"And when you're off the field, you have to use all kinds of equipment to do strength training all the time and prepare yourself for the game. For thirty minutes, the above process was repeated repeatedly, without any breaks. ”

Hearing Chen Wei's words, many of the cadets of the Qianguo Navy secretly complained in their hearts. But Wu Yingke's face showed a look of determination.

At this point, he has made up his mind that he must finish his martial arts course with flying colors.

In addition to knife skills, there are also assassination techniques (spears and bayonets), and bayonet fighting requires learning some basic stabbing and slashing movements, and during training, the tip of the bayonet is aimed at the enemy's face.

Once you've mastered the basics of stabbing and slashing, you'll start practicing horizontal strikes. A horizontal slick is like an uppercut in a boxing match, approaching your opponent with a rifle in both hands, then turning around and striking your opponent in the head in an arc with the bottom of the rifle. Add up the forward force, the power of the body to writhe and the power to swing the gun, and the speed of the support can be close to 18 miles per hour, and the entrainment force is more than 200 kilograms.

Other than that, it's free fighting.

The combat techniques learned by the British Marines can be said to be eclectic to the strengths of other countries. For example, the "knee lock" is a technique derived from Japanese judo and is used when attacked from behind by an opponent. When being held by an enemy from behind, the Marines first slam their opponents on the head with their elbows, which are not fatal but only serve as a distraction, and then quickly bend down, grab the opponent's closest leg, and roll forward. The opponent loses his balance. You can only scroll along. After falling to the ground, the opponent's knee joint has been locked, just press the reverse joint. And his leg was broken.

There is also a fighting technique called "harvesting", which comes from the Qianguo, when the Shengping Heavenly Kingdom was in rebellion, in order to prevent the attack of the Shengping army, the British sent marines stationed in Shanghai to help Li Shaoquan's Huai army defend. "Harvesting" was learned by the officers of the British Marine Corps from the local gladiatorial nobles and introduced naval kickboxing techniques at that time. As simple as the "Harvest" move may seem, it can easily take a serious injury to an opponent. The key to "Harvesting" is to take the opponent's body's center of gravity out of the balance position. To accomplish this, the Marines first pull his body above the opponent's center of gravity and use his sweeping leg to trip him under the opponent's center of gravity. Once he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Whether lying flat or prone on their stomachs, they are exposed to arbitrary fatal blows.

There is also a deadly trick called "Hang", which also comes from Japanese judo, and the most effective point of "Twist" is. It can take out opponents without any sound. Approach from behind your opponent. The Marines wrapped their arms around their throats, rested their elbows under their chins, and clasped their hands behind their heads, using the strength of their forearms and biceps muscles to tightly strangle their carotid arteries and kill them in just 5 to 8 seconds. The carotid arteries, which are located on both sides of the trachea, are the only way to supply blood to the brain, and if there is no blood inflow, the brain will die quickly. The Marines don't learn the method of air suffocation. This is because air suffocation takes 15 to 20 seconds to take effect, while blood suffocation is faster.

Besides. There's also the horizontal kick, which was introduced from Muay Thai, and the horizontal kick is a very deadly blow in the martial arts, but the Marines also have to learn how to make the guy who made the move suffer the consequences. When the opponent kicks horizontally, the Marines continue to step forward, block with their forearms, and then quickly grab their opponent's thighs and raise them up, forcing them to lose their balance. The Marines then used a kick-to-foot sweep while striking their opponent in the chest with their palms, knocking him to the ground. In fact, the injuries caused by falls are so severe that you can only be safe by training on a resilient surface.

This is where the training for the "House of Pain" begins.

Although Chen Wei was conducting rigorous training for the cadets of the Qianguo Navy as before, Wu Yingke still discovered another side of Chen Wei.

On this day, Chen Wei was teaching a student named Mi Zhenrong to practice knife skills.

Mi Zhenrong is a native of northern Fujian, with a thin body, although he was made much stronger by beef bread and rum on the "Unyielding", coupled with Chen Wei's hellish intensive physical training, he has become a lot stronger, but because of his cowardly personality and clumsy hands and feet, it is more laborious to master fighting skills than ordinary people, so Chen Wei specially opened a small stove for him.

"Naval swordsmanship is about body balance, accurate posture, and moderate stride! Xiaomi, you remember, remember! Don't fucking be ashamed again! Seeing that Mi Zhenrong fell again, a student couldn't help but say.

