"Left straight punch, right hook, pay attention to the rhythm...... Pretty! It's the perfect combination, and if you can keep that form and momentum, I'm willing to bet no one can hold up the bell until the end of the fight when you're facing you! ”

"Believe me, as long as you keep working hard and add your talent, Cruise, you will be able to become a world champion sooner or later!"

In the shouts and cheers, a man with a height of more than 190 centimeters and a body as graceful as a cheetah, while rhythmically beating and changing his attack angle, poured his fists at the enemy in front of him, pouring over like a storm.

The boxer is clearly trained rigorously and systematically, with plenty of energy and agility that feels more like clockwork, and he keeps throwing his fists. The opponent standing in front of him, no matter how he raised his fists to protect his head, he could always break the defense first, and then slam the punch into the face. The entire training ground was filled with the dull sound of fists hitting the face.

It wasn't until the coach gave a stop-and-go order that the boxer, with a relaxed expression, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, climbed over the rope in the ring, and sat down on a chair. While sucking the water that others brought to his mouth with a straw, he listened to the coach's comments. And at this time, a well-dressed person who looks like a butler will also walk to the ring, with a condescending attitude, and graciously hand a few bills to the opponent who has been beaten from beginning to end.

The butler looked the Chinese in front of him up and down, and he must admit that he was really a little surprised.

Although Cruise is still in training and has not participated in a boxing match, as a middleweight boxer, his right fist strength has almost reached the heavyweight level, and he has never seen a person who can only defend and not fight back, and can accompany Cruise to "practice" boxing for more than ten days, and can also use his legs to stand as straight as a javelin.

Secretly assessing the physical condition of this Chinese, the butler said: "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, Lei Zhen you continue to accompany Cruise to practice boxing." ”

Lei Zhen took off the pair of boxing gloves that were just decorations and had no real meaning, took the banknotes, and put them into his personal pocket. Glancing at Cruise again, who was sitting there in a big way, listening to the coach's comments and guidance, Lei Zhen nodded silently.

Walking to a corner of the training ground, sending his head under the water tap, and rinsing the sweat and blood stains on his face with cold water, Lei Zhen squinted his eyes and walked out of the training ground.

Lei Zhen walked very slowly, because the corner of his left eye had just been cracked by Cruise's punch, and although the butler gave him a piece of ointment that could stick to the wound, his eyes were still uncontrollably swollen, making him seem to have an extra shadow when he looked at anything.

Half an hour later, Lei Zhen walked to a wharf, after three months of investing millions of troops in the tragic battle, the entire Shanghai has been irreparably damaged, although the sea and land transportation has been reopened, but to restore the prosperity of the past, obviously it will take a long time. The number of workers working as coolies on the wharf is obviously insufficient, and it is precisely because of this situation that Lei Zhen was able to find a temporary job in a place like the wharf, where xenophobic surnames are extremely strong.

Lei Zhen never talks much to the workers here, and he can carry three two-hundred-pound sacks at a time. He was like a camel, constantly going back and forth between the warehouse and the freighter, and even if the dock workers with extremely xenophobic surnames secretly stretched out their feet to trip him, Lei Zhen would get up without saying a word, grab the sacks again, and throw them on his shoulders until the sky was completely dark and the work on the dock was over.

Holding a large number of bamboo sticks, Lei Zhen exchanged a few small denomination banknotes from the foreman's hand. Before these banknotes are warmed in their hands, at least one or two of them will flow into the hands of Shanghai gangsters who don't have to do anything, just spread their hands, and sit there in a big way to collect "protection money".

Lei Zhen still clearly remembers what those members of the "Axe Gang" said when they punched him in the stomach when they first charged him for protection money.

"Why, you're very unconvinced by this punch, aren't you?" A member of the Axe Gang patted Lei Zhen's face, revealing the axe he pinned to his waist, and said, "Lao Tzu told you that when you come to this territory to eat mixed food, you have to abide by our rules." When you reach Lao Tzu's territory, you have to be coiled if you are a dragon, and you have to lie down if you are a tiger. If you are not convinced, just fuck off! ”

Staring at the weapon pinned to the belt of the Axe Gang member, Lei Zhen was silent for a long time, but still handed a sweat-stained banknote to the other party's hand.

