That night, Zhuangyan also joined the self-training team.

People are divided into groups, and birds of birds of a feather flock together. The environment can really change a person.

Zhuang Yan understood that he was in the teaching brigade, just like a drop of water in the torrent. No matter how lazy you are, you will be swept forward by everyone.

At this point, he vaguely understood what his father Zhuang Zhenguo thought, and what he wanted was the situation today.

After putting on this set of sand vest, he didn't even take off his sleep. After taking a shower, he just lie down on his body.

That night, he had a dream, dreaming that he was standing on the podium of the top competition of the army. The army leader was hanging a competition medal around his neck. He laughed happily.

Once you smile, you wake up.

When I opened my eyes, the room was still dark.

Zhuangyan sat up from the bed and glanced at the electronic clock on the wall.

It's five o'clock in the morning.

It took half an hour to blow the bed trumpet.

He got up gently, took off his sand vest and leggings, put on his training uniform, and then slipped out of the line-up.

The first district team was standing guard. The sentry glanced at the solemn and didn't say anything.

It seems that he also knows the purpose of solemnity. It seems that there are many people who have been teaching the brigade to increase their investments recently.

It only takes twenty-five minutes, so Zhuangyan is thinking about what training he should do.

After thinking about it, it would be better to go to the back of the kitchen and go to the mountain.

The time to rush to the mountain is relatively short, and uphill can also exercise your legs better.

Zhuangyan knew that his weakness was five kilometers off-road and four hundred meters of obstacles, and these two aspects needed to be strengthened.

Starting from the path behind the kitchen squad, Zhuangyan began to head towards Feiyun Mountain.

As soon as I ran out dozens of meters and passed by a bush of thatched grass that was more than one person tall, I suddenly heard a "hehehe" sound coming from the right, vaguely accompanied by the "bang bang" sound of hitting something.

Who is it?

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but stop.

I listened for a while.

He became very interested in the sound.

It’s certain that this is also the one who gets up early to train himself, but what makes Zhuang Yan strange is, what exactly is this person practicing?

He carefully observed the surroundings and found a crack in the thatch, which means that someone is walking around here often before pushing the thatch to both sides.

Walking along this hidden road with a light hand and foot, after walking for more than ten meters, I suddenly realized that there was an open space. In the center of the open space was a crooked tree, with a sandbag of 200 kilograms hanging on the tree, and a soldier tied a sandbag in his hand and was clenching his fists and slamming it.

Zhuangyan recognized this person at once.

Yang Songlin!

It was the man who met Yang Songlin at the top of Feiyun Mountain when he was harvesting firewood for the first time. It is said that Gary was a student of the second district team of the martial arts family and could do hard work.

"Yang Songlin!"

He screamed solemnly.

Yang Songlin stopped hearing the sound and turned to see the solemn.

"Why are you?"

"It's not me, who do you think it is?" Zhuang Yan looked up at the sky. The summer morning was bright and the scenery could be seen clearly around him.

"Or what kind of fox fairy fairy do you think it is?" Zhuang Yan joked, then looked at the sandbag and said, "What are you practicing here? Practicing martial arts?"

Yang Songlin smiled, walked aside, picked up the military kettle on the ground and unscrewed the lid and took a sip of water, and said, "Well, I rarely practiced after joining the army. I was afraid of losing my clothes, so I got up early to practice here."

Zhuangyan said: "You are very good at finding places, but you actually found such a paradise?"

Yang Songlin said: "I accidentally discovered it when I was chopping wood, and I think it's okay."

He glanced at Zhuang Yan, pointed to the sandbag, and said, "Do you want to try?"

Zhuang Yan was eager to try it out. Young people were interested in the word "martial arts". Since childhood, they always envied the heroes who could be a hundred.

He walked forward and swung two punches at the sandbag.

Soldiers in the field army generally receive basic boxing training, such as horse stance punching and military fist, and sometimes learn to rush forward and fall backward and some simple whistle-touching and capture prisoners.

Therefore, the solemn punch is quite standard and the strength is enough.

However, as soon as his fist hit the sandbag, he grinned in pain.

"Fuck!"

He felt a sharp pain coming from his fist.

"What's in it? Why is it so hard?"

