The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 5 "Dog" Relying on People's Power
Yu Congrong had just experienced a shoulder fall, so he was naturally prepared and immediately hid his hands behind his back.

Grinning: "I can't catch it."

But then there was a flash in front of his eyes, his chest trembled slightly, and he was knocked out, knocking down three soldiers.

Xia Yuan, who had a stable figure, looked at the grinning Yu Congrong, cupped his hands and said, "How offending."

"Hiss~"

Yu Congrong grinned, only feeling his chest burning, this horizontal push caught him off guard.

"Convinced, convinced and convinced! As expected of someone who has practiced martial arts, I underestimated you before."

Yu Congrong stood up straight, cupped his hands awkwardly and said.

Uh ~
The soldiers of the Seventh Company sighed.

"Having practiced martial arts for more than ten years, it's no wonder that Yu Congrong is not your opponent. He is amazing. Such a seedling is somewhat buried in my artillery platoon, and he should follow Yu Congrong to fight the enemy!"

There was a bright light in Lei Gong's eyes, and he looked at Xia Yuan in surprise. No wonder Wu Qianli wanted him to join the company. With this skill, he would definitely not suffer a loss in bayonet fighting.

Although he was envious of this good seed, he knew better that such a person should be in the firepower platoon to play the greatest role.

Yu Congrong rubbed his chest, and leaned over with a very thick skin: "I just said how could you be a bitch, and teach me two tricks later."

The other soldiers of the Seventh Company looked at Yu Congrong with a smile on their faces.

Ping He remained silent, his eyes lingering on Xia Yuan for a little longer.

"Okay!" Xia Yuan nodded.

"Fart, I'm still waiting for him to teach us soldiers of the Seventh Company! You have to take him well!"

Wu Qianli glared at Yu Congrong, "Pinghe, take a few people with me to get the guns."

There are still many companies gathering outside. With such a big move to gather troops, there is no need to guess that a war is about to take place. Naturally, a lot of weapons and equipment are needed.

After Wu Qianli left, Yu Congrong asked cheerfully, "Xia Yuan, what boxing did you practice?"

Xia Yuan didn't hide it, "I practice Bajiquan, and my ancestors are the heirs of Bajiquan."

"The successor of Bajiquan, that's terrible!" A soldier poked his head and said.

"Go, go away."

Yu Congrong slapped the boy, and said: "No wonder you are so strong, Lei Gong, why don't you come and try?"

Lei Gong glanced at Xia Yuan, his hands were a little itchy, "Come on, I'll try too."

"Don't you?"

Xia Yuan still respects Lei Gong very much, and at the end of the movie, he still feels a little bit uneasy about Lei Gong's death.

"Mother-in-law, I'm still a martial artist, come and practice." Lei Gong glared at Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan smiled wryly, no matter how he likes to say this sentence.

Wu Qianli is worthy of being taught by Lei Gong.

He had no choice but to stand up and nod his head, standing on the same spot without missing a beat. He still looked at Lei Gong worriedly, "Platoon Leader Lei, you have no eyes in your fists and feet, be careful."

"Got it, come on!"

Lei Gong smiled.

"Platoon Leader Lei, come on!!"

"Xia Yuan, beat Lei platoon leader!"

"Who, who just said that?"

"Hahahahaha!"

The soldiers of the seventh company hurriedly gave them an open space, and the scene quickly became lively, and within a short while, there was a floor in and out.

Even people from other companies gathered around to watch the fun.

"Platoon Leader Lei, I'm here!"

As soon as the words fell, Xia Yuan stepped on his foot, and the two tendons on his thigh were like two springs. Once tightened and then flicked, the person shot out like a sharp arrow.

"It's so fierce, I'll just say it!"

Facing the menacing Xia Yuan, Platoon Leader Lei was startled, and hurriedly made countermeasures, but there were many loopholes.

Xia Yuan's eyes were sharp, he seized the loophole, made a machete and slashed down on the arm of the platoon leader Lei.