Putting the "protection money" in the hands of those uncles, sitting alone on the steps in front of the warehouse, Lei Zhen took out a cloth bag from his arms. In this cloth bag, there were two corn tortillas, as well as a few vegetable leaves that Lei Zhen had picked up on the road.

Since the cloth bag had been held in his arms, the tortillas were still hot when they were taken out, and a little salt was sprinkled on top of the leaves, and the leaves were rolled in the tortillas and then put them in his mouth together.

Since there was still plenty of time, Lei Zhen ate very calmly, so he took cold water and chewed slowly, until the food in his mouth was completely chewed, and then slowly swallowed them into his stomach. Looking at his flat face, it's hard to imagine what the two tortillas he ate in his mouth, soaked with his own sweat and still exuding steam, plus a few rotten vegetable leaves from the vegetable market that no one even wanted to feed the chickens, tasted like.

When the last bit of tortilla crumbs in the cloth bag were also poured into his mouth, Lei Zhen stood up and continued to his third destination, which was also his third part-time job in the day.

Lei Zhen's destination was a nightclub that didn't open until after half past eight in the evening. With the indecent image of Lei Zhen's nose and swollen face, of course, he is not qualified to be a waiter here, but in one of the halls of the nightclub, there is a ring specially prepared for those men who still retain their aggressive surnames.

Every night after half past ten, there will be a semi-open black market boxing here, when the fists and feet on the stage are in full swing, the demolition of the house responsible for collecting bets and making the village under the stage is also sweaty. As the game continues to change, the tension of the people who put heavy bets in the audience tends to be more intense than the fighters in the ring. When the game is over and the ticket in hand becomes a piece of waste paper, these people often need a way to vent.

Lei Zhen's job in this nightclub is to be beaten. Throw a few coins in the ring for a tip, you can jump up, punch and kick Lei Zhen wearing a clown mask, as long as you don't use weapons, as long as you don't attack the vital points, as long as you don't wear leather shoes, which are too lethal to step on people, you can keep hitting until you spit out the stuffiness in your chest.

The owner of this nightclub is definitely a master of business, and he knows exactly how to make every customer happy.

Lei Zhen kept rolling in the ring, his embarrassed movements drew bursts of laughter, and he let out a scream from time to time. Because the owner of this nightclub told him that only in this way will it cause destruction in everyone around him**, and only in this way will they be stimulated to throw more coins, provided that ...... He had to have enough physical strength and endurance not to be seriously injured or even killed by those people!

Lei Zhen would not even let go of the coins that fell under the ring, watching him be beaten and crawling all over the ground, and still there constantly picking up coins, even the waiters and dancers at the lowest level in this nightclub, no one looked up to him. Ye Qiu, the top dancer in this nightclub, once said something like this in public...... "A man can be poor and depressed, but he has strong hands and feet, and he can live by doing hard work, but he even gives up the most basic dignity of a man for a few small money, then he is really hopeless." ”

The dancers and a few flattering waiters around Ye Qiu nodded their heads again and again, and they all looked at the clown who was beaten by a group of people in the ring with mocking eyes, holding his head with both hands, and still had a way to keep picking up coins from the ring. For the first time, they found out that they did not live at the bottom of society, at least they still retained the most basic face, and the guy who pretended to be a clown didn't even want his face!

There really is no one who knows that squatting in the ring, the clown who hugged his head tightly with both hands, and allowed one or several people to punch and kick him and even spit and even spit and lose his face, is a combat hero who once withstood the repeated attacks of the soldiers on the battlefield of the Four Elements Warehouse and guarded a passage for the 800 warriors! No one even knew that this clown who was crawling around in the ring while being beaten, picking up all the tips thrown into the ring and stuffing them into his pocket, turned out to be Xie Jinyuan's apprentice!

No, here, there is another person who knows who Lei Zhen is!

Tears poured out of Ling Weicheng's eyes again and again, and she had to desperately cover her mouth with her hands in order to barely let herself cry bitterly. She knew that at this time when Lei Zhen's heart was the most vulnerable, she would never let Lei Zhen see herself!

