Chapter 132 Thrust

"Master, what are you doing?"

Feeling the strength on Mr. Yang's fingers, Yang Xiaotao quickly spoke.

"Not much meat!"

But Mr. Yang was talking to himself, looked at Yang Xiaotao carefully, and finally asked.

"I can't believe how powerful you are with just a few kilograms of meat."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless. Is this meat?

But he can't talk nonsense, because he is strong because he took Dali pills. If he really wants to explain it, he can only say that he is gifted.

"Master, we are fitters, we can't do it if we don't have the strength."

Mr. Yang nodded. He could see that Yang Xiaotao was energetic, and he was more energetic than ordinary people.

Although it was strange, I didn't take it seriously.

In that turbulent era, strange people appeared in large numbers, and it was common to kill people with one punch.

Yang Xiaotao is just more powerful and has not yet reached a magical state.

"Your strength would have been in vain if you didn't practice kung fu before."

"But it's not easy to have such strength. Speaking of the poor in culture and the rich in martial arts, in the past few years, everyone has not had enough to eat, so their martial arts training has only been limited."

Mr. Yang sat on the side and took out a cigarette bag and started pressing the leaves. Yang Xiaotao took out a lighter and lit it for him.

Mr. Yang lit the cigarette, took two puffs, and then exhaled the smoke.

"If we go forward ten years or so, I would be able to take you on a tour of the battlefield."

"See blood and practice your courage."

Yang Xiaotao was moved by what the grandpa said so boldly.

People of this era have been injured by war, but they are not afraid of war.

Because they dare to fight

Even when facing the American imperialists at that time, they fought as hard as they could and won, creating seventy years of peace.

At this time, the backbone of the nation was hardened, and anyone who came to make a noise must be prepared for a nationwide war.

"That is, who doesn't know your deeds in the old days? You were the one who held the gun tower with three guns and frightened the two dogs to call them grandpa."

"Ha ha"

"You kid, you heard everything wrong."

Mr. Yang hit Yang Xiaotao on the head with a cigarette pot, grinning, but then he felt a little sad.

"There are not only Ergouzi but also five little Japs in that blockhouse. But our people have already made arrangements, and we opened the door inside."

"If it weren't for the three-gun gun at that time, what your grandfather had in his hand was a Japanese 38 gun with only two bullets."

"When I rushed in, I fired a shot and hit a traitor. Then I rushed up with a bayonet, and the people behind rushed in."

Yang Xiaotao listened attentively, this is a legend.

"I went up and immediately met three little devils."

"That head is about the same height as a donkey, but it's very thick and its arms are very thick."

"But I wasn't afraid either. I held the bayonet in my hand, dodged it and stabbed it into the stomach on the left, and then took a side step and hit the Japanese on the right with the butt of my rifle on the head."

"But, here."

Mr. Yang pointed to the left side of his waist, "I was stabbed by that little devil. It's such a long wound."

A slap gesture.

"Master, you are awesome!"

Yang Xiaotao said it sincerely and admired him in his heart.

"Oh, you young people are so good. When you were young, you didn't need to go to the battlefield. When you grow up, the war will be over."

"so good!"

Yang Xiaotao was silent, and Mr. Yang also looked at the sky, lost in memories.

After a long time, Mr. Yang finished eating the cigarette pot, knocked hard on the wood twice to knock out the ashes, and then shouted.

"No matter when, having a good body is a blessing from God."

As he spoke, he stood up, put down his pipe, then walked to the side and pulled out a wooden stick, almost two meters long.

"My dear, I don't have any great skills. I just rolled around on the battlefield a few times and survived until now by luck."

"I'm going to teach you this skill of killing Japanese today. I just hope you don't need it one day."

Yang Xiaotao stood up suddenly and looked at Mr. Yang with a solemn face.

But Mr. Yang rolled up his sleeves, put his belt in, and held the stick like a spear, and his appearance suddenly changed.

He has a serious expression and a murderous aura swirling around him, making him look as cold as stone and emotionless.

Yang Xiaotao took a deep breath and walked aside to look carefully.

"My master has been on the battlefield for a while. He doesn't know anything else and can't learn it. There is only one move, thrust!"

As he spoke, Mr. Yang took a lunge, lowered his waist, put his left hand in front of his right hand, his wooden stick slightly upward, and stared straight ahead.

This movement seemed to be deeply rooted in his bones, without any deliberate adjustment, it was just like this.

"kill!"

The low roar was like flat thunder, and Yang Xiaotao's heart was trembling and his whole body was trembling.

Then I saw the long stick thrust out and then retracted in less than a second, and Mr. Yang still maintained his original posture.

If I hadn't blinked just now, I really thought I hadn't moved just now.

Mr. Yang stabbed the gun and then slowly stood up, his body gradually relaxed, and he exhaled a breath.

Obviously, the moment just now was a bit difficult

"I'm old, I'm old."

Mr. Yang threw the long stick to Yang Xiaotao, "Come and try."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, took the long stick, imitated Mr. Yang's posture, bent his legs, left foot in front, right foot horizontally in a T-shape, held the right hand at the back end, and looked straight ahead.

"Keep your center of gravity low, don't squeeze your right hand too tightly, rely on it for flexibility."

Mr. Yang took out a piece of firewood from the side and pointed at Yang Xiaotao to correct his posture.

"Yes, that's it."

"Don't move your feet, don't move your hands. Watch the right moment, and move your hands and feet together."

"The force is generated by leaning on the waist. Don't lean back, lean forward."

While Mr. Yang was talking, Yang Xiaotao imitated Mr. Yang and started thrusting.

"kill!"

With a shout, the wooden stick was handed out and quickly taken back.

"Speak louder, aren't you full?"

Yang Xiaotao blushed and roared again.

"Kill~~"

"kill!"

"kill!"

There were roars one after another, and Yang Shitou, Yang Dazhuang and others who came to visit didn't think anything when they saw it. They had also received instructions from Mr. Yang, and even the militiamen of Yangjia Village would conduct regular training.

So I watched Yang Xiaotao practice and also watched from the sidelines, giving advice from time to time.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a while, there was someone opposite Yang Xiaotao, and Yang Shitou was sparring with him with a wooden stick.

"When shooting a gun, go straight ahead. Don't think about anything, especially the next move. The more you think about it, the slower the gun will be!"

Yang Shitou had obviously been trained, and he performed well from the moment he came up. When the two faced off, it was Yang Shitou who took the initiative.

"Don't step back!"

Mr. Yang suddenly became stern, and Yang Xiaotao felt a pain in his calf and was hit with a stick.

Don't dare to move any further.

"To fight with the bayonet means to fight with momentum, to move forward courageously, to meet each other on a narrow road, and to dare to attack."

"If you take a step back, your morale will be reduced by one point, and the enemy's morale will increase by three points. Where can you retreat to?"

Yang Xiaotao nodded after listening and kept it in mind.
To be continued...