Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 132
"Grandfather, what are you doing?"

Feeling the strength of Mr. Yang's fingers, Yang Xiaotao quickly opened his mouth.

"Not much meat!"

Mr. Yang, however, spoke on his own, looked at Yang Xiaotao seriously, and finally asked.

"I can't see that you can have such a lot of energy with just a few pounds of meat."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless, is this meat?

But he can't talk nonsense, because he has great strength, that's because he took Dali pills, if he really wants to explain, he can only say that he is very talented.

"Grandfather, 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 even more energetic than ordinary people.

It was weird, but it didn't matter.

In that turbulent era, strange people emerged in large numbers, and people who were beaten to death with one punch abounded.

Yang Xiaotao's strength is just stronger, but he has not yet reached the miraculous state.

"With your strength, if you were in the past, it would be useless if you didn't practice kung fu."

"But it's not easy to have this kind of strength. Speaking of being poor and rich in martial arts, the big guys have not been able to eat enough in the past few years, so they just practice martial arts."

Mr. Yang sat on the wooden shackle beside him and took out his cigarette bag and began to press the tobacco leaves, while 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 this was ten years ago, Grandfather would still be able to take you to the battlefield for a walk."

"When you see blood, practice your courage."

Yang Xiaotao was also moved by what the grandfather said.

People in this era are wounded by war, but they are not afraid of war.

because they dare to fight
Even when facing the US emperor at that time, it meant to fight as soon as it was said to fight, and it won, and 70 years of peace were fought.

At this time, the backbone of the nation is hard to hear, and anyone who comes to clamor has to be prepared for a national war.

"That's, who doesn't know what happened to you when you were old. It was the owner of the three-pistol gun tower, which scared the two dogs to call Grandpa."

"Ha ha"

"You kid, you heard everything wrong."

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

"There are not only Er Gouzi, but also five little devils in that blockhouse. But our people have already arranged it, and the people inside opened the door."

"At that time, if it wasn't for three earthen guns, what your grandfather was holding was a devil's [-] big cover, but there were 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 height of a donkey, but it's thick and ruthless, and its arms are old and thick."

"But I'm not afraid either. I took a bayonet and dodged one stab into the stomach on the left side, and another sidestep hit the devil on the right side with the butt of the gun."

"However, here."

Mr. Yang pointed to the left waist, "I was stabbed by that little devil, with such a long cut."

A slap gesture.

"Grandfather, you cow!"

Yang Xiaotao said it sincerely, with admiration in his heart.

"Heh, you young people, that's great. You don't need to go to the battlefield when you are young, and the war is over when you grow up."

"so good!"

Yang Xiaotao was silent, and Grandpa Yang also looked towards the sky, lost in memory.

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

"No matter what time it is, having a good body is a reward from God."

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

"Baby, Grandpa doesn't have any great skills, he just rolled a few laps on the battlefield and survived until now by luck."

"Today I will teach you the ability to kill devils, I only hope that one day you don't use it."

Yang Xiaotao got up abruptly, and looked at Mr. Yang with a solemn face.

However, Mr. Yang rolled up his sleeves and tucked in his belt. He was holding a wooden stick like a spear, and his appearance changed immediately.

With a serious expression, a murderous aura hovered around him, making people look as cold as a stone, without emotion.

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

"Grandpa walked on the battlefield once, and he can't do anything else, and he can't learn it. Just one move, thrusting!"

As he spoke, Mr. Yang lunged, lowered his waist, moved his left hand in front of his right hand, the wooden stick was slightly upturned, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

These movements seemed to go deep into his bones, without intentional adjustments, it was just like this.

"kill!"

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

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

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't blink just now, he really thought he didn't move just now.

Grandpa Yang stabbed the spear, then stood up slowly, his body gradually relaxed, and exhaled a foul breath.

Obviously, the moment just now was a bit strenuous

"Old, old."

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

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

"The center of gravity is lowered, don't pinch the right hand too tightly, rely on it to be flexible."

Mr. Yang pulled out a piece of firewood from the side, pointed at Yang Xiaotao's body, and corrected his posture.

"Yes, that's it."

"Don't move your feet, don't move your hands. Look at the timing and move your hands and feet together."

"Exercise your strength by relying on your waist. Don't lean your front body back, but lean forward."

While Mr. Yang was talking, Yang Xiaotao followed Mr. Yang's example and started stabbing.

"kill!"

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

"Speak up, aren't you full?"

Yang Xiaotao blushed and roared again.

"Kill~~"

"kill!"

"kill!"

