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Chapter 280 Chapter [-]
The small village has been abandoned, and few roofs are still there.

However, the sand and soil from the streets and walls have been cleaned out, and all the houses have been cleaned away. Although it is not as clean as new, at least it is not full of dust and sand.

After handing over all the things to Dalun, Han Lang made a rough plan when he went back to get the ingredients. He set aside a courtyard with a courtyard wall, set up a living location, and a training area.

Everyone quickly tore apart the camouflage net, covering the entire village.

In fact, there are only six or seven houses in the village, and the scattered area is slightly larger and not very large.

In less than an hour, when Darren delivered the ingredients, the camouflage net was connected into one piece, and the situation in the village could not be seen from above.

"Auntie. Sapphire helps, Doodle prepares lunch, and the others follow me."

Han Lang carried a bundle of targets and ordered.

Sapphire doesn't understand this, and she can't help if she follows. In fact, she is just left to watch the graffiti and cook.

Everyone came to the set training area and quickly set up targets. In the room, behind the windows, set up targets one by one.

These, they have to run in and train, this is the battle mode that they will inevitably come into contact with when they enter the city in the future.

To put it bluntly, it is the rescue of hostages and other surprise cooperation in anti-terrorism.

After finishing the interior, I rushed to the selected shooting range, which is a position facing the hills, where you don't have to worry about stray bullets accidentally injuring people when you shoot.

When I returned, the strong aroma of vegetables had already begun to waft.

The level of graffiti is really not to mention, from changing the knife to making it, all done by one person, aunt, just helping to wash and serve the dishes, can't even cut the vegetables.

The gas cooker used in the restaurant made a whirring sound, the graffiti shook the frying pan, and the flames roared and rolled on the frying pan, soaring high, not to mention the little girl, even the aunt was watching intently.

Han Lang approached the temporary dining table made of wooden planks, and saw four dishes on it, golden squirrel fish, finger meat, braised mutton, and couldn't help but twitch his index finger.

Vegetables are still being fried, and the steak has been fed and is just waiting to be cooked at the end.

In less than 10 minutes, the moment the three steaks were served, all the dishes were ready.

Tuya is really an authentic chef. Although the conditions of the dishes are simple, they are still full of color and fragrance. After the last steak is served, everyone can't wait to start.

"Hot pot at night, it will be too late to cut the meat." Tuya said with a smile.

"There's no pot." Young Master Gui looked at the kitchen utensils and said, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"There is an aluminum basin." Tuya pointed to the big basin like a laundry tub and said, "There are so many people, it's just enough."

"In the afternoon, clean up the dormitory and bathing place, build the toilet, and make the hot pot in the evening. I'll call Darren to prepare the materials later." Of course, Han Lang would not disappoint, and said with a smile.

Needless to say, this meal was the best meal Han Lang and the others had had in this barren land, and everyone ate heartily.

Especially the three foreigners, Matthew, who ate authentic Chinese food for the first time, were full of praise.

After packing up in the afternoon, the camp took shape.

Gui Shao has deployed a warning probe 500 meters away, and there are basically no dead ends around the camp.

Here, no one will come, because it is not near the road in the first place, and it is still a desert. If you come, you can't say hello.

When a large group of people helped cut the meat and prepared the hot pot for the evening, Han Lang did not participate, and walked into the courtyard he left alone with a knife.

His family sword technique cannot be passed on to the outside world, at least not without the permission of his grandfather.

Seeing Han Lang leave, the little girl stood up and took out her special wooden knife, the one Han Lang sharpened for her, and followed Han Lang into the courtyard.

Han Lang didn't care about the little girl, he stood there and thought about it silently, starting from the starting gesture, he began to practice the wind knife one by one.

This is the Han Family Knife Manual obtained in the trick box. He has never had time to practice carefully. In fact, it is because he has no suitable place to avoid everyone's eyes.

The little girl followed her gestures one by one, with a good look.

After one pass, Han Lang gradually accelerated, and after one pass, he started from the beginning again, without stopping for a moment.

The little girl was able to keep up a few meters behind him at first, but as time went on, she gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

Although the face is no longer black, although it is still wheat-colored, it can still be seen to be rosy, sweat is also flowing down the cheeks, and the physical strength is obviously output.

This is still a wooden knife, if Han Lang had the knife in his hand, she would not be able to keep up with it for 10 minutes, because her wrist strength is not enough.

Han Lang didn't pay attention to the sapphire, in fact, he didn't know the existence of the sapphire at this time.

As he gradually picked up the speed, he also became more focused, as if he had entered the silent world of shooting, with no other distractions.

The whistling sound in the courtyard gradually became louder, and with the improvement of proficiency, the knife made the whistling sound of breaking the wind, and the light of the knife could no longer be seen clearly, it was just a phantom spinning around Han Lang.

The little girl tried her best to follow the dance for more than half an hour, but couldn't hold on halfway, she just took two steps back and sat under the doorway where only the wall was left, and watched Han Lang practice the knife with her knees on her hands.

Han Lang still didn't stop, and the speed of the knife dancing became faster and faster.

Strength, starting to spring up, accumulating strength, pulling out the back without leaking, when you send out, you never return...

