"Dial the punch!"

"Hook the hook!"

"Elbow and knee hit!"

"Chest and neck!"

……

"Whew...... Ha...... Phew! ”

Zhang Junbao's panting cry sounded again in the silent courtyard of Class 13, and he was practicing the "Sixteen Ways of Martial Arts" that the recruit company had learned.

Every time he made a movement, he would shout out the name of the action out loud.

When he first started practicing, he didn't dare to make a sound, but when he practiced to the point of forgetting himself, he forgot his situation, and the shouts of killing rang out.

When he had practiced the whole set of moves, he realized that the veterans were all standing in the doorway watching him.

He was taken aback at the time, and when he waited for the veterans to beat him with trepidation, the veterans surprisingly did not scold him.

This situation has also made him bold, and every afternoon when he practices boxing, he will always shout out loud to cheer himself on.

"You have to work hard to do the movements, and you have to sweat after every set of movements, that's the hard work!"

He remembered the words of the little man very clearly, and he didn't know if it was because the little man often cleaned him up.

"Is this the legendary love out of hate, or is it love out of hate?"

Every time he thinks of this question, Zhang Junbao always feels a chill in his heart.

There was a cold, piercing sensation from his tail bone, which made his heart torment all day.

That damn little man's image of him is too deep, as Zhang Junbao's guide on the road to becoming a soldier, his every word has been branded into Zhang Junbao's bones.

When Zhang Junbao's every action is played, he has a lot of strength, although the action may not be very good, but looking at his sweaty appearance, he must have worked hard.

"Kick left and kick right!"

"Swing side-kick!"

"Knock knock" two steps sounded, and Zhang Junbao finished a set of actions and stopped.

"......Whew," he let out a long breath, picked up the towel on the windowsill and wiped the sweat from his head, then picked up the kettle and poured two sips of it hard.

The grasslands in late April are still icy, the northwest wind is still howling, and looking at the clear blue sky is a little confusing.

Which day will the sun appear and what day will it be cloudy?

There was a light snow a few days ago, and Zhang Junbao specially put on a sweater when he practiced boxing.

In this ghost place where birds don't, once you get sick, you can only resign yourself to fate. (There are only common cold and fever medicines and anti-inflammatory drugs in the class, and then there are white medicines and gauze for treating trauma, which are not very useful.) ）

"What are you practicing?"

The GI didn't know when he ran out of the squad and stood at the door.

"Squad leader, the fighting skills I practiced, the squad leader taught us when I was in the recruit company."

"!"

The soldier seemed to be quite disdainful of martial arts, and his eyes were full of contempt when he looked at Zhang Junbao, "Just this broken fighting technique, you change your actions once a year, is it useful?" ”

"You practice this thing every day, hoping to hit people?"

"Squad leader, I didn't say beating people?"

Seeing that there was something wrong with the soldier's situation, Zhang Junbao's heart was a little panicked, no matter how the current soldier looked, it seemed that he was looking for something to do.

"When did I say you hit someone?"

"Besides, let you fight, can you beat it?"

"I ......."

"What am I? What else can I do? ”

"Come on, come on, brother will give you a chance to hit me!"

Seeing the soldier stretch out his hand and point to his head, Zhang Junbao's heart was completely confused.

He knew that the GIs were deliberately finding fault now.

It's just that he doesn't know why.

"Squad leader, I won't fight you, I can't beat you, I'll continue to practice boxing."

As he spoke, Zhang Junbao put the towel and kettle in his hand back on the windowsill, then bypassed the soldier standing in front of him, turned around and walked towards the open space in the small courtyard.

"Oops!"

Suddenly, Zhang Junbao stumbled a few steps, almost fell to the ground, and couldn't help screaming.

When he turned his head to look behind him, he saw the GI grinning at him.

Just now, he was just about to dodge the GI, but when he was taking a step, the GI almost pinned him to the ground with a "big leg".

Being bullied like this, even if it's a clay man, you'll have three points of anger!

But Zhang Junbao still endured.

He stared at the GI for a long time, and finally looked at the dormitory door with a frown, and had to turn around and continue training on his own.

The footsteps of "kicking" suddenly sounded behind him, and before Zhang Junbao could react to what the situation was, he felt that his neck was strangled!

A stilt-like arm reached from behind him to the front of his neck, and a cross-buckle locked his neck.

"Squad leader, what are you doing?"

"Let go of me!"

"I won't let it go, how can you drop it?"

The soldier was behind him, and as he spoke, he strangled Zhang Junbao's neck twice, causing Zhang Junbao to cough violently.

"Ahem...... Whining. ”

In the face of the soldier's throat, the more Zhang Junbao used force, the tighter his neck became.

After a while, his face turned red.

"If you have the ability, you have the ability, you can let me go!"

"Li Bing, I'm going to fight you alone!"

Zhang Junbao pulled the soldier's arm out with both hands, but found that his strength and the soldier's strength were not at the same level at all, and there was no change in the two arms that strangled him.

"Want to go it alone with me?"

"Interesting."

The soldier suddenly laughed, and he didn't know what he was laughing at, and before Zhang Junbao could react, the soldier had already let go of his neck.

"Come on, three madmen, come and beat me."

"Aren't you going to be alone with me? Hehe! ”

"Ah......" shouted, and Zhang Junbao had already punched directly into the soldier's head.

Although he knew that the blow to the head was a fatal vital part, Zhang Junbao still went straight to it.

The GI's strength is too great, and if he is hit elsewhere, it will definitely be useless.

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is a little skinny.

Before Zhang Junbao rushed in front of the soldier, he flew back directly upside down.

"Hold the grass, you still have a yarn with this reaction speed!"

fell to the ground in the same posture as the five-body throw, and Zhang Junbao fell head-down to a dog gnawing mud.

There was a sharp pain in his stomach, and the feeling of turning the river and the sea turned over made him feel like he wanted to vomit all his bile.

The moment he landed, he figured out how he had come back!

The GI knocked him out with one kick!

The severe pain caused Zhang Junbao to close his eyes before he landed, and by the time he opened his eyes again, the soldier didn't know where he had gone.

As soon as he thought of the martial arts he had been practicing and learning since he had been in the recruit company, and being knocked down with a kick today, his heart suddenly became dazed.

What did you learn?

Whether it was a head-on fight or a sneak attack by a GI, he was put down with a single move.

If it was on the battlefield, he would have been a corpse a long time ago, and by the time the war was over, his coffin board would have been covered with a national flag.

He was called a martyr.