Liu Yonghe knew Zhao Chuanxin’s temperament.

This person is very lazy, he only has to stretch out his hands for food and open his mouth.

This man did not do his job properly. When he was in Lugang Town, he was idle all day long, and you could hardly see him on the school grounds.

Therefore, when Zhao Chuanxin came to Beishui Military Academy to train soldiers, although he felt uncomfortable, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin might not be better than him.

He is also proud in his heart. He is the best in literature and the second in martial arts. He even feels that he is no worse than Zhao Zhongyi, the chief coach of the insurance team.

The highlight of his life was not when he was the leader of the green forest in Hunchun, and he was given the title of "horse thief giant" by the Qing court. Instead, he regarded it as a shame.

The truly grand honor is that of the Loyalty Army. He led an army of 20,000 to 30,000 men and marched into Xingjing, Lienke Huairen, Kuandian, Fenghuangcheng and other towns. He dealt a powerful blow to the Russian army and was unparalleled for a time.
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After the Zhongyi Army was defeated and destroyed, he fled to Lugang Town for refuge.

He would never admit that the flame of pride had actually been extinguished after the defeat of the Loyalty Army.

The current rebels are just a few wisps of smoke rising after the flames are extinguished.

It was that kind of inner pride that made him refuse to completely copy the training methods of the Lugang Town Insurance Team, but instead trained according to his own understanding.

The result was repeated defeats.

When he came to the school grounds and saw Zhao Chuanxin carrying a thorn stick and beating the soldiers from time to time, he felt that this was inappropriate, but he did not intervene and just watched with cold eyes.

He wanted to defeat Zhao Chuanxin and then regain power in his own hands.

In fact, Liu Yonghe only saw Zhao Chuanxin’s side of beating people, but not the other side.

After he left, Zhao Chuanxin whipped a soldier on the back with a thorn stick.

Then he took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Here, take a cigarette and rest for a while."

The soldier's back was burning with smoke, but he accepted the cigarette with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a match, lit it for him, and took one himself.

Others were jealous: "Captain Zhao, give me one too."

Zhao Chuanxin squinted his eyes and said: "Only when you are beaten can you get a cigarette. What the hell, don't you owe it to me?"

After spending most of the day, the man had figured out Zhao Chuanxin's temperament, and said with a smile: "Captain Zhao, you see I'm as tired as a dog, why don't you give me one?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Ganfan, who was lying next to him and basking in the sun: "If you feel as tired as a dog, then you have really misunderstood. Dogs are not as tired as you."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally gave him one.

The man took the cigarette and said: "Oh, 'Blue Beauty' foreign cigarette, it smokes so well."

In the 29th year of Guangxu's reign, after Fengtian opened its commercial port, foreign cigarettes entered the market.

Many cigarettes do not have filters, and cigarettes can be smoked from both ends.

At that time, the common people did not recognize what this thing was and thought it was a plaything. They only thought it was strange, but there were only a few buyers.

After several years of development, many people became obsessed with this thing.

To say the least, it’s not a good thing.

But Chinese people have classified various tobaccos into different grades.

After training for a long time, many people felt bored. Seeing a few people gathered around Zhao Chuanxin, they all followed him to join in the fun.

"Captain Zhao, can you tell us more about the insurance team?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "The insurance team only does that. We fight for ten minutes on stage and practice for a few months off stage. It's nothing more than that. As long as you listen to me, I will keep you for dozens of days and you will become a fighting master.

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"Captain Zhao, how do you know you have become a master?"

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, stretched out his arms and gestured: "Look, if the masters have such a long progress bar, you are just a little bit like this now. I will evaluate your daily training results and tell you what has happened."

Which realm have you reached, so that you can intuitively understand your own skills?"

As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper and a background board, pasted the paper, drew a long strip, and then marked their progress in small characters.

He pointed at the progress bar and said: "Look, you are just here. Tonight, you may be able to make a finger-width of progress. By the time you get to the end of the progress bar, you will all be masters."

Ge Yunpeng looked a little frustrated: "Emma, ​​Captain Zhao, do you have to practice this until the end of the year?"

Zhao Chuanxin said carefully that it would not have the opposite effect.

The progress bar is to urge their progress, not to hinder it.