Mi Zhenrong's face was feverish, and he gritted his teeth and stood up again.

"Ready?" The voice on the other side asked. At this time, Chen Wei was wearing a mask, and Mi Zhenrong couldn't see his expression, but Chen Wei's tone was obviously smiling.

Mi Zhenrong was a little nervous, and slowly pulled away: "Okay." ”

"Straight stab!"

Mi Zhenrong immediately made a move, and stabbed Chen Wei in the chest and arm with a lunge. Chen Wei immediately slid and dodged, the blade of the knife was sideways, Mi Zhenrong took a step forward, not wanting to press the knife too hard, the tip of the knife immediately deviated from his blade, and Chen Wei stabbed it in front of his chest.

Mi Zhenrong suddenly looked like a deflated ball, and threw the practice wooden knife aside: "Sir, I think I'd better forget it." I can't fail, I wasn't born to learn this...... You see how many times you've taught me, I can't even learn a straight stab. ”

After saying that, Mi Zhenrong wanted to leave, he really didn't want to face Chen Wei anymore. Just like a student like him, no matter how good a teacher is, he should be impatient, let alone Chen Wei, who is as hot as fire.

"Hehe, Xiaomi, your temper is quite big." To everyone's surprise, Chen Wei took off his mask and stared at Mi Zhenrong, his handsome face did not show the slightest annoyance, and he only said with a smile: "I said, grasp the posture well, balance your hands and feet, you are in a hurry every time." ”

Mi Zhenrong stared at the practice wooden knife at his feet, a little depressed.

"Don't forget, if you give up like this, it is equivalent to returning to the motherland with nothing, not only damaging the reputation of your motherland, but also your personal reputation, do you want to go back? Is it a coward to be pointed at his back all his life? ”

Chen Wei sneered behind Mi Zhenrong.

As if a loud slap in the face, Mi Zhenrong gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body. Leaned down to pick up the practice wooden knife, but at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him and wrapped around Mi Zhenrong's waist. Chen Wei was next to Mi Zhenrong's shoulder, a warm breath lingered on the side of Mi Zhenrong's neck, and a deep voice poured into his eardrums: "Gesture...... That's going to be it. He touched down his shoulder and held Mi Zhenrong's wrist, his fingers were slender and powerful, and he was a hundred times more elegant than Mi Zhenrong when he grabbed the wooden knife.

"What are you doing?" Mi Zhenrong laughed in his ear.

Mi Zhenrong was stunned for a moment. Immediately stood up straight: "Oh! Sir, is that so? ”

As soon as his waist tightened, Chen Wei bent his knees and separated Mi Zhenrong's legs. The tone was serious: "Who said you want to stand so straight?" ”

The belt around Chen Wei's waist made Mi Zhenrong's back painful. Mi Zhenrong moved forward, and was tightened by him: "Just stand like this, I can't keep my balance when my steps are big." ”

"I see." Mi Zhenrong nodded.

"Out of the knife!"

Chen Wei suddenly leaned forward, and Mi Zhenrong almost stumbled. Fortunately, his body was tightly bound by him and he didn't fall. He lunged forward. Sliding backwards, leaning forward and stabbing straight, turning around to pick the stab, the action is smooth and elegant, calm and in one go. Mi Zhenrong was dazzled and dizzy in the process, and the whole person seemed to dance clumsily with his movements, stepping on his feet several times, how could he learn anything? Exhausted and out of breath, that's true. Chen Wei's physical strength is extremely good, and he has at least ten minutes to walk up holding the Mi Zhenrong Dancing Knife. Mi Zhenrong didn't know how he remembered so many strange swordsmanship. The range of action is also getting bigger and bigger, and Mi Zhenrong can't keep up at all. In the end, Chen Wei turned around in a chic way, but Mi Zhenrong's feet slipped, and the two fell together.

Fortunately, Chen Wei's eyes were quick, and he grabbed Mi Zhenrong and leaned against the wall. Mi Zhenrong didn't expect that this wooden ground would be so slippery with sweat, and a center of gravity was unstable and pounced on Chen Wei, although he was thin, but after so many days of training, it was not light, Chen Wei pressed Mi Zhenrong so much that he snorted and slipped down, and reflexively dragged Mi Zhenrong's arm, turning it into a stacked Arhat-style double wrestling.

