Doom: Liver experience from hunting

Chapter 56 What counts as a win?

"boom!"

Another wooden dummy shattered.

Tang Wen calculated silently. After being promoted, he punched about a third faster than before.

Well, based on my current punching speed, if I catch the opportunity, such as catching the enemy's mistakes, I should be able to punch the opponent in actual combat.

Uh, no.

The enemy made a mistake, and it would be over with a knife or a stone, so why waste energy and punch the opponent?
He looked at the headless stake with deep eyes.

Boxing still needs to be practiced.

This is just getting started.

Wait until the "mastery level", maybe you will be able to actually fight.

After thirty punches, Tang Wen's physical strength and spirit were both exhausted.

However, he was able to consciously speed up his visualization, and his experience points increased a lot.

[Skill: Kaishan Cannon Fist, Beginner (45/1000)]

Back to the dormitory, fell asleep.

The next day, at five o'clock in the morning, he woke up.

Before getting up, practice Hunyuan Pile first.

Then get dressed and practice the Eight Parts Vajra Kung Fu.

At seven o'clock, I came to the square on time, and practiced quietly with everyone.

If it is an ordinary person, after practicing these three major exercises, don't do anything in the morning.

Eating, going back to the house, and cultivating the spirit are their only choices.

But for Tang Wen, this day's exercise has just begun.

It is worth mentioning that, apart from practicing Hunyuan Kungfu, which has relatively difficult movements, he practiced the other eight Vajra Kungfu and Earth Fire Stakes wearing a weight several hundred kilograms heavier.

So that every time in the square, when standing still, other people would push forward, trying not to let Tang Wen appear in their field of vision.

It's so shocking!
canteen.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Everyone didn't need to look back to know that it was Tang Wen.

In the morning, the imperial guards rubbed their hands and approached Tang Wen with sticks.

"Hey, Tang Wen, we are welcome!"

"Just do it."

"To tell you the truth, those of our imperial guards who want to beat you, line up!"

"Haha."

Bang bang bang sounded.

Tang Wen held his breath and let the stick fall on him.

After dozens of thick wooden sticks were broken, the guards shook their sore wrists, cursed perverts, shook their heads and walked away.

There is no sense of accomplishment for beating people, so where can I go to reason.

[Hard Qigong, Mastery (490/1000)]

After practicing hard qigong, he put on double-layer scale armor and a weight-bearing jacket, and walked into the cafeteria.

After lunch, take a short break.

In the afternoon, Tang Wen came to the plum blossom pile early.

The plum blossom piles are different in height and size.

He jumped up and exercised his steps on it.

Fortunately, the plum blossom posts are metal copper posts. If they were made of wood, they would have to be replaced with new ones every day.

"huh, huh, huh"

Half an hour later, Tang Wen came down panting heavily. The weight was too heavy to move.

He took off five hundred catties of lead clothing.

Turn around and put on a [-]-jin lead jacket.

Immediately there was an illusion of lightness.

If you think you are doing it again, come again!

Another 10 minutes passed.

Come down to rest for a while, change into three hundred catties of lead clothing, then two hundred catties, one hundred catties, until you don't wear them at all.

He also has two pieces of scale armor and a pair of metal boots.

Added up, it also weighed three hundred catties.

But Tang Wen rushed to the plum blossom pile, walking like flying.

Relying on the extremely squeezing training method, the experience value of Wuhenbu rose the fastest.

In the evening, he went back to his house to practice Hunyuan Zhuang and Vajra Kung Fu. After dinner, he continued to stand in Zhuang. After late at night, he practiced Kaishan Paoquan.

A day full of schedule.

Every day, every day.

Zhou Bing's retreat time was much longer than Tang Wen expected.

On the seventh day, she still hadn't come back, Tang Wen finally couldn't bear it and was going to look for her.

As a result, Zhou Bing asked Mr. Xia to bring a message to Tang Wen.

After she left the customs, she was directly taken away by Zhao Tong to participate in actual combat.

"Just broke through, how can I directly participate in actual combat?"

Tang Wen was a little dissatisfied.

For the first time in the afternoon, I didn't go to exercise.

Zhang Lin and several familiar guards came to see him, thinking that he was sick.

After being interrupted by them, Tang Wen gradually calmed down.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it should be so.

