Chapter 17： fighting

After Ling Qianhu left, everyone hurried to the last wall of the playground.

There, a small hand-drawn wooden door has been opened.

After opening the wooden door, there was an aisle that accommodated two people in parallel, and they walked straight along the aisle for a thousand meters.

They arrived at Zhao Gao's thatched hut.

Fortunately, the thatched hut is divided into male and female sides, each side is about 200 square meters in size, and can accommodate thirty people at a time to solve the three emergencies together.

Although the place is not very big and the conditions are not very good, it is much better than nothing, isn't it?

A special point here is that the thing that wipes the **** is not good, very bad, bad review!

Here you can only hold small branches or leaves to wipe your buttocks.

After Zhao Gao went to the thatched hut, no matter how he walked, he felt that his **** and eyes were not right.

But there is no way, the conditions are like this, it is unacceptable, and you have to force yourself to accept it.

The only good news is that after the afternoon training, everyone can go to the river to wash up.

This is a fortune among misfortunes!

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After a two-hour break, at noon, after everyone lined up to eat, Ling Qianhu walked in before they had finished eating for 10 minutes.

Along with him came 10 military doctors.

You want to ask Zhao Gao how they knew?

Zhao Gao can only say that they are not blind.

These ten people are all relatively thin, with a wooden box with a sling on their shoulders.

And behind them, there are twenty or thirty soldiers, pushing two carriages in.

On each carriage, there are some bamboo boards and a dark jar.

As soon as these jars entered the playground, there was a pungent medicinal smell that permeated the entire playground.

As soon as the ten military doctors came in, they were at the gate of the playground and asked the soldiers to remove those black jars.

And they themselves took out a small bench and looked at Zhao Gao and the others.

"Don't look, come back to your senses, you have to do this afternoon's training!" Ling Qianhu's words drew everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at him, waiting for his next words.

"All training is for fighting."

"Only in real combat can you understand the skills of combat."

"And our training this afternoon is: Battle!"

"Now, starting from the last row, practice Black Stone Fist techniques in pairs with the people in front of you."

Hearing the words, everyone started to act.

As for Zhao Gao, he doesn't need to act at all, he is in the last row, he just needs to fight the person in front of him.

But when the person in front turned his head, Zhao Gao realized that it was the greasy middle-aged man Lan Lan, who was in the same dormitory with him.

"Alas! Brother Zhao Gao is actually behind me. I didn't even realize it. Brother, I'm sorry for being here." As soon as he turned his head, Lantian said familiarly.

"It's okay, I didn't notice you either!" Zhao Gao said honestly.

Blue Sky:…

"Haha, Brother Zhao Gao has a true temperament and is not pretentious." Lantian gave Zhao Gao a thumbs up embarrassedly, and said with a smile.

Zhao Gao: "It's alright, Ling Qianhu has already told us to start, there's nothing to do, let's start too!"

After he finished speaking, Zhao Gao clenched his fists and set up his posture, ready to meet Lantian's attack.

Seeing Zhao Gao's posture, Lantian became anxious, and waved his hands to quickly explain to Zhao Gao: "Brother Zhao Gao, brother, I'm too old to be able to stand a few punches from you, so brother, I ask you, I hope brother You are merciful."

Zhao Gao had been behind him for so long, and he could feel that kind of boxing style every day during training.

In addition, on the first day, Ling Qianhu gave Zhao Gao emergency help. How could he not understand the meaning of those words he said.

And what they can quickly improve their strength is nothing more than upgrading and adding points.

But he has also been upgraded to add points. He really can't figure it out. How many points does he need to add at a time to roll around in pain?

It was because of this that he thought about it last night, the first time Zhao Gao returned to the military account, to establish a good relationship, and then to get acquainted with it, so that he could inquire about Zhao Gao's secrets.

"Don't worry, I'm just a little younger than you, maybe not as good as you." Zhao Gao replied casually.

After that, he urged Lantian: "Let's start as soon as possible! They have already started, and we are still dawdling. When the time comes, Ling Qianhu will be blamed. I don't think you will want to see the situation on the first day. ?"

Hearing Zhao Gao's words, Lan Tian thought back to Ling Qianhu's figure who wanted to kill on the first day, and the fat on his face trembled.

He quickly answered Zhao Gao: "Brother is confused, Brother Zhao Gao, let's get started!"

Zhao Gao was taken aback: "???"

"Zhao Gao is full of question marks? This level can be upgraded quickly enough. I just paid back my brother, and now I am old?"

Quickly throwing these thoughts out of his mind, Zhao Gao waved at Lantian: "You attack! I will defend well."

Lan Lan: "Then, brother Zhao Gao, be careful."

As soon as Lantian's voice fell, he didn't give Zhao Gao time to answer, raised his fist, and ran towards Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao was stunned: "What are you trying to do, to raid yourself, to repair me?"

"Since you are not benevolent, don't blame me."

Zhao Gao originally planned to keep his hands secretly and put away some power, plus he himself did not control all of his physical power.

He was afraid that he would be beaten, but his behavior directly caused Zhao Gao to overthrow his previous thoughts. He was going to try his best to see what he could do.

Although he thought so much in his heart, in reality, it was only in a split second that Lan Tiandu took the second step, and he was still three meters away from Zhao Gaodu.

As soon as Zhao Gao focused his attention on Lantian, he discovered something strange.

He looked at the figure running in the blue sky, as if looking at a slow camera.

Every step of Lantian raised, took, and stepped down, the expression on his face, the fist that was ready to strike, the trajectory of his body coming towards him, all like slow pictures, displayed in front of Zhao Gao to his heart's content.

And more than that, Zhao Gao's brain, according to his own situation, and then using Lantian's punching movements and movement trajectories, have already deduced how Zhao Gao can resist and how to counterattack.

And there's more than one way.

The first one, when he came over, squeezed his wrist with his left hand and pulled down. When he lost his balance and fell down, his left knee kicked his face.

The second is to wait for him to come over, dodge his punches sideways, and kick his right foot with a horizontal whip on his kidney.

The third and fastest method is to run up and hit the whip.

Fourth, run up, directly hold his face, and smash the back of his head to the ground.

The fifth, dodging the punches and hitting his chin with his foot.

The sixth type: …

There are zero and zero kinds, and there are as many as a dozen methods.

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