Chapter 22 The Poetry of Wind Oil Essence

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Uncle, they are almost racing against time to fill in our knowledge.

It doesn't matter if we can master it or not, we just indoctrinate it.

Field Tracking, Woodland Tracking, Mountain Tracking, Snow Tracking.

Anti-tracking, marching alert, garrison alert, high-altitude alert.

Commonly used traps, anti-traps.

Blah blah blah, it's all dry stuff.

Uncle said that these are not even primers, at most they are pre-school instructions for batch printing.

Sure enough, it is worthy of twelve doors, and the heritage that has gone through several dynasties and generations is really not covered, for a recruit like me, who has no foundation and nowhere to steal a teacher, it is really a blessing from heaven.

With a clear division of labor, we can train as a group to get twice the result with half the effort, and everyone will focus on their own strengths and leave their weaknesses to their peers.

The old spear also glowed like a second spring, riding on horseback, carrying a spear, he really had a style, and the spirit could vaguely exude his previous grandeur.

The old gun girl is really his secret weapon, she demonstrated all her combat power without reservation, and shocked everyone speechless, where is this like a young and eighty-year-old who was picked up by the young little Lori, she is full of firepower, she is clearly like a tiger that has been hungry in the mountains for four or eight years.

Seeing that her daughter was so good, Lao Gun stroked her beard and smiled, as if all the young talents were going to line up to propose to him in the next moment.

Seeing the old gun girl so violent, I shook my head silently in amazement, thinking that the old gun had ruined his daughter, and a good delicate flower had trained the old gun into a thorny tree vine.

When the uncle saw that the old gun girl was so talented, he was shocked, and he couldn't wait to snatch her to the serious crime team to serve the country.

Zhao Ying and Zhang Ertang Sima Yi, they were first surprised, then sighed, and then looked at me in unison, with a ...... pity in their eyes.

Wait? They don't think that the old gun girl can't get married, and she is destined to take over the plate, right?

Wang Hu's eyes are full of fighting spirit, I understand this look, it seems that he is going to work hard to fight a second wife defense battle, and he also wants to be a hungry tiger like an old gun girl, their food should be me.

Well, I'm going to work harder, and if both tigers are going to eat me, then I'll have to be stronger to get out of danger.

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The next day, the uncle greeted the cavalry camp and gave each of us two horses.

Start practicing your run.

It was still the kind that carried the load, and the other group of horses had several large boxes that were not clear about what they contained.

Once rushed to the far side of the big flat slope.

It was the first time we had gone out to such a far place, and the uncle did not care, saying that the longest tracking and running was the longest time, and their group had tried to chase for forty-seven days, and even slept on horseback.

Forty-seven days, even if the van car goes slowly, you can cross the province, we were stunned again, uncle said don't be nervous, when your strength increases, you will find that this is a small thing, easy and happy.

The uncle led the team to gallop, and went around the whole circle, almost all over the defense area, before slowly returning, and the horses couldn't stand it.

It was already evening when I returned to the riding camp, and after riding the horse all day, the base of my thighs was already swollen, and the old gun girl and Wang Hu kept shouting to help me take care of my body, but I sensibly refused.

Fortunately, my uncle gave me swelling and gout oil essence, so I was able to lie down and fall asleep at night.

When we woke up, everyone was in good spirits, and I greeted them politely one by one and asked them if they had breakfast and slept well last night.

"Thank you uncle, I slept so comfortably last night, I dreamed that I had been married more than a hundred times" The old gun girl was radiant and her face was moist.

"Strange, why did I dream all night of the captain's stick? I don't remember what happened in my dream, I was so tired this morning that I died. Wang Hu's face was pale and his smile was bleak, a little desolate as pear blossoms scattered all over the place.

Everyone hurriedly discussed whether breakfast was good or not, and Wang Hu's topic was not easy to pick up.

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In the next two days, he was still practicing running, and the uncle said that the rapid march could be done well, and he could basically grasp the initiative on the battlefield.

We were trained to die by this rush.

I returned to the riding camp every night and was unconscious from the waist down.

Had to use Uncle's Divine Oil, although I thought it was an evil thing.

"If I continue to practice like this, my waist will be broken," Sima Yi complained to everyone.

"Not to mention the broken waist, now I feel like my little brother is gone. "I gritted my teeth and smeared the divine oil.

When Wang Hu heard this, his eyes firmly comforted me: "Dali, don't be afraid, my brother is gone, and there is still me, as well as poetry and distance." ”

After that, he snuggled up to me.

I didn't hesitate to punch it.

Wang Hu screamed, covered his eyes and ran out.

I swear the punch was purely a natural reaction of the body, maybe with a little bit of the oil factor, but there was no human element to it.

"Well done!" the cousin showed up at the right time every time.

"Well done!" Zhang Er also came to complain, saying that he slept very unsteadily every night, and he said that since Wang Hu used the divine oil, he actually sleepwalked, which was more terrifying than Wang Hu drinking a big adventure.

So everyone discussed replacing Wang Hu's magic oil with a big adventure, hoping that Wang Hu could sleep peacefully and not sleepwalk to scare everyone.

In the evening, Wang Hu still painted the adventure on the base of his thighs as always, and perhaps deliberately applied it to a sensitive area.

As a result, the whole camp did not have to sleep that night, and listened to Wang Hu's howl for a night.

Then everyone collectively took a day off, made up for sleep, and invited Wang Hu to eat to make amends.

Because everyone felt guilty, everyone discussed letting Wang Hu vent during the meal.

We thought that Wang Hu would take the opportunity to pounce on us to be coquettish, complain, and talk about life, we have made sufficient preparations and worn strong enough clothes to accept the ravage, which is the bottom line we can accept.

The ending is even worse.

This product didn't take the opportunity to eat our tofu, and this product unexpectedly chanted a poem for a night, or the legendary pear blossom body.

For example:

I/green/youth/

Run/in/memory

I/warm/body

Crossing / mosquito swarm / to sleep you

.........

"Kill me~" Sima Yi, a self-proclaimed cultural person, couldn't stand it, and ran towards the night with a roar, as if there were thousands of enemies on the other side.

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Another example:

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No flowers/no wine/empty to the moon

There is a heart/love/someone hurts

Since ancient times/heroes/nowhere to be found

Turn around / snuggle / my chest and abdomen

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"I can't stand it~" Zhang Er, who was born in a family, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is his compulsory course, Wang Hu's trampling on art is more unacceptable to him than trampling on his body.

Zhang Er fled.

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When Wang Hu turned his head to look at me again, he wanted to recite his eighteenth self-created pear blossom poem with a little emotion.

I couldn't help it.

Me again

Without hesitation, he punched and punched.

Wang Hu screamed again, covered his eyes and ran out.

How familiar this scene is.

I swear that this punch is purely the most natural physical reaction, nothing more natural than this punch, maybe there will be a little bit of risky element in it, maybe there is a little bit of thought of eliminating harm for the people, but I swear, this punch has absolutely no stingy component.

"Well done!" my cousin, who had always relied on wine, touched a glass with me for the first time and drank it all in one gulp.

After finishing it, everyone waited for a while, but they didn't see Wang Hu running back, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief and felt safe.

As a result, the captain came in with the curtain raised.