Zhou Bing broke through to the level of a martial artist, and then hid in the underground palace, it seems a bit unreasonable.

"Attention everyone, stop exercising in the afternoon and go to the warehouse to move things."

"Attention everyone, this afternoon."

Several guards shouted in the corridor and knocked on the doors of each room by the way.

"Move things?"

"Why did you move things all of a sudden?"

"No, are you moving into our camp, or moving out?"

Thinking that the camp is still in a state of war, everyone is inevitably worried.

The imperial guards led the way, and Tang Wen and Zhang Lin came to the warehouse door under the underground palace.

I saw that many guards were already busy, carrying bags of heavy objects and walking down from the ground.

"It's corn!"

Tang Tang moved his little nose, his eyes widened bigger than anyone else.

He muttered in his mouth, as if he was counting how many years he would be able to eat.

"Moving in from outside, it seems to have won the battle, at least it shouldn't have lost."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and began to help with great enthusiasm.

Tang Wen also came to the ground along the steps, and the cold wind blew, and he was full of energy.

"It's been a long time since I saw the sun!" Tang Wen stretched.

The people who came up from the ground were all in the same posture, embracing the sun with open arms.

Tang Wen smiled, regardless of how safe the underground is and how good the environment is, people still have to bask in the sun often, and they should live on the ground.

The place where they are located is a large yard full of grain trucks.

Seeing Tang Wen, the guards joked, "Here comes a capable person! Tang Wen, how many bags are you going to carry at a time?"

The burlap bags are larger than ordinary bags, and each bag weighs more than 100 catties.

Tang Wen looked at the environment, and suddenly pointed to the thick cloth on the ground and asked, "Is this sturdy?"

"Sturdy. It's rainproof. What, how many bags are you going to pack and carry?"

Tang Wen shook his head: "Since it is strong, I have a faster way. Come, Zhang Lin will help."

They found four people, two of them pulled the two corners of the rainproof cloth at the entrance of the underground palace on the ground, and threw the rainproof cloth down the steps, and two people in the underground palace also pulled the corners of the cloth.

The four of them pulled on the rainproof cloth tightly.

Using the height difference, a simple slide is ready.

Sliding the rice bag down the "cloth slide" is much faster than moving it down.

Commander Zhang saw it and praised: "Xiao Tang is smart, come on, the first team and the second team help pull the cloth. The third team and the fourth team are on the top. The remaining teams, let me go down to pick them up, and then go to the warehouse Move in."

Efficiency suddenly increased a bit.

Commander Zhang grabbed Tang Wen for a chat: "You boy is from an outer city. After the assessment next month, do you want to come back and manage the outer city with me?"

Tang Wen respected those who lost their arms on the battlefield and protected the camp: "If there is a chance, of course I would. But I am just an ordinary soldier, and I have to listen to our captain."

"That's easy to say, your captains should come here too!"

Tang Wen nodded again and again, and asked in a low voice, "Are we winning?"

"Hehe, what do you think is a win?" Commander Zhang said with a hint of a test.

What counts as winning?
Of course, the other party lost a lot, suffered heavy casualties, cede land and pay compensation, and begged for mercy on their knees.

But when he thought about it carefully, he realized that it was impossible.

The opponent can't fight, won't he run?

The Montenegro camp is a slavery camp, and the rulers above are mostly masters.

Masters are hard to kill, and if they can't beat them, they will run away. At worst, the camp will be abandoned.

Turn around and attack you every day, kill your people, and burn your camp, who can stand it?
So, in this brutal environment, how do you win?
Looking at Tang Wen, he fell into deep thought.

A glimmer of appreciation flashed in Commander Zhang's eyes, he didn't answer hastily, he said something about fighting and killing, his calmness surpassed [-]% of the people in the barracks.

After thinking about it for a while, Tang Wen raised his head after hundreds of carts of food had been moved halfway through, "I think the only way to win is to have fewer casualties, have resources to earn money, and be able to strengthen yourself!"

The appreciation in Commander Zhang's eyes turned into deep surprise: "Not bad! Not bad! You are very good."

He sighed in his heart: My boy, if he has this talent and insight, let alone lose an arm, he will die in battle this time, and there will be no regrets!

After moving the food, life in the underground palace is back on track.

Practicing martial arts became the only thing.

One month later, the assessment day arrived as scheduled.

(End of this chapter)