lethal arsenal

Chapter 39 The Four-Eyed Dog King
The school field has been an important place for military training and martial arts since ancient times.

Since the King of England is on a tour, of course, it is impossible to just meet a little Lin Dong and make him an official.

In fact, the main purpose of the King of England's tour this time is to see the results of Ma Xinyi's military training.

Apart from the group of veterans assigned, some of them were recruited by Ma Xinyi himself. If the recruits and veterans were mixed together, whether there would be mistakes in the next meat grinder battles, Chen Yucheng, the commander of the first army, naturally wanted to take a look in person.

When Lin Dong rushed to the school grounds, what he saw was a completely new villager from Wakangshan, who could be regarded as the elite trained by Ma Xinyi.

And there is another small square team, which is on the left side, and everyone is equipped with muskets.

There are more than 100 muskets, and a hundred-year-old stiff can be smashed into a sieve.

"We can't configure the nine-into-ten serial shooting method. Learn and use it flexibly. Do you hear me clearly?"

"I repeat, the infantry listens to the trumpet, the middle soldiers advance, and stop when they ring the gold, and fire arrows once. The infantry advances again, and the gunmen fire for the second time, and the spearmen raise their fire. As for the end..."

Ma Xinyi talked endlessly about the methods of training soldiers.

At the same time, break up the contents of these few days of practice and tell them to a group of low-ranking military officers such as the two commanders at all levels, the pawn commander, and so on.

In the morning, Lin Dong also said, "You can go, and I can go.", "What's the matter with training!", "A real man must go out and do it alone."

Balabala and other thoughts suddenly turned off a lot.

Just the set of military theory taught by Ma Xinyi is not what he understands.

Ma Xinyi also passed the Juren in his early years, but not long after he passed the Juren, the chaos of the Yuanbu broke out.

At that time, he gritted his teeth and refused to take the Jinshi examination. He was bold, careful and courageous, and went straight back to sell his property, pulled out a team, defected to Zuogong, and obtained the status of a battalion general.

Courage and talent can be described as a hero of the moment.

If it weren't for the fact that the Hunan Army had too much internal strife, Ma Xinyi would not have been reduced to the end of the defeat.

Of course, it’s fine to just listen to these words, many of them are paid by Ma Xinyi himself.

Lin Dong silently calculated, the late Qing Dynasty is so big, the population should be hundreds of millions at least?

How many Juren can there be?
If the vacancy is filled, it will be the start of the county magistrate.

Lin Dong thinks about himself again, he is short and strong, he Ma Xinyi is certainly powerful in this era, but I am not a waste.

I have seen it, and the information I have experienced is not something he can understand.

Besides, as soon as Lin Dong thought about it—the affixes that were applied to his body to provide mysterious power.

"How can I not count myself as destiny?"

"People don't look down on themselves."

It was impossible for Lin Dong to be discouraged by Ma Xinyi's eye-catching performance. He found a tree and squatted down, watching the old horse practice soldiers, learning as much as he could learn.

"It's a good drill. It's marching in a certain way, the art of war is majestic, and orders are prohibited. Not bad, not bad, this level can be achieved in ten or so days."

Lin Dong didn't know when there was another person beside him. This person spoke with an extremely rough voice.

He flicked his head and hit the past with one glance.

The rough guy also turned his head.

Lin Dong inadvertently felt a slight tingle in his eyes—single eyelid tiger eyes, a fierce look, the main reason is that this person's body shape is like a black bear, with black skin and thick eyebrows, thick fingers and phalanges, his palm skills must be terrifying.

It's really a furbolg in human skin.

"Your Excellency is not like an ordinary person."

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows and said.

"You are not human, you are a knife."

The furbolg had a loud voice.

"What's your name?"

Lin Dong took the initiative to extend his hand to the furbolg. It is not very happy to shake hands these days.

However, people can understand the meaning.

"You are quite courageous."

The bear monster stretched out its big palm like a fan, and the two exerted their strength at the same time.

"My surname is Chen, and my name is Chen Decai, one of the Four Vajras under the King of England."

"Lin Yuanjue, one knife hand."

He began to struggle, Lin Dong's slap was thin compared to his fluttering hands.

Clenching the two palms together, Lin Dong began to exert strength, the affix of brute force took effect, and a steady stream of strength gushed out from his body.

His five fingers were like iron hooks, grasping Chen Decai's big hand, and veins exploded on his wrist.

As soon as he fought hard, Chen Decai blushed.

"You are so young, you are really energetic."

Chen Decai claimed to be the giant bear under the British throne, but he didn't expect that he was inferior to others in the best strength.

