, it is shooting and aiming, mainly in a lying position.

"Ang Lee, don't think that you can be lazy if you get good results, rush to the mountain for me!" Nie Wanli suddenly roared.

Li An's eyebrows tightened slightly, and he felt very strange in his heart, he was not lazy.

"Why don't you hurry up, I see you don't want to eat at noon!" Nie Wanli looked like he was going to eat people, and the other squad leaders didn't dare to approach.

"Yes!" Li An wondered in his heart, but he still picked up his rifle and rushed to the mountain according to Nie Wanli's order.

The so-called mountain rush, which is to sprint to the mountain with all your might, is a very physically demanding sport, and it is also a severe punishment for recruits.

"Good boy, I don't think you will do your best to run for me if you don't follow you!" Nie Wanli yelled behind and chased after him.

Don't look at Nie Wanli's obesity, but his running speed is not slow at all, and he soon caught up with Li An.

"Run, hurry, hurry!" Nie Wanli took a branch out of nowhere in his hand and whipped Li An.

Why did Ang Lee provoke that fat man?

People were very strange in their hearts, but no one dared to ask, they were afraid that Nie Wanli would fire on them.

The two kept running towards the back mountain, and finally disappeared into the mountain forest.

"This is where Zhang Nan asked you to practice throwing knives?" Nie Wanli stretched out his hand and touched the knife marks on the tree, not at all as irritable as before.

"Yes." Ang Lee replied truthfully.

"How are you feeling?" Nie Wanli turned around and asked.

Ang Lee thought for a moment and said, "It's a little more difficult than I imagined." ”

"It's just difficult, nothing is easy to do. Especially on the battlefield, the easier things often need to be cautious, because you may have fallen into the trap of the enemy. Nie Wanli said.

"Yes." Li An said that he understood, but he wondered why Nie Wanli brought him here.

Nie Wanli smiled and said, "For you, training like other recruits is just a waste of time, so I'm going to teach you something else from today." ”

Other?

Special Training!

Ang Li's eyes lit up, and he finally understood why Nie Wanli was acting in a scene, in order to cover people's eyes and ears.

"Squad leader, what are you going to teach me?" Ang Lee asked excitedly.

Nie Wanli said: "On the battlefield, in addition to fighting with weapons, soldiers often face hand-to-hand combat, and it is the fighting techniques that I want to teach you. ”

Martial arts!

Ang Lee's eyes lit up again.

"Look at it." Nie Wanli said and fought in the clearing.

"Whew, whew...... Wow! Syllable! ”

Nie Wanli is obese, and some people secretly call him a fat pig, but his appearance has completely changed when he punches.

With every punch, he hit the tiger vigorously, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the brave momentum alone was enough to make people retreat.

After a set of punches, Nie Wanli's face turned pale, clutching his chest and panting heavily.

"Squad leader, are you alright?" Li An hurriedly stepped forward to support Nie Wanli.

Nie Wanli waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "Why, is it so hard to even fight a set of fists now?" ”

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Nie Wanli suddenly covered his mouth and coughed.

"Squad leader!" Li An exclaimed a little anxiously.

After a burst of coughing, Nie Wanli clenched his right hand into a fist and hid it in his pocket, and said to Li An: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry." ”

Can this not be worried?

"Squad leader, if you're not feeling well, let's go back first." Ang Lee said.

Nie Wanli shook his head, his complexion recovered a little, and he said to Li An: "To practice boxing, the foundation must be stable first, today you will first take a horse step, and I will teach you the moves after laying a good foundation." ”

"Yes." Ang Lee understands the truth that tall buildings rise from the ground, and the foundation is very important.

After instructing Li An to tie up his horse, Nie Wanli turned around and walked behind a tree, and took out his right hand hidden in his pocket.

Spread out the palms, the palms were full of black blood.

Nie Wanli opened the kettle he brought with him to wash the blood off his hands, and then returned to Li An as if nothing happened.

In this way, Li An took a step all morning, and in the interval between rests, Nie Wanli explained to him the principles of boxing and some simple moves.

"Ang Lee, you're lazy again! Get up and rush to the mountains! ”

"Ang Lee, rush to the mountain!"

"Rush to the mountain, hurry up!"

......

Every time he went out to exercise, Nie Wanli would find all kinds of reasons for Li An to rush to the mountain, and then take him to the forest to practice boxing.

At night, Ang Lee would pick up millet in the restaurant again, and then practice flying knives in the back mountain, and every day was very fulfilling.