But when he kept crying and crying, a big, proud smile slowly bloomed at the corner of Ling Weicheng's mouth.

She just doesn't believe that Lei Zhen, who can make her husband Xie Jinyuan value it so much, is a fool who gave up on himself and joined the Shanghai gang; Although Lei Zhen doesn't like to talk much, but after getting along in the hospital for so long, Ling Weicheng clearly knows that in Lei Zhen's body, there is not only the wild surname and danger of a wolf, but also the loneliness and arrogance like a wolf. A man like him has traveled so many places, experienced so many ups and downs, conquered mountains and rivers, and defeated death again and again.

So on this day, when Yang Huimin ran away crying bitterly, and Lei Zhen was obviously pale, but still walked out of the barracks on time, Ling Weicheng could no longer hold back his curiosity and concern, and quietly followed behind Lei Zhen.

Yang Huimin's tears and desperate, pale expression made Lei Zhen lose his usual sharpness, and he didn't even notice that his master was following him. He didn't know that he had exposed the most embarrassing side of his life in front of his master.

Lei Zhen is embarrassed now, Lei Zhen is now spurned and disdained by everyone, but in Ling Weicheng's eyes, Lei Zhen is really ...... It's beautiful!

Ling Weicheng clearly knew why Lei Zhen was desperately trying to make money, Ling Weicheng, a bystander, had long seen that Lei Zhen liked Yang Huimin, and at the same time, Ling Weicheng also clearly knew why Yang Huimin ran out of the barracks with a look of despair and cried bitterly.

There is only one thing that can make them bend their waists rather than bend their waists, and that is the responsibility of being a man!

As a man, to live in this world is to do something and not to do something! In this case, even if Lei Zhen bent his knees, even if he had to look at other people's faces and hold his head to pick up coins one by one, who would dare to say that he was not a big man who stood up to the sky?!

Yang Ruifu can lead a group of soldiers who are accustomed to holding steel guns, to knit socks, to weave towels, to make soap, in order to make money, Lei Zhen can treat himself as a clown, he can get up silently when he is tripped on the dock, and when he faces a group of gangsters who collect protection money, he can obediently send the banknotes stained with his sweat to their hands, and let them show mockery and disdain to him.

"Ma Lan, if you could see this scene, would you still be so weak that you didn't want to get up? Ma Lan, if you see this scene and know that there are so many people who are working hard to make money for your medical expenses and to help you get back on your feet, do you still have a reason to continue to lie there and not even have the strength to stand up? ”

Ling Weicheng finally left quietly, she just walked out of the smoke of the war before it completely dissipated, and she fell into the drunken nightclub again, she couldn't help crying. Tears were still pouring out of her eyes, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud three more times. At this time, Ling Weicheng finally understood what it meant to cry and laugh, what it meant to cry and laugh, and what it meant to be respectful, loving and regretful.

Her husband accepted such an apprentice, she watched Lei Zhen change from a big boy who was too strong and too wild to be untamed, and became a man who could bend and stretch for the sake of responsibility, watching him endure all the hardships in the world, watching him being trampled on arbitrarily, and watching those waiters and dancers look at Lei Zhen's disdainful eyes, Ling Weicheng couldn't help but cry. But looking at such a man who is destined to inherit her husband's will, this big husband who stands up to the sky, feeling the fire-like enthusiasm in the depths of his soul, the same blue and pure as the sky, Ling Weicheng can't help but laugh!

With such an apprentice, even if Xie Jinyuan can only be trapped in a lonely military camp, even if he is destined to no longer participate in the war, but as long as there is Lei Zhen, as long as he is on the battlefield in the future, Lei Zhen can take Xie Jinyuan's entrustment and glory, expel the foreign humiliation and return my rivers and mountains, what is Xie Jinyuan not satisfied with? !

At this time, Ling Weicheng suddenly thought of "Mencius. A few sentences in this article: "Therefore, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure their surnames, and they can not benefit what they can......"

Ling Weicheng's body froze, she raised her head and stared at the top of her head, under a dark sky, the full moon seemed so bright and so bright, bringing a few pieces of silver brilliance to the entire sky. When the wind passed through the clouds, when a dark cloud stopped between the sky and the earth, the expectation of waiting for the light to come again filled Ling Weicheng's heart.

