One Hundred and Forty-Nine: The Correct Posture of Brushing Favor (7)

"What are those useless guys doing now?" Jiang Pengji turned her head and asked Xu Ke who had completely accepted the reality. 『』Ω novel

Xu Ke looked at the sky and said, "Just now I rushed with a heavy load on my back, and now I guess they are all resting in the school grounds."

In order to facilitate certain training programs, the farm simply set aside a piece of land for those servants to use as a training ground.

Qi Guanrang followed the two of them, and found that there were people lying or sitting all over the school grounds, and a dozen or so half-framed stones were put together in one place. He secretly calculated that the weight of this basket was about thirty catties. It is heavy, but if you are carrying a long-distance attack, people who have not been trained may not be able to bear the hardship, and the hemp rope of the bamboo basket will wear your shoulders, which is not something that can be healed in three or two days.

"Get up, one or two lie on the ground and pretend to be dead?" Jiang Pengji took down a wooden gun from the shelf beside the school grounds.

Hearing her voice, those people quickly got up from the ground and lined up neatly under Qi Guan Rang's astonished gaze.

"this?"

Qi Guan was puzzled, Xu Ke coughed slightly, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Lang once defeated all of them with one effort."

So, these people were so obedient when they heard Jiang Pengji's orders.

Qi Guanrang: "..."

It's completely inconceivable that such a small man can easily pick up a dozen big men and cast shadows on them.

"Then... what is he doing now?" Qi Guanrang really couldn't imagine that the other party was actually a person with both civil and military skills.

"Let's be a trainer for a while. After all, I bought it temporarily. Even if I train hard for a few days, it still doesn't look good."

Xu Ke's words are true, they are all wild people, even he, a half-ranger, can't compare with him, he has never learned how to use weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds. Now there is no instructor for teaching, only Lang Jun personally goes to teach.

Qi Guan Rang Silence... There is no coach, is this the reason why you are counting as a captain?

The area of ​​the school field is not very large, but it is enough for a hundred people to train, let alone the number of people is less than twenty at this time.

Jiang Pengji briefly demonstrated how to use a wooden spear, even though she had never learned it before, and the training she had received as a genetic warrior in her previous life allowed her to learn how to block, hold, stab, stab, stab, entangle, circle, and pounce on her own. Basic movements such as , clicking, and dialing make it extremely beautiful.

"...when your opponent blocks the thrust of the gun,

Flipping the wrist like this, the gun head will circle out in an arc at a faster speed, like this..." Jiang Pengji stabbed the nearest person with a spear, and the other party was so frightened that he subconsciously raised his hand to block with the body of the gun.

Unbiased, just blocking the gun head!

However, at this moment, under the attention of everyone, the tip of the gun actually drew an arc, clinging to the opponent's gun body and continuing to stab forward, it hit the opponent's left chest, right in the middle of the heart, although it did not touch the skin , it didn't hurt much, but the man still had the illusion that the tip of the gun had pierced his heart, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and the wooden gun in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

"This is the flexibility when attacking. If it is defending, the gun body can be bent properly and part of the strength can be removed, so it is both offensive and defensive."

"This is the advantage of the gun..." Jiang Pengji held up the wooden gun, and pointed at a group of people who looked dumbfounded, her tone suddenly raised, with a bit of murderous intent in it, "Everyone is standing there in a daze, what are you doing, find your own wooden gun Zhuang, practice one by one!"

There are more than 20 wooden stakes in the school yard, each of which is as high as a person, and wrapped in thick straw, it is not easy for a gun to penetrate.

"It's useless!"

Jiang Pengji looked at it for a while, then with a little dexterity, the wooden spear in her hand seemed to have eyes, and she plunged into the middle of the wooden post with an indomitable momentum, making a dull sound, as if hitting everyone's heart, the spear head was not cracked, All submerged in stakes!

Under the double attack of language and vision, those people who were still a bit sloppy instantly raised their nerves, one by one did not dare to be vague, and they all fought hard against the stake, recalling Jiang Pengji's previous narration of the essentials of each movement in their minds .

"Don't you know where the human heart grows? It's the stomach!" Jiang Pengji pulled out the wooden gun fixed on the wooden stake, and tapped one person's arm with the end of the gun, forcing the other person to raise it. "In the confrontation of life and death, opportunities are fleeting. If you can’t kill the enemy with one blow, you will be in more danger. Remember, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to yourself and your comrades in arms.”

Jiang Pengji came over one by one, and adjusted the postures of the guns and strength of several people, "The strength is not from the arms, but from stabilizing the lower body, mobilizing the strength of the half of the body, all in the arms, and a sudden blow. If only the arms are used, or Putting on airs, or training your arms to be useless."

"You don't need to make this gun look good, you just need to know how to use it to kill the enemy with one blow."

The wooden stakes prepared by Jiang Pengji were all unique, with marks on every deadly part.

After finishing speaking, she shot suddenly, and with a bang, the gun in one's hand flew away. The other person's face turned pale instantly, and his shoulders shivered.

"Go pick it up and continue practicing." Jiang Pengji said coldly.

The other party seemed to be pardoned, and ran a few steps to pick up the wooden spear that had been thrown flying. The part from the fingertips to the arm was faintly numb.

He already gripped the gun very hard, but when he was picked up by Jiang Pengji, he felt like he was head-to-head with the peak mountain. The mouth of the tiger was so numb that he couldn't feel his intuition. piece.

"It feels like Lan Ting is on the school grounds, and it seems to be a different person." Qi Guanrang was secretly startled, his eyes followed Jiang Pengji's movement, that person... unexpectedly had such a sharp side, different from the usual casual joking and joking, it made people laugh. Ren couldn't help but take it seriously, "I now understand why you would rather cheat that one than get a coach back."

Those who are led and those who are not are completely different.

"Ke thinks... I guess Langjun just doesn't want to face this group of people who make him angry."

Qi Guanrang: "..."

Sao Nian, a subordinate who is too honest is easy to be put on by the boss, understand?

Jiang Pengji threw away the wooden spear, inserted it into the weapon rack precisely, and said to the crowd, "Look at them and practice. If they don't practice well, no one will be able to rest. All the corps leaders are watching closely. It’s not good, you will be punished first!”

Qi Guanrang sighed and said, "Lan Ting will definitely be a great man in the future."

When Jiang Pengji came back, she happened to hear his emotion, and the smile on her face became brighter, "Thank you for your good words."

This farm is considered a blessed land with a radius of several miles, and it is also the wealthiest village. The tenants of each family are living a prosperous life. Who doesn't envy the ten miles and eight villages?

When other people's children are greedy for a little food, the children here are still playful and innocent.

"Ouch—" The children playing with their playmates ran so happily that they didn't notice that there was a wall of meat ahead.

"What's the matter, but it hurts from the fall?"

Just as the child was clutching his forehead with tears in his eyes, a mature man's voice of concern and concern came from his head. (To be continued.)