Rise From Eight Hundred

The old man's original name was Ma Yuantu. Because he had caused so much trouble, he changed his name to Han Gen more than ten years ago when he left his hometown.

To avoid trouble, Tang Dao and others still called him Uncle Han.

Tang Dao had never shown his cooking skills, but tonight he cooked by himself. The two fat hares were originally excellent ingredients, plus Tang Dao's cooking skills, the taste, not to mention Li Jiujin and his group of soldiers ate with oil in their mouths, even Tan Tai Mingyue and Madam Yue, who had always seldom touched meat, ate a few more bites.

Military regulations originally prohibited drinking, but in view of today's reorganization, many company soldiers were about to separate, so in the afternoon the regiment issued an order that, except for the guard troops, each person could have two taels of wine, and no more drinking was allowed.

Tang Dao's treat was naturally no exception. Everyone present, no matter how much alcohol they could drink, had to have two taels.

Although they could not drink freely, there was still an atmosphere.

During the banquet, we also learned that the father and son of the famous martial arts family Ma family are patriots, and Han Gen is actually not bad in this respect. Originally, he planned to say goodbye to his employer who rescued him in times of crisis and go to the northwest after escorting Yue Yiman and his son back to the concession.

However, before returning to his hometown, he planned to assassinate several Japanese generals who were important enough, which was also his sacrifice to commemorate his nephew who died on the front line.

I am afraid this is also the reason why he did not return home in the past time and space. Although Han Gen is a martial arts master, it is already the era of hot weapons. Just relying on boxing skills to enter the heavily guarded Japanese military camp to assassinate a general-level figure, the probability of death is much higher than the probability of success.

Even if it cannot be used for oneself, Tang Dao cannot watch such a master die in vain!

With the help of his nephew Ma Guangda who died in the Great Wall War, and Tang Dao's courtesy, Tang Dao finally persuaded Han Gen to stay in the Four Lines Regiment. According to Han Gen's intention of not wanting to show off, Tang Dao did not give him the title of the head coach of the Four Lines Regiment.

Instead, he took a different approach and gave him the title of the director of the "white-knife tactics" teaching and research department under the teaching team, which only had a name and had not yet been established. He did not have a military rank, but his salary was paid according to the level of battalion commander.

Perhaps it was because of his age. During this period of time, Han Gen, who was not married and had no children, liked Yue Yiman very much. He could stay with Yue Yiman and watch him grow up, and he could stay in the army to help avenge his nephew. Han Gen naturally had nothing to say. After a few glasses of wine, it was decided.

During the banquet, Li Jiujin, who was a little drunk after a few glasses of wine, was quite curious about one thing, that is, whether Han Gen was really that strong and could defeat Tang Dao in the fighting field.

Tang Dao had no time to stretch his muscles since he recovered from his illness, and he couldn't help it for a moment. He remembered that his instructor said that the boxing he learned, which combined the strengths of the two schools, was left by his great-great-grandfather before he left home. It was not too rounded. After more than ten years of polishing, Han Gen, who was originally the top master of the Ma family, would naturally become stronger.

In his previous life, Tang Dao also felt that his fighting had reached a bottleneck. If he did not encounter stronger opponents, it would be almost impossible to go to the next level. But in the army, even the instructor who taught him boxing was extremely difficult to suppress him.

At this point, Tang Dao felt that he was still a little bit worse than his previous life.

Perhaps, in this era, this great master of national martial arts can give him a chance to make a further step in this life.

Facing Tang Dao's invitation to fight, Han Gen looked around at the powerful officers of the Four Lines Regiment who were full of curiosity, and smiled and agreed.

He could sense Tang Dao's desire to become stronger, and he knew that if he showed off his skills in front of the arrogant soldiers of the Sihang Regiment, it would be much easier for him to travel and do things in the future.

The arena was set up in a farmyard in the town, and only a few people such as Lei Xiong, Leng Feng, Li Jiujin, Lao Hei, and Gu Xishui were qualified to watch the fight.

Tang Dao was still in military uniform, but he changed his leather boots into cloth shoes, and the old man took off his cotton-padded robe and changed into a set of tight clothes.

This was not the first time that the officers of the Sihang Regiment saw Tang Dao's crazy output. In the battle in front of the Sihang Warehouse, Tang Dao killed four Japanese invaders alone, which was amazing.

But after seeing Tang Dao's violent output in this battle, the officers realized that they still underestimated their commander, and Tang Dao was even stronger than before.

Tang Dao punched out, and even though they were four or five meters away, they could feel the sound of breaking wind. If that punch came at them, even a brave man like Leng Feng would think that he could only block it with his arms crossed. What's the point of blocking this punch?

As the saying goes, fists are like hammers and legs are like spears. Tang Dao's legs can no longer be called spears, or should be called tricky spears. A whip kick was clearly kicked at the opponent's right ribs, but unexpectedly, the calf seemed to be suddenly broken, and it kicked in the opposite direction at the moment when the opponent dodged.

The high-speed moving foot even kicked out a shrieking sound that made people's scalps numb. You can imagine what the consequences of being hit by his kick would be.

Even a brave man like Lei Xiong froze his eyes at that moment. As one of the few people who used to fight in the Imperial Guards, facing such a full-power output but terrifying Tang Dao, he probably couldn't survive the first wave of critical strikes.