Ling Weicheng stretched out his hand to slowly wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, at this time, all that was left on her face was a happy smile.

After half past twelve in the morning, when there was a slight sound in the kitchen, Ling Weicheng knew that Lei Zhen, who was scarred all over his body, had finally returned.

The dinner that Ling Weicheng prepared for Lei Zhen was still as usual, a few corn tortillas, plus a bowl of boiled cabbage in salted water. She knew that if she did something more for Lei Zhen at this time, it would probably cause Lei Zhen to be alert. And...... Who is qualified to sympathize with a man like Lei Zhen with a blue sky on his head and a foot on the earth? !

After Lei Zhen finished his dinner, he tiptoed to the corner of the barracks, where a guard tower was erected. Ling Weicheng, who had been lying by the window, carefully watching Lei Zhen, couldn't help but widen her eyes, she really didn't know that after such three jobs, Lei Zhen, who was not only exhausted, but also scarred, did not immediately rest to recover his strength, and ran to the sentry tower to do something. The White Russian soldiers on the guard tower were obviously accustomed to Lei Zhen's unexpected behavior, and after poking their heads out to look at Lei Zhen, they retracted their necks into their collars.

Under Ling Weicheng's careful attention, Lei Zhen sat under the barbed wire fence around the barracks, and opened a thick book by the faint yellow light on the sentry tower, and there was a dictionary that Xie Jinyuan had given him in his hand.

has been despised so much and suffered so much, no matter who it is, there is a limit to psychological bearing, and he needs a way to vent, and Lei Zhen actually set his way of venting to...... Learn!

It is because he has too much depression and anger in his heart that he will be more dedicated, more focused, and more effective when studying! When he was studying, he may have used a method of gnashing his teeth to carve every word on it into the deepest part of his soul!

Looking at Lei Zhen who was sitting in the open field on a cold winter night, with the lights overhead, flipping through the dictionary while silently memorizing new words, and reading books, Ling Weicheng was really stunned, she had to admit that she still underestimated Lei Zhen!

There is an ancient saying in China, which is called to endure hardships in order to become a superior person. Everyone understands this truth, but how many people can endure the suffering? Who can know that when they are playing, when they are bored and squandering a lot of time, when they sigh for a long time that no miracle comes, those who have suffered from hardships are constantly learning and improving, and they are distancing themselves step by step, and finally become the ones who can no longer make up for the trench?!

"Zhongmin, do you know......" Ling Weicheng looked back at Xie Jinyuan, who was asleep, reached out and gently stroked her husband's obviously thin face, and said in a low voice: "Although I have always believed that you are the best man in the world, and you are the best soldier. But at this time, I suddenly had a hunch that this apprentice you accepted was really remarkable, as long as it took time, his achievements would probably far surpass yours. ”

"Therefore, those who make good use of soldiers, avoid their sharp energy, and attack their laziness, and those who control their qi are also. To cure the chaos, to wait for the uproar, to cure the heart. Treat the near and far, wait for the labor, treat the hungry with fullness, and treat the powerful also. If you don't invite the banner of righteousness, don't hit the dignified Chen, and treat the change. ”

This is a passage in the military battle chapter of "The Art of War", and it has taken Lei Zhen a lot of time to read such a passage completely, but after reading such a passage, in the face of the ancient text without any annotations, Lei Zhen must spend more time flipping through the notes written by Xie Jinyuan himself, looking for various supporting materials from them, and then finding the answer through a long period of meditation and contemplation.

"A qualified commander must clearly know the law of the ups and downs of the army's morale, and not attack the enemy army where the soldiers are thriving. Try to keep your army in a stable state, and use all kinds of means to create or wait for the enemy to expose its weaknesses, which is the best way to grasp the morale of the army; The use of various terrains and methods to attack the enemy's exhausted divisions is the key to mastering military strength; Not attacking the enemy army with a rainbow of momentum, and not attacking the enemy army with a well-defended formation, this is a flexible tactic that changes according to the enemy. ”

It took two hours for Lei Zhen to come to such a conclusion based on Xie Jinyuan's notes and the battle between Xie Jinyuan and Ma Lan that he had seen with his own eyes on the sand table.

