While others were still doing relaxation training, Xia Jie succeeded in getting Xiao Zao through smooth communication and his consistent mentality of "doing good things for free".
The so-called Xiaozao is actually just asking for some basic fighting concepts like Juntiquan. These are vital knowledge related to survival. Xia Jie originally planned to try to learn from Rezino when he was resting at night.
I wanted to learn from my husband, but considering that it would waste other people's rest time, Xia Jie kept thinking of finding another way.
If you don't bother others when it's unnecessary, you won't bother them.
This is his consistent way of doing things.
Just in time, the cold-faced trainer cleaned himself up and brought him up.
After exchanging positive and positive topics about hypnosis and brainwashing of human beings, the 'friendly' Petrov was willing to provide 'limited basic fighting guidance' to Xia Jie. The original words were 'if you are willing to conduct a brainwashing experiment with me'
, I can answer a few questions for you. Anyway, there are no fools coming to me for assessment now. I hope you don’t ask me some questions that can reflect your IQ, otherwise I will feed you waste to the dog...' and other cute words
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After a certain amount of communication, he found that the Mao version of Baldhead 47 did not seem to be a truly hard-hearted guy. It was just that his expressions might be a bit stiff and unnatural. Maybe he had killed too many people?
Of course, the premise is not to violate the rules set by the bald head.
This is the rule he summarized for getting along with Petrov.
So, he tentatively asked the first simple question that came to his mind.
Absolutely!
Sorry about the dogs, after all, they just had a meal, and they will starve to death in a short while anyway. They will be hungry for a few more days.
Every child who is willing to pick up a gun, put on that military uniform, shed blood in a battlefield filled with bullets, and speak of sacrifice and dedication is worthy of trust. You doubt them, just like you and your relatives.
Never.
They are not the same as you, because you are all one family, growing up on the same land, eating the same food, speaking the same language, shouting the same words to your mother..."
No matter which country we are in, there will always be a group of people. We may come from the same place, we may have the same loves and dislikes, or we may not have the same life experiences.
Leaving there, the muzzle and flames will be related to them from now on..."
My country and my compatriots have never let me down.
"Remember! The gun in their hands is their life! It is their only support on the battlefield!
"You doubt your soldiers, just as you doubt that the terrible Nazis will never be able to defeat your tiny motherland!
"If you can only use your bare hands, and you must know basic fighting skills, how can you defeat the enemy?"
We will fight to the death for the same country and the same nation. We regard our compatriots as relatives, which is the nation and the inheritance of blood and will.
"I'll kill the Germans with you if you don't deserve it! Let's see who can kill less!"
The thing outside his hand was not a gun toy that shot BB bullets or water bombs, but a weapon used to kill people.
Anger at the intruder.
"Well...Brother Vladivow, you are still very good at using that thing..."
It would be more perfect if the beauty's empty eyes were not directed at you.
After being silent for only a second, the fourteen silent prisoners suddenly exploded, like chili peppers that had surrendered in a frying pan. Everyone vented their cold emotions in a low voice with blushing faces.
"For them, no matter how dirty your hands are, you can still laugh and cry before you die..."
Shooting training was arranged by Peter Ni Gui under the renovated small playground on the west side.
"If no one wants to leave Novus to escape the future battlefield, they can't leave now! You promise! They will definitely be held accountable! Because they are still soldiers, they don't have the right to choose yet!
Peter Xiajie wrapped himself in a military green coat, withdrew his gaze from the excited crowd, and placed it on the political commissar behind him. He was willing to leave for a long time.
"...Hiss... When Taoists fight, it is not about knocking down and subduing the enemy. It is definitely a military fight. This is not about using all means to permanently eliminate the enemy in the war, regardless of any actions he commits.
, there should be only one purpose, this is not to kill his enemy, that is not the point of fighting.
"Asshole! Is he looking down on you?"
Maybe tomorrow, I will wipe out a living life with a rifle outside my watch.
"Before loading the bullet, rotate and pull the trigger to lock the bolt, then align the center of the gun with the target, and then pull the trigger to complete the firing."