Yang Songlin said: "It's sand, coarse sand, there's no way. Here's the condition. You are a beginner and you shouldn't have made this kind of sandbag. Generally, beginners have to start with a wooden chaff bag, and then hit half a sand and half a wooden chaff when the fist adapts, and then hit this pure sand."

Solemnly rubbed her fists and asked, "So what's the last one?"

"Finally?" Yang Songlin smiled and said, "When the pure sand is too full, you can try that-"

He pointed at the huge poaching tree.

Zhuang Yan then noticed that something seemed to be on the tree.

He walked around and looked carefully.

On top is a thick and cheapest yellow straw paper, about one centimeter thick, but it is already sparse and seems to be beaten like this.

"Everything needs to be a process." Yang Songlin said: "After cutting the straw paper, you can directly hit the wooden stakes. When the wooden stakes cannot satisfy you, you can just chop your head and play."

Zhuang Yan's eyes suddenly rounded and she said, "Fuck! That's how you practice your hard skills?"

Yang Songlin said proudly: "Yes, I have been practicing since I was a few years old. Our ancestors used to umbrellas to eat, and the village practiced martial arts has become a trend. My grandfather was a famous martial artist in his hometown and had family-born martial arts."

His solemn eyes fell on Yang Songlin's fist.

On those two fists, a thick layer of cocoon was like a layer of armor.

Yang Songlin seemed to notice that Zhuang Yan was looking at his fist, and simply handed the fist to Zhuang Yan and said, "In fact, it's hard qigong, which is the most basic. The grandsons of the reconnaissance company practiced this kind of routine. Last time I fought in the obstacle field, I knocked down the three of them alone."

"Fuck!" Zhuang Yan immediately admired him very much, and said like a little fan: "Brother Yang, can you teach me? I am very interested in learning this!"

In fact, the solemn interest is not only because of his admiration for the characters in martial arts novels since childhood, but more importantly, he beat Li Yong of the reconnaissance company several times last time and took advantage of it.

Li Yong's words "I remember you" made Zhuang Yan always feel that this guy would seek revenge on him.

In particular, Zhuang Yan also heard from the veterans that the soldiers in the reconnaissance company liked to do the most is the scammers of settlement in the autumn.

It is said that if they are found out by the guard company when they are out, their squad leader will not only protect their shortcomings, but also let the soldiers of the reconnaissance company remember to check who their picket is, and then they will beat the other party to retaliate when they find an opportunity.

I don’t know whether this legend is true or false, but Zhuangyan felt a little embarrassed after hearing it.

He is just a private person, and to put it bluntly, he can't handle himself for the time being.

But it’s hard to say if the other team leader is added.

Be careful about this!

For this purpose, Zhuang Yan saw Yang Songlin's thigh at this moment, of course he had to hug her. Even if he learned a little bit of fur from Yang Songlin, wouldn't he deal with those reconnaissance companies in the future be like playing?

Yang Songlin didn't say anything.

Zhuang Yan immediately smoked again.

"Old Yang, what a good old Yang, I really become a disciple! We are a brother who eats rice in a pot. Last time I beat the boy in the reconnaissance company so hard that he said he remembered me, you said I don't understand martial arts. If my enemies are narrow in the future and I see that boy, that boy will be successful in learning..."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Yan's mind appeared in the spies performed at the mobilization meeting for the recruits, even veterans, who used their brains to open bricks and bottles, and if Li Yong was so awesome, wouldn't he be seeking death?

Yang Songlin pushed away the solemn cigarette and said, "I don't smoke, have you forgotten?"

Solemnly and embarrassedly took back the cigarette box and asked again: "How is it? Will you accept me as an apprentice?"

Yang Songlin said: "Let's not mention the disciples. If you really learn from comrades, I will teach you too, because I am afraid you won't be able to endure that hardship."

Zhuang Yan looked dissatisfied: "What's the case? Who can join the teaching team is afraid of suffering? Those who come here are all crazy people, right?"

It makes sense for Yang Songlin to think about it. He has a good impression of Zhuangyan, at least the guy in front of him is not annoying.

"Okay! Come here tomorrow, come early, and come here to wait for me at 4:50. I will teach you slowly, including how to be lucky and good, this is all knowledge."
Chapter completed!