In the military academy of Qianyang County's military youth training class, the field was crowded with people. More than 200 youths stood upright.
Guo Qiyun was wearing a major's woolen military uniform and long riding boots. He shouted majestically,""Sweat more during normal times and bleed less during wartime. Do you understand?”
"Understood!"
Over two hundred people answered in unison, their voices extremely loud and clear.
Guo Qiyun nodded in satisfaction. He looked at a young man in the crowd. This person was Wang Yi, who had returned to the team after recovering from his injuries.
Wang Yi puffed out his chest and raised his head, looking straight ahead. The past few days of experience had caused his temperament to undergo a drastic change. There was a hint of calmness in his heroic spirit, making people unconsciously take a few more glances at him.
Actually, Wang Yi did not need to return to the military academy. However, he realized that although he had instilled basic combat and basic shooting, he had never experienced actual combat before, so he was extremely rusty when using them. This was like driving a car. Even an experienced driver would inevitably be rusty if he did not touch the steering wheel for a few years.
As for the clone soldiers, although they also had basic combat skills, they could not do anything to hurt Wang Yi. This would not be the purpose of sparring.
Also, as the commander of the military, the youth training class taught courses such as reconnaissance, spying, tracking, shooting, combat, communications, and even Japanese and English. These were all knowledge that Wang Yi urgently needed. Moreover, in the military school, he could learn the changes in the battle situation as well as the development of the surrounding situation. This was crucial for the future development of the base fortress.
"As a special agent, your enemies may be everyone around you. Although marksmanship is important, it is more practical to fight the enemy at a critical moment!”
"…Today, I will demonstrate to everyone the true killing technique, Red Knife Hand Rubbing.”
As soon as Guo Qiyun finished speaking, an old man wearing a mandarin robe walked up from the stage.
The old man looked to be in his sixties. His hair was already gray, but his footsteps were abnormally steady. After the old man swept his gaze across the crowd below the stage, he suddenly cupped his fists and bowed.
"This Red Saber Hand Rubbing is the foundation of hand rubbing. After several generations of hard work, it evolved to take people's lives. It never entangled itself with others and was regarded as an inner sect fist technique. It was never taught to outsiders…Now that the Japanese invaders have invaded China, the mountains and rivers have been destroyed. If we martial artists continue to treasure our own things, it will be a country that is not a country. How can we talk about China's martial arts? I hope that everyone can learn this technique and one day, kill the Japanese pirates with your own hands and restore the rivers and mountains. This old man…thank you!”With that, the old man cupped his fists again and bowed three times.
Looking at the old man on the stage, Wang Yi's heart was in turmoil. He knew the meaning behind the old man's words. This was not an ordinary fighting technique. It was a combination of the blood, sweat, and tears of many generations of martial arts masters. The fighting technique that was forged was worthy of being called Chinese martial arts.
It was a legendary forbidden technique that was so close to one's opponent that it could cause blood to flow within five steps. It was only passed on to men and not women. Even core disciples could not see a single move in their entire lives. This was the tradition of the Chinese martial arts.
And now, this old man had actually taught this saber technique to Wang Yi without holding back in front of everyone. How could Wang Yi not be moved by this spirit and boldness?
The old man was sometimes as agile as a rabbit, and sometimes as quiet as a virgin. Every move was like the mark of an old ape, and there was no way to find any clues. The two short knives in his hands were like two swimming fish, strange and unpredictable. Sometimes they were like hidden dragons entering the beach, and sometimes they were like sharp swords soaring into the sky. Every move and every move was crafty and abnormal, making it impossible to guard against.
Wang Yi's eyes were wide open. He wished that he could remember every move the old man made in his mind. Thanks to the foundation of basic combat, Wang Yi was able to see some clues about the old man's moves. This was like opening up a new world for Wang Yi, allowing him to see a higher mountain and a further path.
It would not be long before Wang Yi believed that as his fighting skills became more profound, he would be able to comprehend more things from this saber technique.
The old man demonstrated this set of saber techniques three times in a row. He suddenly stopped and stood with his saber hanging down. He was like a strong pine tree in the snowy peak, tall and lofty.
Wang Yi knew that the old man had already finished demonstrating his saber technique. Martial artists valued opportunities and would never deliberately pursue it. Three times was already the limit. There was a saying that secret techniques and ultimate skills were only taught to those who were fated.
How much one could comprehend depended entirely on one's own luck. This was how a master's cultivation depended on the individual.
Those who were fated would practice diligently and would naturally be able to master the moves and even reach the peak. Those who were not fated would only be able to master the moves in vain.
"This saber technique is called the Scarlet Saber because it requires blood to be drawn when it is used. When blood is drawn, it must kill! I hope that after you learn this saber technique, don't use it easily. I'll leave it to you!”
After the old man finished speaking, he bowed deeply again.
Since ancient times, the Celestial Empire had always used martial arts to break the law. If this saber technique fell into the hands of someone with ill intentions, there would be many more vengeful souls. Therefore, it was not without reason that the Celestial Empire had hidden the martial arts in its possession since ancient times.
"I will follow Master's instructions!"
The two hundred people on the field cupped their fists in salute and answered in a clear voice.