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But Han Gen, who was invited by Tang Dao with all his strength, held on. He blocked the punches, and the dull sound of fists hitting flesh against flesh made it hard to believe that he was already a man in his sixties; he dodged the kicks, and his dodging skills of retreating and dodging were like a nimble monkey in the mountains. Tang Dao's heavy kicks that were strong enough to break a wooden stake as thick as a bowl and his tricky and unpredictable kicks that were so tricky that it was hard to keep up with all failed.

The first round of attacks was like this, the second round of attacks was like this, and the third round was still like this. Even though Tang Dao was young and strong, after three consecutive rounds of attacks, he was still sweating through his clothes, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

At this time, Han Gen started to attack. What was unbelievable was that the two men's attack methods were exactly the same. There were straight attacks, blows, and elbows, knees, etc. that were unpredictable, and even a sudden flick of the calf. The vicious kick to the crotch appears from time to time.

If Tang Dao hadn't reacted quickly enough and used his knee as a shield to receive the kick forcefully, the little brother might not have survived.

Seeing a group of warriors sweating coldly, Leng Feng, a cold guy, also secretly swore in his heart that he would never compete with the two men in front of him again. The difference in level didn't matter. The key was that he was afraid of being killed accidentally. After all, the Leng family still expects him, the only one, to continue the family line!

Perhaps it was because of the bright eyes of this young man like Gu Xishui, and with such a powerful martial arts master as his instructor, his fighting skills would be improved to a higher level, and he would have a better chance of killing more Japs to avenge Yaomei'er.

However, one thing they had to admit was that compared to Tang Dao, who seemed to be bleeding and dying with every punch, Han Gen, a master of Chinese martial arts, had an indescribable natural grace in the violent attack.

That punch seemed to have no fireworks at all, but it came later and landed right where Tang Dao was dodging sideways. In an attempt to avoid Tang Dao, who was recharging his power, he had to wave his arms to block. Every time he blocked, Every time, I couldn't help but take a step back, leaving thin footprints on the ground under my feet.

The two people's dazzling fight lasted for nearly three minutes.

Not to mention the treacherous fists and kicks exchanged by Bo Yun on both sides, just the amount of physical energy required to maintain the huge consumption was enough to make everyone stunned.

Hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield may last for several minutes or longer, but most of the time, the two sides go back and forth to find each other's weaknesses or take advantage of the opponent's psychological loopholes before striking, killing the opponent or It is the process of being killed by an opponent, which usually does not take more than 20 seconds, or even shorter.

But that can often consume most of a warrior's physical energy. Only those with extraordinary talents can kill several people in a row, but no one can fight continuously for a minute, and they have to take a few breaths in the middle. Take a breather.

Unlike these two, they were giving violent output throughout the whole process.

Needless to say, Tang Dao is a super perverted boss in his own right. He even performed on the battlefield by holding up a person's leg and using it as a stick to hit people. However, he is only in his 20s and is in the strongest period of human beings.

But Han Gen has already passed the peak of human body function. How can he have such abnormal physical strength?

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Han Gen punched the sole of the foot where Tang Dao had kicked him, and took a few steps back.

He waved his hands and took a few breaths: "No more fight, no more fight, you are such a monster, your physical strength is really long, if you continue to fight, the old man will make a fool of himself."

But Tang Dao on the opposite side didn't say a word, his chest heaved violently, and he didn't speak until ten seconds passed. His eyes were surprisingly bright: "As expected, Uncle Han is still more powerful. Tang Dao really benefited a lot from this battle. When I have some free time... Kong Tangdao will ask Uncle Han for advice."

"Captain Tang, your military salary is really not that easy to get." Han Gen had a wry smile on his face. "If we have this kind of competition a few more times, the old man's bones will probably fall apart."

"Sir, I think it's a tie between you two! Anyway, Lao Li really opened his eyes this time." Li Jijin was 'flattering' on the side.

Tang Dao glanced at him sideways, with a meaningful smile on his face: "It's better to have fun alone than to have fun with everyone. My incompetent subordinates can all command marksmanship, but this fighting skill can't be put on the stage. It's better to organize a group in the near future." For the officer fighting training class, can you please train for a while, Uncle Han, in your spare time in the evening, two hours a day?"

"But, I haven't taught a disciple for a long time. I just want to get a feel for it first, so I won't mislead the disciples." Han Gen said with a smile.

Watching Tang Dao and Han Gen walk out of the small courtyard, Lei Xiong and others gritted their teeth and surrounded Li Jiujin, who was still looking confused: "Old Li, you are in trouble."

"What did I say wrong just now?" Veteran Youzi cried sadly.

"As for Fei Teliang, the commander waited for a long time before he spoke. The old man took three breaths in total. You are so stupid and shamelessly said it was a draw. Sir, couldn't you drag us all into the water?" Lei Xiong replied angrily.

Li Jijin, who was flattering the horse, fled away.

That speed is even faster than on the battlefield.

Being trained by a martial arts master would only make you lose your skin, but being blackmailed by these guys would cost you money. Veteran Youzi saw a hint of 'greed' in their 'ferocious' eyes!