Lei Zhen took out the pencil that Xie Jinyuan gave him, first wrote down his views and understandings in the blank space of the page, and then drew a big question mark on it. This means that tomorrow night, Lei Zhen will devote more time to thinking about this issue until all doubts are completely resolved.

Lei Zhen closed Sun Tzu's Art of War, and he turned out a few more pages, which were the "teaching materials" that Ma Lan wrote to Lei Zhen before he lost his will in the hospital.

"No matter how good a shooter is, he can't become a qualified sniper without professional training. Considering the current situation of China's standard weapons, let's put aside the sniper rifle with an optical sniper scope and just take the ordinary medium formal rifle as an example. ”

"If you want to be a good sniper, you must not only have excellent basic skills and a mental state that can withstand considerable pressure, but also have a complex professional knowledge structure. If you want to hit an ultra-long-range enemy with one shot, an excellent sniper must master the ability of breathing, stabilization, trigger control, environmental analysis and other abilities at the same time, and through your own judgment, quickly calculate various data to get the correct result. But first and foremost, a good marksman must first have a deep understanding of the weapon in his hand. ”

On one of the pages of the stationery, Malan even drew a sketch of the structure of the formal rifle. And it is marked: the medium formal rifle, with more than a hundred parts, is relatively easy to maintain, and is less affected by the climate. But I personally believe that if it is properly improved, the number of parts of a medium and formal rifle can be completely compressed to 94 parts under the condition of ensuring the stability of the firearm and the accuracy of shooting!

"The prototype of the formal rifle we use is the German Mauser K98 rifle, which uses a 7.92mm caliber pointed bullet as a universal ammunition. This bullet differs from the round-tipped bullets used in the early days, and the pointed bullet has a lower overall weight, so the bullet has a higher muzzle velocity; The shape of the pointed bullet is streamlined and the aerodynamic coefficient is good, so the ballistic coefficient is good and it is not susceptible to environmental influences. The standard of the German Mauser rifle is 1.25 meters long, while the barrel of our medium rifle is shortened by 0.138 meters, which effectively reduces the weight of the soldier, conforms to the German 'short gun flow', and does not make much difference in both lethality and range, but it affects the accuracy of long-range sniping. According to my personal experience, with this rifle, the range of accurate fire is four hundred meters, the range of effective fire is eight hundred meters, and the maximum range of fire is a thousand meters. In other words, no matter what kind of training we have and what kind of shooting skills we have, we can only snipe at targets within a kilometer at the farthest possible with a medium-fledged rifle. ”

Seeing this, Lei Zhen couldn't help but gasp. He has always been confident enough in his shooting skills, but using an ordinary rifle to hit a target at a distance of one thousand meters, that is, two miles, is already an absolutely unimaginable miracle for him.

"Chromium steel and tungsten steel are needed to make rifles, and these two steels are almost not produced in China and have to rely on imports. Due to the limitations of raw materials and production processes, there is also a huge difference in the quality of the medium and formal rifles we can get. During the Battle of Songhu, some soldiers complained that a rifle with an effective range of 800 meters could hit a distance of 3 or 400 meters in actual combat, which was already good, and there was no way to compete with the 38-type rifle of the Japanese army. In fact, the real reason is that the quality of the rifles produced by various arsenals is different, a considerable number of rifles are shoddy, and even some rifles are only equivalent to the level of old sleeves. When it is recommended to use rifles, it is necessary to use rifles produced by Hanyang Ordnance and 21 Arsenal, which have almost reached the level of German Mauser rifles, and the effective firing range can even reach about 900 meters. ”

…… Just the official rifle in the explanation, Ma Lan, who was lying on the hospital bed and had enough time, filled a few pages with a few pages, and counted at least five or six thousand words. Other materials such as breathing control, psychological fitness, environmental analysis, etc., were put in a thick stack in Lei Zhen's room.

Lei Zhen finally sighed and put away the information. He had to admit that with his current level of knowledge, it was really too difficult to read through the materials given to him by Ma Lan.

(To be continued)