"How many schools in China are like your military academy? There should be many experts in it, right?" Bai Ze's interest has obviously been raised. After asking about Gancheng Military Academy, he went to ask about other military academys.

"Our Gancheng Military Academy is a confidentiality unit listed in the General Secretary. It is only called the Military Academy of Officers. Other similar military academies must have, but these are all contents that are not published to the public. Don't say I don't know, even if I know, I will definitely not tell you. In addition, according to the regulations, even instructor Bai, you must sign a confidentiality agreement."

Xie Tielan glanced at Bai Ze and felt that this "martial arts master" did not know much about the army and didn't know some very ordinary things. In addition to being really terrifying, the feeling it gave people is actually not much different from that of ordinary young people. At least they still have curiosity.

"It seems that my mind and nature have not been able to practice according to boxing. Although I can be calm in encountering things, I have lost the word "true". This should be the reason why my spirit is not in line with my nature."

Bai Ze was taken from the rearview mirror by Xie Tielan, and immediately felt something in his heart. He seemed to see through what the other person was thinking at first sight. Then he immediately reflected on himself and knew that he still lacked some experience in life when practicing martial arts every day. Therefore, when encountering something that he was interested in, he would be in a big abnormal state without realizing it.

Confucius said: "I am determined to study at 150, and I am determined to be aware of my studies at 30, and I am not confused at 40, and I am not confused at 50, and I am aware of my destiny at 60, and I am obedient to my ears at 70, and I am following my heart and not exceeding the rules."

Confucius in history was determined to be the way of university at the age of fifteen, and he became independent at the age of thirty. He had his own set of perfect Confucian theories. In the next ten years, he could no longer be confused about things in the world based on his thoughts and thoughts in his heart. However, such a saint understood the laws of the laws of the laws of the laws of heaven after he was fifty, and understood everything he heard and saw. After the age of seventy, he would do whatever he wanted without breaking the rules. During this period, he had accumulated and transformed for fifty or sixty years.

This process, just like brewing wine, requires a series of complex processes such as fermentation, steaming, storage, and alcoholization. Without enough time to brew, the brewed wine will turn into vinegar.

With the same principle, martial artists cannot stay at home and work behind closed doors. No matter in the era, anyone can play wonderful punches. Then his life experience will definitely be very exciting.

This is the experience!

This is experience!

Although the world is chaotic, it can cultivate the heart. If you want to become the top warrior in the world, you need a "heart" that can match it. This cannot be achieved by practicing boxing alone.

You have to go through countless hardships.

However, Bai Ze actually didn't understand this truth in his heart. Fist is like life, just like monks and Taoists in the past that they both emphasized "being born in the world" and what they said in their bones was actually the same thing, but the things in this world are often "easy to know and difficult to do". He is still too young. Although he knows many things, he doesn't know why, and wants to have some insights. He always has to encounter them in the future and experience them personally before he can understand them and suddenly realize them.

All those who can truly achieve the unity of knowledge and action are all great masters throughout China's history.

"Sun Boti, his name is very Zen. I just don't know if I can make the taste of Zen and martial arts integration in Shaolin Kung Fu, and I don't know which person is more powerful than Guo Zhuilai? This time, he promised that the Pei family would be the instructor for ten days, but he was indeed not wrong. Before I even arrived at the Gancheng Military Academy, I realized that after I arrived at the military academy, there were so many masters..., so could I gain more!!!"

"However, the soldiers have always been xenophobic, and I am not a regular soldier. I just worked as an instructor for ten days, and if there is a fight with people, it would be bad if there is any casualties. Anyway, Uncle Pei asked me to give me some advice on their tactical actions to avoid bullets. You might as well use this as a reason to fight in a ring. At that time, what are the swords, guns, sticks and sticks? I wonder how these students' shooting skills are, and can they threaten me at close range?"

Bai Ze thought about this idea that suddenly popped up in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt, the more he was very good for him. In the martial arts world, fighting in the arena is compared with simple kung fu, so how could he be as exciting as the challenge in the army? In these days, guns and gunpowder are popular. If you want to surpass your own limits, the best way for a master to fight the pressure of firearms head-on. After seeing it a lot, you will naturally get used to it and the psychological pressure will not be that heavy.

Since Bai Ze and the bayonet's mercenary team killed one game, he has been very cautious about modern guns and has a deep defense. In this case, if he wants to completely overcome his psychology, he can only face it calmly. This trip to the military academy is obviously a very good opportunity to exercise.

At the same time, just as Bai Ze and his group had just opened the Gancheng area, a deep mountain outside the Gancheng area, surrounded by dense grass and trees, a young man in camouflage uniform and combat boots was sitting under a big tree that was thick with his arms, holding a soft cloth, and carefully wiping a "POW knife" in his hand.