"Sir, hug, sorry!" Mi Zhenrong hurriedly apologized.

Mi Zhenrong wanted to prop up his body in a panic, but the soles of his feet were slippery, and he was still fluttering on Chen Wei for a long time. He thought that according to Chen Wei's temper, he would definitely be furious.

"I'm sorry, sir! It's all my fault, I usually exercise less! I'm going to pull you up! ”

Mi Zhenrong even uses you. Although it is said that this teacher is how old Mi Zhenrong is, Mi Zhenrong can't stop it when he feels sorry in his heart. Mi Zhenrong finally held on to the wall, grabbed Chen Wei's arm and put it on his shoulder. Chen Wei stood up slowly, but he didn't stand firmly, Mi Zhenrong could hold his weight, and "bang" backwards! Suddenly fell and grinned, this time it became Chen Wei pressing Mi Zhenrong, and Mi Zhenrong immediately said "ouch" - it was too heavy! Chen Wei looked at such a thin and tall person, why was he so heavy!

Mi Zhenrong touched his waist, curled up in pain like cooked shrimp. Chen Wei propped himself up, with a funny look on his face, he reached out and pressed Mi Zhenrong's waist and back a few times, and Mi Zhenrong felt that the pain in his body was immediately relieved.

"Are you alright?" Then without waiting for Mi Zhenrong to answer, Chen Wei said to himself: "Tsk, if I break the student, I have a big responsibility!" ”

Mi Zhenrong waved his hand again and again, his heart was excited, and his speech became unclear: "It's okay, it's okay!" Sir, just get up quickly! ”

Chen Wei pushed and rubbed Mi Zhenrong's waist twice: "It's really okay?" ”

"Report sir, it's really fine!"

Seeing Chen Wei helping Mi Zhenrong up and continuing to train him for feeding and recruiting, Wu Yingke's heart suddenly rose with a warm current.

He suddenly understood why Chen Wei, who was a British naval officer but a member of the Qianguo, had to put so much effort into the twelve of them.

After practicing for a while, seeing that Mi Zhenrong was really tired, Chen Wei let him go and let him rest for a while, just as Chen Wei put down the practice wooden knife, Du Jipeng came over.

Wu Yingke couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he saw that Du Jipeng had two real naval sabers in his hands.

"Chief Chen, how about we compare? Regardless of the 30-round limit, there is a winner or a loser. Taking advantage of Bishop Jericho's absence, Du Jipeng stared at Chen Wei with challenging eyes.

Chen Wei made an indifferent expression. Du Jipeng threw the saber in his hand to Chen Wei, and Chen Wei caught the knife. Copied in their hands, the two of them walked into the field at the moment.

Seeing the real knife competition between the two, the people around them stopped practicing. Stop and watch.

Du Jipeng clenched the long knife in his hand and moved slowly. Chen Wei's long knife was horizontal in front of his chest, and he took a defensive posture. After a while, Du Jipeng suddenly slashed at a knife, followed by a series of low-post stabs, and Chen Wei began to retreat and maintain his balance.

Du Jipeng did not use the British naval sword technique he had learned, but used the sword technique of Middle-earth. He completely suppressed Chen Wei's moves with a ferocious attack that did not match Western sword techniques at all. made Chen Wei fall into passive defense all of a sudden.

Chen Wei tried his best to get out of the predicament, and after a cross slash from Du Jipeng, he blocked it with the knife in his hand. Boldly spin your body forward and slash at the opponent's shoulder. Du Jipeng dodged deftly, wanting to distance himself and continue to play to the advantages of the long knife.

Chen Wei will not let the opportunity be lost again. He followed as follows. Rapid successive splits.

Du Jipeng's footsteps began to be a little hectic, but he still defended quite tightly. Chen Wei's moves did not end, one knife after another, and there were continuous stabs and slashes like a torrential rain.

Du Jipeng decided to take a risk, he knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly gave up his defense, completely ignoring the attack of Chen Wei's long knife and slashed directly. This is a lose-lose strategy, and sometimes you can rely on the hesitation of the other party to regain the opportunity. Chen Wei withdrew his knife to block the offensive of Du Jipeng's long knife. His foot still kicked along the knife and kicked on Du Jipeng's waist with the empty door wide open. Du Jipeng took a few steps back, his momentum was unstable, and he was about to fall to the ground, he stuck the knife in his hand into the wooden plank on the ground and stabilized his body.

