The next day, the other sergeants practiced normally, but Mo Cong stayed away from everyone and continued to practice the 13th style of the saber in a corner of the camp.

According to Lei Bao, Mo Cong's chopping wood knife method is actually very powerful, but because the thirteen styles of the saber are the basis of the Swiss army's combined attack technique and the ninety-nine formation, Mo Cong has to practice this set of knife techniques no matter what. Mo Cong saw that Lei Leopard was so persistent, so he had no choice but to practice one move at a time, and Lei Leopard was on the side to guide and correct at any time.

"By the way, Brother Lei, there was a sentry named He Ming last night, he actually knew me, and said that he was also from the Leopard Battalion, you must know him, right?" Mo Cong asked Lei Leopard while practicing his sword.

"He Ming?" Lei Leopard was stunned, "That was the original pipe band of our Leopard Battalion, but now it has been promoted to become the deputy commander of the left guard, and he is still my top boss." ”

"Oh, that's amazing, I saw him on guard yesterday, and I thought he was just an ordinary soldier. "Mo Cong now has some basic understanding of these official positions in the Central Army, and knows that the deputy commander is quite a remarkable figure.

"Well, he's pretty good. ”

When He Ming was mentioned, Lei Leopard looked admired.

"He is one of the eighteen masters of the Central Army, and he is also the most famous archer in our Swiss Army. Don't look at him as thin as if he has no strength, he can pull the two-hundred-pound bow with his hand. What is a hundred steps through the Yang, the arrow is not missing, for others may be the highest state of a lifetime of pursuit, but for him it is a piece of cake.

The archery skills of those Xianbei cavalry in the Long Kingdom are powerful, and it is not enough to meet him.

Once Murong Kuo specially mobilized a team of the best archers in the Xianbei tribe to act as long-range firepower on the battlefield, those archers were about fifty or sixty people, hey, all of them were archer level with curved bows and eagles, with a high rate of fire and accurate archery, and at the beginning they did suppress the charging vanguard battalion and tiger battalion enough, and the casualties were also great.

As soon as Lord Chen saw that the situation was not right, he immediately ordered our leopard battalion to go up and assist the two battalions in charging. He Ming led more than a dozen of our archers to rush over obliquely, and he took the lead, throwing his hand into a threeteen arrows, and immediately shot the opponent's group of archers. When the other party reacted and was about to shoot arrows at us, He Ming's second round of arrow rain had already arrived, and it was thirteen arrows, and the arrows pierced the throat.

A few of us looked stupid, the arrow was on the string but forgot to shoot out, He Ming roared before we reacted one by one, and quickly shot the arrow in our hands as well. After a few rounds of arrow raindown, and the brothers of the other two battalions took advantage of the situation, the group of archers on the other side were immediately killed and wounded, and the hole was torn open. Hehe, that time was really majestic, and it gave our leopard battalion commander an old face. In the past, the pioneer battalion and the tiger battalion always said that their heavy cavalry was the main force on the battlefield, and our leopard battalion would detour and harass, but after this battle, there were fewer and fewer such statements, haha......"

Lei Leopard's eyebrows fluttered, his face was full of red light, and the scar on his face also jumped and jumped, and the posture was even happier than his own majesty.

"Brother Lei, you are also a sharpshooter, right?" Mo Cong listened leisurely, and at the same time thought that Lei Leopard was one of the eighteen masters, or the pipe band of the leopard battalion, and that archery technique was naturally one in a million.

"My archery skills can only be said to be good, but they are still far from the miraculous skills of Commander He. Lei Leopard shook his head modestly and explained, "Although Commander He and I were both the winners of that great competition, the two of us were different in kung fu. Specifically, he is not as good as me in fist and foot kung fu, and I am not as good as him in bow and archery. ”

"Oh, then you're all good at it. Mo Cong nodded abruptly.

Mo Cong can quite understand Lei Leopard's statement, because it is like him and Mo Min. In terms of fist and foot kung fu, Mo Cong can get rid of Mo Min for 108,000 miles, but if it is about hidden weapons, Mo Cong will be thrown away by Mo Min for 108,000 miles......

Mo Cong chatted with Lei Leopard while practicing the thirteenth style of the saber. After practicing until noon, the two of them had dinner with the sergeants of the Leopard Battalion.

The big pot of rice in the leopard camp is okay, but it is a bit unsatisfactory for Mo Cong, who has eaten food for more than ten years.

