Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 234 I want to challenge that instructor

All 11 female fighters stood up.

"Report to the principal, we are all willing to challenge American journalists' bayonet skills!"

The female soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, and the female soldiers who can be sent here to study, if they are not the deputy captain of the militia, they are the battalion commander or platoon leader of other combat troops.

Because the first batch of students was recruited, what the headquarters wanted Chen Shanhe to teach was tactics.

Since it is a tactic, it is the leader of the war, so basically the military officers who came to lead the war.

The reason why he is a military chief is that if he is above the regiment level, you can still say that he relies on his command ability to play a more important role in this position.

However, if it is a battalion-level unit, company-level unit, or platoon-level unit's military chief officer, if he can serve as a military chief officer, command ability is important, but individual combat capabilities are also indispensable. Otherwise, in the current combat environment, Very easy to sacrifice.

Moreover, this is the military school run by the legendary Chen Shanhe, and all friendly troops send top-notch students. I'm afraid that if they come here, they will lose face to their own troops a little bit worse than others.

So under such circumstances, a mere American reporter actually wants to compete with them in hand-to-hand combat.

If they didn't dare to come out to fight, what face would they have as cadres of the Eighth Route Army?

You must know that the tradition of the Eighth Route Army is to fight with bayonets. Even if this is a helpless skill tree that was forced to derive due to the serious lack of ammunition, the Eighth Route Army has gained a foothold in this way.

Unexpectedly, Voss glanced at the female students who stood up and compared his height: "No, no, no, I refuse, I refuse such a challenge.

The tallest of these women is no higher than my shoulders. Competing with them will make me feel like I'm bullying a child!

If there is a competition, I will challenge the female instructor. Her height is not bad, and since she can be an instructor, her fighting skills must be better than the students.

If you want to challenge, challenge the strong! "

Chen Shanhe was a little speechless, since he wanted to try the feeling of being abused, there was nothing he could do.

He looked at Gong Ruomei and said, "Junior Sister, since he has asked for such a thing, you are reluctant to compare with him.

Let our students see the heroic figure of the fighting instructor! "

Gong Ruomei also had no ink marks, nodded, took two wooden guns, and threw one at Voss, who was tall and burly.

Even though Gong Ruomei was taller among women, she still bowed her head a whole lot when standing opposite Voss.

If you only look at the body shape, the American reporter Voss has long legs and long hands. This body type still has a great advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

However, Chen Shanhe was not worried about Gong Ruomei at all.

If it is useful to have long legs and long hands, then the Americans would not suffer such a big loss when they first participated in the war against Japan and fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese army.

It is a tradition in East Asia to fight hand-to-hand with bayonets.

Gong Ruomei looked at her senior brother: "What kind of beating do you want?"

Then Voss saw the brothers and sisters discussing openly in front of him how to beat him up.

Chen Shanhe didn't even need to think about it: "After all, we are guests, so we can't be hurt, but if we can't be hurt, it can be painful.

After all, if there is no pain, you will think we are cheating.

So since the American reporter friend does not believe in our hand-to-hand combat ability, it is also very good to let him feel the pain. "

Gong Ruomei nodded, she understood what the senior brother meant, she could not hurt the other party, but she had to teach him a lesson.

The senior brother has always been generous to his own people, but he is very stingy to the little devil. I don't know how the American reporter in front of him offended the senior brother, but the senior brother still has to listen to what he says.

And the senior brother said it all, and said it in front of the other party, to make the other party hurt but not hurt, if she can't do this, then isn't she, Gong Ruomei, very shameless in front of the senior brother?
The big podium on the training ground temporarily turned into a ring. Gong Ruomei was holding a wooden gun, standing opposite to the American reporter Voss who was also holding a wooden gun.

Standing in Taichung as a referee, Chen Shanhe didn't talk nonsense, he didn't have protective gear, and he didn't have anything else to say to American reporter Voss.

Instead, she solemnly said to Gong Ruomei again: "Remember, the other party is a guest, it's okay to make him hurt, but don't hurt the other party!"

The voice was so loud that everyone heard it.

This made Voss feel humiliated, and before he could express his dissatisfaction, he heard the start.

After hearing the start, Gong Ruomei did not move forward with a gun, but stood still and waited for the opponent to get ready, and let him attack on his own initiative.

To be honest, one can tell from the posture of the opponent holding the gun that the opponent has not practiced stabbing skills.

In fact, Americans also practice stabbing.

Especially after the defeat in the island war with Japan, they once let the soldiers undergo a hard training, but they were still crushed by the Japanese.

After being crushed many times, I changed my mind and used submachine guns to fight against the Japanese army's trench and stab tactics.

But Voss hadn't practiced it. What he was better at was the cowboy's fast-drawing jousting.

But who told him to laugh at the opponent's hand-to-hand combat skills!

Moreover, he didn't think that his size would be a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat.

So after seeing Gong Ruomei beckoning lightly, he rushed over like a bull. The wooden spear in his hand had lost the meaning of stabbing. .

The crowd of reporters watching below could already see that Voss on the stage was on the verge of an emotional outburst and had lost his mind.

Their hearts sank, and they hurt a female soldier, even a female instructor, when they first arrived at their territory, the impact would not be very good.

The most important thing is to pass it back and get a bad reputation.

People may not care whether these people here have a good impression of them, but if it is reported back to Europe, America and the West, they will hit the other party's female instructor as soon as they come here.

And it was played out of control, which is a bit, it's not good to say it.

If it is only from the United States, or only from the United Kingdom, or only from the Soviet Union, then they are not worried that the news will spread.

But the press corps includes British, American, and Soviet journalists, so they have no way to control the spread of this news.

But it's clear they're overthinking it.

The female instructor on the stage, for some reason, got close to Voss who was opening and closing.

Voss noticed it at the time, and it was too late to turn around. The other party poked him lightly, and a sharp pain was transmitted to his nerve center in an instant.

But fortunately, the other party only poked lightly, and the pain was intense, and it went away quickly.

After the opponent poked it, he took two steps back, making Voss think that the opponent's strength was weak, and luckily he just poked his pain point.

And he was so painful that he bent over just now, he was really ashamed and lost at home.

So he roared and rushed over again.

Unexpectedly, the opponent simply threw away the wooden spear in his hand, leaned forward, and slapped him directly on his chest, pushing him away.

Then.A group of foreign reporters watched in amazement at the tall and slender female instructor who pushed the tall and burly Voss down with just one hand and slid several meters away.

"Oh, my god!"

"Is that true?"

George Manderson looked at himself, the accompanying military attache of the press corps, and asked.

The accompanying military officer almost covered his face and said, "The father of this female instructor was once one of the most capable people in the north of our country.

It may even be the most capable player in the north during that time period in our country.

Of course, let's talk about hand-to-hand combat.

And this female instructor has practiced hand-to-hand combat with his father since she was a child. "

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