"You're in good hands." Chen Wei stared at Du Jipeng closely, and his voice couldn't hear joy or anger at all, "It seems that he is also a master in Qianguo." ”

Du Jipeng gritted his teeth, pulled out the long knife again, flashed sideways, and faced Chen Wei at the position of the eyebrows. Chen Wei loosely carried the long knife, as if he was completely defenseless. The students put away their equipment one after another and let go of the space in the middle of the "House of Pain", and a murderous atmosphere quietly rose.

Du Jipeng's knife posture did not move, but the sliding steps and cat steps under his feet kept changing. The distance between him and Chen Wei sometimes lengthened and sometimes shortened with his footwork, and at the same time he quietly looked at the length of his long knife, this Englishman's saber was not his familiar blade after all. The sword skills he originally cultivated emphasized sharp and quick killing, and the killing machine was only between the first line. Kill with all your strength in an attack without heavy defense, and killing the enemy is the strongest defense.

Du Jipeng was waiting for the opportunity to attack, but Chen Wei's loose posture made him wander.

Chen Wei finally lost his patience, he put the long knife wheel above his head, kicked the ground violently, and slashed down with the momentum of rushing forward. This is a longitudinal slash without any fancy, and the vital point of the chest is directly exposed. Du Jipeng waited for the opportunity, the long knife sank, and he roared wildly and stabbed out with all his might.

The stab was always faster than the slash, and the length of the sword was used to the fullest, and only samurai who had experienced horse combat would use a powerful vertical slash to split the armor, as the stab would cause their sword to get stuck in the enemy's armor and body.

"Du Jipeng! What are you doing? Lan Jianshu saw Du Jipeng's plan, was shocked, and shouted violently.

Du Jipeng, who had a chance to win, suddenly found that he was wrong. Chen Wei actually handed over the long knife in his right hand to his left hand and left his right hand free, his right hand shrunk in front of his chest, and pressed on the back of Du Jipeng's knife first. The two passed by, half of Du Jipeng's clothes fell to the ground, and Chen Wei's chest clothes left a knife mark.

Losing the best opportunity, Du Jipeng could only turn around and slash desperately. Crazy slashing back and forth, each blow uses all its strength, but there is no longer the killing power contained in the first knife. Chen Wei's lightning-fast knife was handed over to his right hand, sealing the knife on his chest, teasingly dodging Du Jipeng's attack. All the wins and losses were clear at the first knife just now, and Chen Wei was just waiting for Du Jipeng to solve it with one knife when his strength was exhausted.

"If you really want to go into battle, he is not as good as Chief Chen." Li Dingxin said to Wu Yingke.

"Chief Chen!" Mi Zhenrong's exclamation interrupted him.

Chen Wei didn't need to look up, he already felt a huge black shadow in mid-air pressing down. Just when Du Jipeng's strength was about to run out, Chen Wei was about to cut out with a knife, but Du Jipeng turned over violently and pounced on his other side like lightning! Contrary to Chen Wei and everyone's expectations, Du Jipeng was not crazy to the last moment, when he swung his right hand to avoid Chen Wei to the corner of the house, it was when he was facing Chen Wei.

He still has the power of the final blow, with which he is going to send this man to hell.

With his other hand, he threw the thing that he had been holding in his hand towards Chen Wei's face.

A golden light lit up.

At this time, Du Jipeng jumped up in the air, his face hideous, like a man-eating ghost.

Chen Wei's figure was like a ghost, and the iron light of the long knife flashed strangely, blocking the golden light.

"Dang!"

There was a crisp sound of metal colliding, the golden light was bounced away, and as soon as the figures of the two people staggered, Chen Wei's body turned like a whirlwind again, and Du Jipeng slammed straight into the wall.

"Bang!" Du Jipeng couldn't hold back, hit his head against the wall, and fell backwards to the ground.

The collision was so violent that the knife in Du Jipeng's hand couldn't hold it and fell out of his hand.

Du Jipeng struggled to straighten up, his eyes stared at Chen Wei, and he wanted to stand up, but his feet seemed to have been hit hard, and he couldn't stand anymore, he shook, and finally fell to the floor on his back. (To be continued......)

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