You should know that Chen Decai can break two jujube trees with a single fist, his skin is hard and thick, coupled with his huge strength, and his physique like a black bear, he made his name in the army.

Unexpectedly, it was no better than a child.

In the morning, I heard that Lan Chengchun suffered a loss and was sent to the hospital. Chen Decai was still laughing at his old friend, but unexpectedly, he would soon be replaced by himself.

"Compare with me, admit defeat, you are not ashamed!"

Lin Dong grinned.

"I can hold on for another 30 seconds, 30 seconds, if I can't hold on anymore, let go."

Chen Decai said stubbornly.

"really?"

Lin Dong said with a deep smile, and with a crackling sound, the bluestone bricks under Chen Decai's feet cracked inch by inch, his body tilted involuntarily, and a powerful force struck him.

"I surrender."

Chen Decai shouted hastily.

Only then did Lin Dong let go of his hand, and raised his lips: "It seems that you didn't last for 30 seconds."

"The four kings under the throne of England, a monkey, a bear, a tiger and a leopard, two of them were defeated by you, you are very brave."

Chen Decai praised.

When he spoke, his face was expressionless, and he forced Gramon. In fact, the palm with a stronger grip was behind his back at this moment, and the palm was red and soft.

At a certain moment just now, Chen Decai almost thought that his bones were about to be smashed to pieces by this thin young man. Although there was no sweat on his forehead, the clothes behind him were completely wet before he knew it.

"I heard the tiger is sick?"

Lin Dong asked.

"Correct."

Chen Decai nodded to Lin Dong.

"The leopard didn't come?"

Lin Dong frowned, and asked with a three-point ferocity.

Chen Decai took a deep look at Lin Dong and said, "There will be a chance, you will meet him."

……

On the other side of the campus.

Crackling, clapping his hands lightly to express encouragement, a young man in a black cloak walked slowly towards the shooting range.

"Fourth Lord!"

Ma Xinyi hooked his head, cupped his hands and shouted respectfully.

The Four-Eyed Dog King Chen Yucheng waved to Ma Xinyi, signaling him not to care about him.

Chen Yucheng looked unhappy at his steps, but in fact he had long legs, and each stride was extremely large. What's more, the distance between his feet was poor, which was more accurate than a caliper.

This is a manifestation of a certain degree of control over the body. When others see him, they are all shocked by his steps.

Zhang Wenxiang, who was standing sideways beside Ma Xinyi, practiced his kicks with legs, a pair of mandarin duck legs that poked his feet, bowed left and right, and kicked out in a row.

Wu Song killed Jiang Menshen drunk, using Yuhuan steps and mandarin duck feet.

Zhang Wenxiang claims to be half a master with one kick, but let him do it by himself. Zhang Wenxiang cannot walk, sit and lie down like this, and his steps are the same every time.

Looking up along the pair of strong thighs wrapped in black pants.

The person is both thin and long.

However, this kind of thinness is as lean as Lin Dong's, and the muscles on his body are streamlined, faintly visible.The joints of the five fingers are thick, and although the shoulders are not wide, but where one pokes it, it is a jade ruler hanging in the sky.

The face is like a crown jade, the eyes are like stars, and he is unparalleled in handsomeness!

The only pity was that there were two dark brown birthmarks on the lower eyelids of Chen Yucheng's eyes. Looking at it from a distance, it seemed that he had two extra eyes.

A cold murderous aura struck in an instant.

Zhang Wenxiang, who was peeping, suddenly felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.

"Your Taoist cultivation method has gained the fire, and you will have great achievements in the future."

King Ying said to Zhang Wenxiang with a half smile but not a smile, so he knew that this person was spying on him.

"What the hell?"

Ma Xinyi nudged Zhang Wenxiang with his elbow.

After all, Zhang Wenxiang has lost a bit of courage, and has never experienced some big scenes.

Although he used to be the lord of a village, in fact, his personality is a bit like a toad at the mouth of a well, and he is easily satisfied when he sees a small world.

"I can't be the king of England, but they are just superficial methods, but the king of England, his skills can be called good luck."

Zhang Wenxiang cupped his hands and said.

"Haha, you can talk. By the way, Gu Shan, do you have another brother?"

British King Chen Yucheng stroked the beard on his lips and asked.

If we say the blue and black tread pattern under the eye sockets is the first singularity.

Then, the beard of the King of England is the second singularity.

Strange person and strange appearance, his two beards look like a pair of long eyebrows growing on his mouth.

Four eyes and four eyebrows, born with magic.

"I'll call him over."

Zhang Wenxiang was the first to respond and took over the errand work.

(End of this chapter)