When Mo Cong was in Lingyun Mountain, there was an extremely picky old man, an extremely greedy Mo Min, and Mo Xiao, who had superb cooking skills, Mo Cong's taste was not generally picky. The dishes fried by the cooks in Chen Ruoping's house, Mo Cong frowned when he ate them, and from yesterday to today, they were suddenly replaced by a big pot of rice in the barracks, and Mo Cong felt that it was difficult to swallow.

Fortunately, Mo Cong has been a person who is afraid of loneliness and likes to be lively since he was a child, and the more people he plays or eats together, the happier he is. At this time, seeing that the brothers in the leopard camp were eating with relish, Mo Cong temporarily put aside the trouble of taste and taste, and ate together with everyone.

Lei Bao didn't know where to get a small pot of wine, and gave a little to everyone at the same table, and also poured a little for Mo Cong. "Brother, this is the imperial wine rewarded by the emperor, and it tastes terrible. I specially asked for a few more pots to hide and drink slowly, you can taste some too. Lei Bao said excitedly while pouring wine for Mo Cong.

"Is it okay to drink alcohol in the barracks?" Mo Cong looked at the glass of wine and asked suspiciously. In the past two days, he has seen all kinds of rules in the station, and he is not allowed to do this or that. When you encounter something like drinking, you naturally have to ask.

"You can drink it, you can drink it when you are fighting, let alone practice in peacetime. Lei Leopard picked up the wine glass and touched it with Mo Cong, drank it all, and then said: "Who said that, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times." If we soldiers can't even drink wine, then what's the point of being a soldier?"

Hearing him say this, Mo Cong also picked up the wine glass and drank it all. The mellow liquor runs straight down the lips and tongue, and the back is spicy and sweet. "Well, it's a good wine. Mo Cong praised sincerely.

"Haha, it tastes good, let's have some more. Lei Bao said and poured another half a glass for Mo Cong, and then poured half a glass for himself as well, and a small pot of wine bottomed out.

The glass of wine just now Lei Leopard drank it all, but he cherished the current half of the cup very much, he took a small sip while eating, it was really enjoyable. Mo Cong also followed the example of Lei Leopard to eat a little food and drink a little wine, and his mouth was always soft and sweet, which felt really good.

After eating and resting for a while, Lei Bao urged Mo Cong to continue practicing the thirteen styles of the saber, and he himself found a long wooden stool and jingled beside him. Mo Cong practiced more than ten times, and Lei Leopard was almost done.

"Brother, I see that you have almost finished practicing, and I have also got your horse for you, you can ride it to practice now!" Lei Bao said as he handed the long wooden stool to Mo Cong.

Mo Cong took it and took a look, only to see two long wooden strips installed at the front end of the long wooden bench, and two large wooden blocks at the back end. With ears and buttocks, it looks like it's his own horse.

Mo Cong rode on the wooden horse and practiced the thirteen styles of the saber on the wooden horse. Speaking of which, this is really a bit different from the flat exercise, the amplitude and angle of the knife need to be more particular, and the slightest deviation will cut the front and back wooden blocks. However, Mo Cong has already mastered the angle, direction, size, and proportion of force for more than ten years, and practicing this is a piece of cake for him. However, in order to pretend to be stupid, Mo Cong still cut the "horse ears" several times and the "horse buttocks" several times when he took out the knife.

The veterans hadn't seen this kind of primary practice for a long time, so they naturally came over to watch again during the break from the exercise. But this time they were much more polite to Mo Cong, and between their words they were no longer ridiculing Mo Cong for how stupid he was, but telling Mo Cong about his experience and instructing Mo Cong how to grasp the direction and how to control the angle. Mo Cong also learned from others' strengths and practiced over and over again in the bumps and bumps.

"Brother Mo Cong is so smart, he has learned almost so quickly. ”

"yes, I guess it will be on the horse in a few days. ”

......

Looking at Mo Cong's stumbling performance, the veterans praised one after another.

The so-called time and time, yesterday they were still blushing and thinking that Mo Cong was stupid, but now they are full of praise......

For the next few days, Mo Cong rode the wooden horse day after day and practiced the thirteen styles of the saber. His movement skills are becoming more and more familiar, and he is getting along with everyone better and better, and he has initially integrated into the general environment of the military camp.

Just when Mo Cong thought that everything was fine, an investigation into the origin of his identity quietly kicked off.