There was a roar, and Yang Shitou, Yang Dazhuang and others who visited the door didn't think much of it when they saw it. They had also received advice from Mr. Yang, and even the militia in Yangjia Village would carry out regular training.

So while watching Yang Xiaotao practice, he also watched from the sidelines, giving advice from time to time.

After a while, there was someone opposite Yang Xiaotao, and Yang Shitou sparred with him with a wooden stick.

"You have to keep going as before when shooting a gun. Don't think about anything, especially don't think about the next move. The more you think about it, the slower the gun will be!"

Yang Shitou was obviously trained, and he performed well when he came up. When the two confronted each other, it was Yang Shitou who initiated the initiative.

"Don't back off!"

Grandpa Yang suddenly became strict, and Yang Xiaotao felt a pain in his calf and was hit by a stick.

Don't dare to move back.

"Fighting the bayonet means fighting with momentum. You have to go forward bravely, you have to meet on a narrow road, and you have the courage to stand up."

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

Yang Xiaotao nodded and kept it in his heart.

These are all experiences gained from fighting on the battlefield, concise and to the point, to the point.

Afterwards, Yang Xiaotao and Yang Shitou practiced for a while, while Mr. Yang beside him kept pointing and correcting, and his understanding and application of thrusting became more and more proficient.

"Xiaotao, your strength is extraordinary, so you should remember that you are not allowed to use your full strength unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Seven points with the gun, and three points with the hand."

"Your seven points are bigger than an ordinary person's full blow."

When Yang Xiaotao was sitting on the side resting, Grandpa Yang came over and said, obviously this is for Yang Xiaotao to have a small stove alone.

Maybe it's because of his good talent, maybe it's related to the military training in his previous life. After only practicing for an hour, the person who practiced with him changed from Yang Shitou to Yang Dazhuang.

Now Yang Shitou is not Yang Xiaotao's opponent at all, especially with Yang Xiaotao's seven-point attack and three-point flexibility, even Yang Dazhuang has difficulty facing him.

In the afternoon, Yang Dazhuang stopped doing it, and he didn't go looking for sins anymore.

In his words, Yang Xiaotao is a pervert, and he is better than a veteran who has been training for more than ten years in a short time. This talent, this strength, he can't accept it.

Even Grandpa Yang felt emotional when he saw it, there is no use for heroes.

Yang Xiaotao felt ashamed when he heard this. The future is the era of rifles, so isn’t the AK47 popular now?
Who will give you the chance to fight the bayonet with one stroke?
But Yang Xiaotao didn't dare to say it out, instead he practiced harder, thinking of it as strengthening his body.

On the evening of the fourth day of the lunar new year, Yang Xiaotao invited Yang Dazhuang, Yang Shitou and others to his home. They drank a bottle of Moutai and went home.

Yang Xiaotao fell asleep with longing for the future.

After a while, there were two snoring sounds in the room, one after another.

One night passed, and when he got up in the morning, Yang Xiaotao practiced stabbing in the yard according to Mr. Yang's instructions. This thing looks simple, but it is hard work, and he has to practice it every day.

Yang Xiaotao also feels that this kind of exercise is beneficial to the body, at least if he sweats every day, he will feel refreshed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but while my body is strong, I feel my mind is clear when I read a book.

And this feeling becomes stronger, just like counting money, it will be addictive.

After practicing the gun, Yang Xiaotao was about to go back to the house when he suddenly heard the sound of the system, but his spirit was shaken.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for mastering the battlefield fighting technique, stabbing."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for comprehending the primary thrusting skill. This skill is a non-system skill and cannot be upgraded with credits."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have mastered the skill, and you will be rewarded with 500 credits!"

"And this good thing?"

Yang Xiaotao confirmed that he read it correctly, and the column of credits has indeed increased by 500, which is close to [-].

Yang Xiaotao suddenly felt that it was one-sided and narrow-minded to only think about earning credits by reading books.

Living in this era, there are so many things to learn and to invent.

Use these things to change lives and change the world.

And isn't this the meaning of his coming here as a time traveler?
"It seems that as long as it can be learned, it may be recognized by the system, and there will only be more and more ways to increase credits in the future."

"Really, there is no end to learning!"

Yang Xiaotao thought to himself, at this moment, Mr. Yang had already gone out and returned.

I get old and sleep less, so I got up in the morning and walked around the village, and now I am preparing to cook.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaotao prepared to go to the firewood to help light the fire.

I came to the yard to smoke some wood, and then went to the shed to find some corncobs that started the fire.

But when he came to the shed, when he reached for it, he saw a pile of corn and froze on the spot again.

"This stick is different from the one in memory!"

(End of this chapter)