Lei Gong only felt a slight numbness in his arm. He is also a soldier who has fought on the battlefield for many years. Just at the moment Xia Yuan hit him, regardless of his arm being hit, he wanted to open his arms to hug Xia Yuan. He must rely on his own advantages to overwhelm Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan keenly caught Lei Gong's movement, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, dodged sideways, and landed a punch on Lei Gong's weakness.

Lei Gong only felt a numbness in his waist, and he fell to the ground.

"Assigned."

Xia Yuan stood up and cupped his hands, and after just two touches, he found out the details of Lei Gong. The opponent didn't use all his strength, and he didn't use Bajiquan, but just used the simplest way to deal with it.

Neither of them used their full strength, and the outcome was soon clear.

"Oh!!!!"

The crowd of soldiers burst into cheers.

This kind of battle is very clean and neat, without so many fancy moves.

But very ornamental.

Although Xia Yuan has never fought in actual combat, he has fought a lot in mock battles. He fought with his grandfather every day when he was a child, and was abused by his father every day when he grew up. He learned a lot of boxing and dodging footwork. What he learned was not acting. It's the real Bajiquan, which is a real killing technique.

It's just that the peaceful age is not as turbulent as before. Gradually, martial arts are simplified and become a routine. The real killing skills have been lost in the long river of history.

"Excellent, you are very slippery, I am not your opponent, Yu Congrong, such a good skill can play its greatest role in your fire platoon, but I want it too, are you interested in joining the artillery platoon?"

Lei Gong was supported by Xia Yuan to stand up and rubbed his waist.

Yu Congrong's eyes widened, and he couldn't do it: "That can't be done, the company commander said, let Xia Yuan join my fire platoon."

"I don't know who said not to come just now."

Someone in the crowd shouted indiscriminately.

Yu Congrong suddenly became anxious, staring at a pair of cowbell-sized eyes, "Who, whoever said not to come, I am in a hurry with whom."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Yu Congrong put his arms around Xia Yuan's precious lump, pointed at the people around him, and was extremely arrogant: "Who else is not convinced, come and come, come today and count one by one, Xia Yuan promises to obey what you made."

"You kid, don't you just rely on people's power?"

Wu Qianli and his men quickly came back with a few guns, and when he walked to Yu Congrong's side, he just kicked him.

Xia Yuan grinned and looked at this scene cheerfully. It was always different from what was presented in the movie. In the movie, they played roles.

In their own eyes, they are each alive.

Yu Congrong, who was kicked, scratched his head.

Wu Qianli turned his head to look at Xia Yuan, and patted him on the shoulder, "I guess there will be a war, are you afraid?"

Xia Yuan shook his head, "Don't be afraid, people who practice martial arts are not afraid."

Wu Qianli smiled: "That's fine, I didn't intend to let you go"

Halfway through the conversation, the noisy square fell silent for an instant, the crowd parted a road, and a military jeep drove over and stopped firmly in front of the Seventh Interlude Company.

After Wu Qianli turned his head, Yu Congrong quickly pulled Xia Yuan, "Come here."

Xia Yuan took a deep breath, stood next to Yu Congrong, his eyes fell on the figure sitting in the jeep, feeling a little excited inside.

Commander Song, commander and political commissar of the Ninth Corps of the Volunteer Army.A dark-skinned soldier, the years have carved grooves on his face, exuding majesty from the inside out.

"stand at attention!"

The neat steps made the ground tremble slightly.

Wu Qianli saluted, and shouted with the loudest voice: "Report to the commander, I am Wu Qianli, the commander of the seventh interspersed company!"

"I know you, the battle hero of our Ninth Corps. Your Seventh Company is very famous. It is called the Seventh Interlude Company. The party committee of the Corps originally wanted to award you a flag for the Seventh Company. I think it will have to wait until after the war."

"Yes!"

"salute!"

Xia Yuan's salute was not standard, but he also tried his best to raise his chest and arms, with his eyes burning.

Commander Song walked up to the stage meticulously and looked down at the young faces.

"Libi!"

The tidy voice made Xia Yuan feel a surge of enthusiasm, and he calmed down a little, with Commander Song's voice wafting in his ears.

He was thinking that if he traveled to this world, if he didn't do something in advance, he would be too sorry for his status as a time traveler.

(End of this chapter)