In the slashing with a knife, the formula of the general outline is also corresponding. With one step, the force surges from the bottom of the foot, climbing up like a wave, and it seems that the height has grown by a few centimeters.

In slow motion, you can see Han Lang's back trembling, followed by waving his arms, and the light of the knife disappears suddenly when he cuts down.

As he understood the way to exert force, his knife danced more quickly.

The little girl watched for a while, then stood up silently, and slowly tried to slash with one knife, followed by repeated attempts, counting the knife continuously, and finally achieved the same strength as Han Lang.

She no longer looked at Han Lang, no longer followed Han Lang's rhythm, and started gesticulating at the door by herself, with a good look, the routine was gradually rounded, and the setbacks became less and less.

There seems to be an illusion in Han Lang's slashing, he seems to be able to see the wind, he can see that when the knife slashes past, it seems to cut the wind, and let the wind be cut in half like a wave, passing by.

Contain but not leak, go and never return...

Han Lang moved faster, and he understood the meaning of these two sentences.

This is the method of exerting force with Cunjin. It is not called using force to slash with the knife in turns, but to exert force suddenly at the moment of slashing, making the knife disappear suddenly, and slash towards the imaginary target.

With such force, the speed of the knife increased sharply, making his slashing faster.

As he understood, as he gradually mastered the correct method of exerting force, the sound of the knife breaking the wind gradually weakened, and after half an hour, it was almost inaudible.

But Han Lang's figure was also blurred, rolling silently in the courtyard like a phantom.

Epiphany, it seems a bit exaggerated, but I don't know what touched Han Lang, let him find a way to exert force in a short time, and touched the essence of the wind knife.

As he danced, Han Lang gradually felt his arms were heavy, and his speed gradually slowed down.

But he still didn't break away from his concentration, and he was still wielding the knife instinctively.

Han Lang's breathing was gradually heavy, and the sweat was no longer flowing, making his face red and hot all over.

During the dance, he staggered under his feet, causing him to lose his balance. The knife fell to the ground, and he half-kneeled on the ground with a plop.

Han Lang's sudden change surprised the little girl, she ran to Han Lang's side in a few steps, grabbed his arm, trying to pull Han Lang up.

But Han Lang's weight was about to hold her, and when he tried hard, he just pulled Han Lang's arm, but failed to pull Han Lang up.

Cutting the air with a knife, Han Lang also woke up from his concentration, felt the little girl supporting him, turned his head and said with difficulty: "Sapphire... I'll be fine after a rest."

"There is a situation!"

The little girl failed to pull Han Lang up several times in a row, so she couldn't help being anxious, and flicked the headset to issue a warning.

After the meat was cut, a group of people surrounded the graffiti and watched him boil the bottom of the pot. Hearing the warning, the aunt jumped up and shouted: "Ready to fight!"

His roar made everyone jump immediately, and quickly picked up their guns and rushed to their respective combat positions.

"Sapphire, target location!!"

The aunt roared while running wildly.

"The alarm...is lifted..." Han Lang knew that everyone had misunderstood, so he turned on the throat microphone with great effort, and said.

"Head? Why do you..."

The aunt stopped abruptly and asked puzzledly.

"Take off... strength..." Han Lang couldn't count on Sapphire to explain, he said with great effort.

The others also stood still, wondering why Han Lang lost his strength.

The aunt hesitated for a while, but still ran to the courtyard where Han Lang was.

The moment he saw Han Lang, he rushed forward a few steps, and was about to help Han Lang, when he suddenly felt the temperature of Han Lang's body, and then saw the alkali flowers all over Han Lang's body, in circles.

"Hurry up, my head is out of strength!" The aunt immediately understood and let out a low growl.

Except for the magician who was on guard, everyone rushed to the courtyard when they heard the words, lifted Feng Lang up and left, put him on the dining table, quickly removed his long clothes, and started kneading Han Lang muscles.

They're all veterans, they've all experienced it, if they lose their strength, if they don't rub their muscles quickly, Han Lang will become a zombie tomorrow.

"Drink this." Kuaishou quickly mixed a cup of light salt water and fruit juice powder drink, handed it to Han Lang's mouth, and said to himself: "Looks like I need to prepare some taurine."

Kuaishou said that the aunt understood immediately, and growled: "Let Darren bring some bananas, hurry up!"

Gui Shao hurriedly took out Han Lang's cell phone and handed it to Han Lang.

Han Lang also knew that if he didn't quickly eliminate the lactic acid in his muscles and supplement taurine and other elements quickly, he would really be unable to walk tomorrow.

So, puff up the phone and ask Darren to deliver some bananas.

This thing relieved the cramp, he had already started it, and his calf was as hard as a rock, and Matthew had to squeeze his big toe hard to relieve it.

Everyone was busy, and they didn't know why Han Lang lost his strength in training. This kind of situation only happened during the training camp.

How did they know that Han Lang's focus is actually a bit of forgetting things, and he can't feel the outside world, including himself.

Darren delivered it quickly, 10 kilometers, and it took only [-] minutes to drive, but Han Lang still smoked and ate his teeth, so uncomfortable.

　The end of three shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)