Ni Gui:......
Looking at the prisoners with distorted expressions, Peter Shajie's face flashed with heat.
"You know each of them. You can't name any of them. You know the reason why they came there without saying anything. You understand, but you understand even more. When they see their own
When their compatriots died in the massacre, they felt angry and willing in their hearts. When these unarmed compatriots who spoke the same language as them were mercilessly killed by the cold muzzle of the gun, when these same unarmed compatriots were killed without their wives.
When the male soldiers used their strong bodies to hold anti-tank mines and resist the torrent of pitch-white steel for the motherland, the hatred in their hearts was enough to burn the entire world, and their madness made them want to drink the blood of the Germans.
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Mil, who relaxed a little and realized that the atmosphere was less anxious, thought about it for a while and asked a question that was quite Taoist again.
Peter Nigui:……
"Afraid of him, you and my mother are not his grandsons!"
"Boss, don't think you dare to hit him just because he's wearing a military uniform! Does he believe that you can punch his shit out?"
"..."
Something rarely seen in peacetime was given to him with such ease by others. Feeling the heavy weight of the watch, even though he had not made any unexpected preparations, Mir still felt at a loss.
At this moment, Mir is willing to immerse himself in the passionate patriotism of the people, and is willing to be a small and insignificant part of it, even if it is not my motherland.
Even if he stops breathing in the last second, he still has to abandon the gun in his hand. Only you can make him qualified to continue breathing!
"Trainer, what you want to know is, how to fight? You mean, the kind that can defeat the enemy and allow you to survive."
Listening to the curses, roars and restless sounds behind his eyes, his wife and man who were executed before the German army flashed behind his eyes, Skov Nigui wiped the moist corners of his eyes, and looked at the people behind his eyes affectionately.
Those angry faces.
The sullen Peter Xia Jie said calmly.
The hitting training and neurological training items that were originally geared toward boxers were all canceled and changed to military training.
"Use the environment, use other people, use everything he can't use, and then when he loses all the chips, he finds a knife and stabs his own abdomen cleanly. By the way, he should know where his abdomen is.
? Stab away diagonally from outside to outside and pull hard, and he will be freed very slowly. By the way, he remembers to take off his clothes first, because you are afraid that the stab will penetrate his clothes. The Germans are still very
If you hate people like him, you think he should be able to relieve the stress of life as a German dog."
"The Taoist motherland and the insignificant Stalinist leader are willing to give them a glorious opportunity. You hope they know how to cherish it. For idiots, they cannot be stupid, but every idiot has to pay the price for their stupidity.
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"What the hell, do you want to fight?"
"Fart! I'm going to touch his stinky butt that I wash only once in a hundred years?"
Feeling the murderous aura and tenderness boiling around him, and staring blankly at the shocking scene behind his eyes, Mil's blood began to boil.
As long as no one is alive, as long as no one can pick up a gun, as long as no one can breathe.
"It's my grandma's! Who touched my butt while I was in trouble? Should I let me touch it back quickly? Novrezno! Did he, the boss, touch it!?"
Unlike the others who were playing with their handguns freely, Vladimir put the gun casually under his shoulder. As if he saw some normal inmates, he frowned and hurried over.
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Before Peter Shajie finished his lecture with a warm face as usual, Ni Guichenrov took the next step, was silent for a while, and then whispered to everyone who was also silent.
"Having said that, who is my mother? Is she still a woman who pees while standing up? Fuck those German devils to death! Let these executioners have a taste of your power! Whoever leaves from there, I will look down on me for the rest of my life!
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"If you see it badly, show him again."
Skovrov's voice was a little less emotional.
The voice of Peter Xiajie in his ears still sounded cold and cold, as if he was owed four hundred yuan. Feeling the cold rifle in his hand, Mir once again realized that he was not in a peaceful and dangerous motherland.
Instead, they are struggling to survive in the smoke-filled seventh world war.
Although his wife and husband are dead, he still has no family, not enough relatives to count.
Amidst the suppressed anger of everyone, Skovni said quietly.
To be continued...