" I'm not your master. I'm just a dying man. I want to do my part for China and Chinese martial arts in my lifetime…"
After the old man finished speaking, two streams of hot tears flowed down from his turbid eyes.
Suddenly, the old man raised the dagger in his hand. His eyes widened as he shouted,"Today, I have sworn an oath with my blood as proof. When I draw my blade, I must see blood. When I see blood, I must kill!”
"Puff!"
The dagger cut the old man's neck, and blood spurted out, splattering five steps!
"Master! Hurry…save her!"
Guo Qiyun did not expect this. He never thought that the old man would commit suicide in front of everyone. This last lesson of the Red Knife became the swan song of his life.
The old man did not fall. He waved his hand gently to stop Guo Qiyun from rescuing him. He smiled slightly, and his pale face appeared unusually desolate. The setting sun shone beside him, drawing a long reflection. It was like a mountain, a towering mountain that would not fall!
Guo Qiyun faced the old man and knelt down on one knee. He bowed as a disciple and then shouted at the 200 people on the field,"From today onwards, this saber technique can only be used to kill the Japanese invaders. If anyone uses it in a private fight or performance, all the disciples present will be punished!”
"I will follow…Master's teachings. This saber technique only kills, not performs!”
Some people in the crowd were already crying. Thinking of their relatives who had died under the Japanese invaders 'butcher's knife, thinking of the old man's unyielding bones before his death, the seven-foot-tall man had long been unable to cry.
Wang Yi did not cry, but his grip on the knife tightened. It was so tight that he did not even notice his fingernails digging into his flesh.
……
"Reporting to Commander, the silver and gold bars obtained by the Wealth Gathering Bank and some jewelry have been converted into resource points. After deducting the 5000 points used to build the heavy factory, there are still 3865 points left.”
After the training ended, Wang Yi immediately activated the Commander's Mark and returned to the base fortress. The death of the old man seemed to have baptized him, and it was more like a heavy responsibility that fell on his shoulders.
"Our blood must be paid by his enemies!”
Wang Yi slammed his fist on the alloy table in the command room. Tears fell unconsciously. He did not know what he was sad about. He only felt a deep sense of helplessness from the old man's death. It was a heart-wrenching sadness.
" I don't care about the past, and I can't do anything about it. But now that I'm here, I have to change some things. The old man's blood and death today must not happen again. Start the production of the 'Tiger' tank immediately. I'm going to crush the Japanese into minced meat with a flood of steel!”
Wang Yi wiped the tears off his face and roared.
"I'm sorry, Commander. The Tiger Tank has exceeded its production limit.”the System Assistant replied.
"What is it? Limited number of years!"
Wang Yi was slightly stunned. He slapped his forehead and thought to himself that he was really too anxious. The German Tiger tanks would not be equipped until the year 2042. When he browsed the Iron Blood Forum, someone said that if the German army could equip Tiger tanks in large quantities in the year 2040, the Soviet Union would definitely lose.
"Then what kind of tanks can I produce now?”Wang Yi sighed and said helplessly.
A list of names and detailed information appeared on the screen of the command center.
Wang Yi looked closely and could not help but be furious.
"What the hell is this 'Unicorn' cannon? It's a toy from the time when the Russians fought Napoleon. It's even a front-loading cannon. It actually costs 10000 resource points to make one. This Mark I tank is an antique from World War I. It actually costs 30000 resource points to make one. I remember that this system is called Red Alert. It's not from the Empire era!”
" Reporting to Commander, the production of new mechanical weapons requires the unlocking of the technology center and the development of research and development. Also, the commander's level must be raised to level 3 before the technology center can be built. At the same time, raising the commander's level requires 300 points.”
The System Assistant replied calmly.
"F * ck his grandfather, resources, points…What I lack now is money!”
After Wang Yi completed the mining factory quest, he received 100 points. He had originally planned to upgrade his basic fighting technique to the advanced level so that he could better understand the Red Blade Hand Rubbing Technique. However, it seemed like he had to put it aside.
" Upgrade commander level!"
"You are now Commander Level 1. You need 100 points to level up to Commander Level 2. You have consumed 100 points. You are now Commander Level 2. [Commander's Mark has been upgraded. You can now teleport 50 soldiers to your side.]”
"The following are the abilities that a Level 2 commander can learn.”
"Eagle Eye requires night vision level 2. It can detect the situation within a 1-kilometer radius and determine the location. Requires 200 points."
"Build a training center, train the promoted soldiers, confer military ranks, and take command. Requires 200 points."
" Tactical Deduction. A simulation exercise based on the strength of both parties. 90% accuracy. Energy replenishment for 72 hours. Requires 500 points.”
"Master level fighting technique requires advanced level fighting technique, which is more effective than advanced level fighting technique. Requires 300 points."
"Proficient Shooting Skill. Requires Advanced Shooting Skill. Increases accuracy of moving objects by 20%. At the same time, marks the target. Requires 300 points."
"F * ck!" Wang Yi grabbed his hair, his face contorted. These abilities were too useful to him, but he had no points to learn them.
"What mission can I complete now?”
Wang Yi said impatiently.
As the names of the quests flashed on the huge fluorescent screen, Wang Yi was in complete despair.
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