So he came up with another plan: "Let's do this, I'll tell you a story, and you won't think it's nothing."

Upon hearing that Zhao Chuanxin was about to tell another story, everyone got excited, stretched their necks, cocked their ears, and fell silent spontaneously.

Zhao Chuanxin held the flue between his arms: "The story I want to tell is called "Fight to Break the Sphere"..."

There is nothing better suited to the waste before us than the waste stream.

In order to conform to the characteristics of the times and avoid being too exaggerated, Zhao Chuanxin began to make magical changes.

Remove all the golden fingers and old grandfather.

Xiao Yan lost his ability to practice. He was first ignored by his family, despised by others, and his fiancée broke off the engagement. This part he changed was particularly long and the details were too detailed.

As a result, everyone around them breathed as thickly as an old cow, and their eyes began to turn red.

"Captain Zhao, this is too uncomfortable to hear!"

"That's right, it's so useless and so annoying!"

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had almost aroused their emotions, he changed his tone: "However, Xiao Yan is not convinced and unwilling to give in!

On a rainy night with thunder and lightning, he looked up to the sky and screamed - I have no control over my fate!

He began to practice forcefully and worked hard. Starting from a strand of fighting spirit as small as a hair, he practiced without sleep and food, and gradually expanded his fighting spirit to two hairs.

Although the progress is slow, he is not discouraged at all, just like your current training progress bar..."

From time to time, Zhao Chuanxin and the chicken thief would lift up the progress bar on the drawing board to make it easier for them to substitute.

He keenly noticed that these people looked at the progress bar more seriously.

Later in the story, the second episode of "Thirty years in Hexi, thirty years in Hedong, don't deceive young people into poverty" is poured out in one piece.

A group of old haters were fascinated by the exercises, magic weapons, etc. They even thought that the old sleeves in their hands were made of fighting spirit, and they unconsciously gestured in their hands, whining, scum, scum.

When it was mentioned that Xiao Yan was about to slap the clan in the face, Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking: "Okay, that's it for now. If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the explanation below."

I am Cao...

Not so broken!

"Captain Zhao, okay, please stop after you finish talking about how Xiao Yan can impress the family clan."

"That's right, it's just over the head."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, picked up the vitex tree, and said with his hands behind his back: "Want to hear the following? Well, have you seen the progress bar? Now practice hard for me. I think your progress bar has reached this point, so I will continue to tell you.

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As he said that, he casually clicked on a certain position on the progress bar.

This progress is a bit long...

Ge Yunpeng grimaced: "Captain Zhao, this is too long."

He sneered and said: "Xiao Yan is so useless, but he can still practice hair by hair. But you can't? If it were me, I would be able to practice to this level before going to bed tonight."

Seeing his firm expression, he was determined not to continue talking.

Everyone had no choice but to pick up their guns again and continue training.

However, the story of "Fights Break the Sphere" is still very effective.

These people were practicing how to pull the bolt and shoot. While practicing, they were arguing with each other and discussing the plot.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction, took out a pen and paper and continued to draw the next comic strip.

The story of "The Wandering Story of Little Bangzi" is very simple. Zhao Chuanxin doesn't even need to think about it deliberately, and the story can continue.

The main line is that Japan brutally oppressed and massacred the Korean people.

Around this main line, we can develop casually. Today, Xiaobangzi will suffer this calamity, and tomorrow, Xiaobangzi will go through that difficulty. Compared with Xiaobangzi, Tang Monk's pilgrimage to the West will be easier and more enjoyable.

After all, Xiaobangzi didn’t have an apprentice to slay demons for him. He had people carrying burdens to serve him wherever he went, and he didn’t have a white dragon horse as a mount. He relied on a pair of short legs to measure everywhere, from Seoul to the Qing Dynasty.<

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Zhao Chuanxin writes with great energy and paints very quickly.

At the beginning, it was just about the brutality of the Japanese army, but later it gradually started to include "private goods", talking about how the rebel army thought of the farmers on Jiandao and worked with them to resist the Japanese army, etc.

He even drew all the manuscripts for the next half month.

On the other hand, the newspapers compiled by Saito Kijiro and others are much more ridiculous.
To be continued...