His "Prison of War Knife" is more than one and a half feet long, which is half a foot longer than the average sword type of similar ones! The blade is particularly narrow and long, with three sides opening, and looks similar to the triangular stent in Bai Ze's hand.

Moreover, this prisoner of war knife is forged with cold steel, with a pale blade and a dark body, with a heavy texture. The handle is a steel that is much heavier in hand than an ordinary saber.

This kind of knife is originally a ridge-shaped knife designed and produced according to the domestic 56-type triangular bayonet. It was originally designed to clean the battlefield after the war, and to kill undead enemy troops and clean up prisoners of war. For any life with blood, just one knife is stabbed and then pulled out, and the blood pressure will make the blood in the organism splash out a few meters away like a fountain. Without a second knife, you can lift the knife and leave.

Although it is not conducive to cutting, once this knife falls into the hands of well-trained soldiers, it is a very powerful weapon.

However, just as the young man was rubbing the knife carefully, a sudden "whip" sound, and a dazzling cold light suddenly shot out from a grass more than twenty steps away.

With a puff!, in the blink of an eyelid, a foot-long military dagger was deeply inserted into the young man's head, and the trembling blade was only one finger from the man's head.

But the young man seemed to have never seen him. He didn't even shake his hand when he wiped the knife. He just looked forward lazyly, then lowered his head and said, "Zhao Lao Er, I've told you a long time ago, don't show off your three-legged cat's hidden weapon in front of me. A good 'shadowless knife' was made like a strange thing by you. If your master had already cleared you from the wall. If you had a gun, why would you practice flying knives? Really..."

"What should you do when there is no gun? What should you do if the conditions do not allow you to shoot when performing a mission? I think you are so naked that you are envious, jealous and hateful. I still understand you very much." As he spoke, he heard a sound of grass in the distance, separated from the left and right, and quickly jumped out of it from inside. A strong soldier with a "fishing net" covered with grass and trees and grass rings on his head. Although he was holding a gun in his hand, he had a row of saber-skinned leather sheaths inserted between his waist.

"Meng De, I think your name is completely wrong. Cao Mengde is a treacherous hero at least. He always keeps alert enough to get up and kill people even in his sleep. If I hadn't used a little bit of dizziness on it when I took action and lowered it slightly, your head would have been worn into candied haws. Also, I sneaked from 150 steps away to being so close to you, and you didn't notice it. It seems that all the tactical trainings in the past have been wasted. You're done, Meng De, this time I returned to the military academy and further my studies. After graduation, my Zhao Laoer's name will become Zhao Laoer."

"Zhao Xudong, do you think you are Sun Wuzi and can come and go without a trace? I discovered you when you just came by the bushes over there. Do you know that the moment you approached me, I would have a lot of chance to send bullets into your head."

This young soldier named Meng De raised his eyebrows and spoke without hesitation, with a smile on his face: "You kid, you are probably lazy without realizing it as an instructor in the Armed Police Corps. The tactical movements stipulated are worse than those in the past. Just in these few tricks, you still want to turn over the serf and sing. It's better to be your ten thousand-year-old second."

"Hmph! I see, you two are brothers in distress. The crow fell on the pig. I only saw others and didn't know that I was black. I was still complacent there. Don't you know that Xiahou and I have been observing you here for a long time? Meng De, Zhao Xudong, you are older, and now these days are the world of our young people."

The moment the voice started, two young soldiers disguised themselves in the grass more than thirty meters away, jumped out one after another, and were as quick as a monkey, talking in their mouths. Before they could finish a word, the two of them walked through the grass leaves and arrived in front of them.

"Hao Jian, Yuan Fei! The kung fu of you two has indeed made great progress. It seems that in the past two years, you have taken the initiative to go to the Yunnan border and fight with drug lords. You have experienced a lot of training and your body skills have become more and more flexible." Meng De's face changed when he saw these two people jump out at the same time.

"It's not that we have made great progress, but that you have regressed and slacked. Zhao Xudong, you are an instructor in the Armed Police Corps. Although you teach people to fight every day, what are the opportunities for practical combat in recent years? The bright and wine-filled family life has completely paralyzed you. And Meng De, I heard that after you graduated, you were sent abroad to perform tasks. But why did I always feel that you had less of the same sharpness as before when you met this time? Moreover, I see that you have loose skin and even bags in your eyes. Obviously, you are no longer a virgin. The boy's skills that have worked hard for more than ten years are considered useless. Compared with us, you are all out. We are the future soldier kings who have killed people and seen blood."

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