11 female warriors all stood up.

"Report to the principal, we are all willing to challenge the American journalists' bayonet skills!"

Female soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, and female soldiers who can be sent here to study, if they are not militia deputy captains, then they are battalion commanders, company commanders or platoon leaders of other combat units.

Because the first batch of students to be recruited, the headquarters wanted Chen Shanhe to teach tactics.

Since it is tactics, it means those who lead the troops in fighting, so basically those who come are the military chiefs who lead the troops in fighting.

The reason why he is a military chief, if he is at the regiment level or above, you can say that he relies on his commanding ability to play a more important role in this position.

But if you are the military chief of a battalion-level unit, a company-level unit or a platoon-level unit, if you can serve as the military chief, commanding ability is important, but individual combat capabilities are also indispensable. Otherwise, in the current combat environment,

Very easy to sacrifice.

Moreover, this is the military school run by the legendary Chen Shanhe, and all the friendly troops send top students. They are afraid that if they come here, they will lose the face of their own troops than others.

So under this situation, a mere American reporter actually wanted to compete with them in hand-to-hand combat.

If they didn't dare to come out to challenge, how could they have the dignity to be cadres of the Eighth Route Army?

You must know that the tradition of the Eighth Route Army is to fight with bayonets. Even if this is a helpless skill tree that was forced to be derived due to a serious lack of ammunition, the Eighth Route Army relies on this to gain a foothold.

Unexpectedly, Voss glanced at the female students who stood up and compared their heights: "No, no, no, I refuse, I refuse such a challenge.

These women are not even taller than my shoulders. Competing with them would make me feel like I was bullying a child!

If there is a competition, I challenge that female instructor. Her height is not bad, and since she can be an instructor, her fighting skills must be better than those of the students.

If you want to challenge, challenge the strong!"

Chen Shanhe was a little speechless. Since he wanted to try the feeling of being abused, there was no other way.

He looked at Gong Ruomei and said, "Junior sister, since he has made such a request, you just have to do it and compete with him.

Let our students see the heroic appearance of the fighting instructor!"

Gong Ruomei had no ink marks either, so she nodded, took two wooden guns, and threw one into the air.

Even though Gong Ruomei is relatively tall among women, standing opposite Voss, her head is still lowered.

If we just look at body shape, American reporter Voss has a long body, long legs, and long hands. This body type still has a great advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

However, Chen Shanhe was not worried about Gong Ruomei at all.

If long legs and arms were useful, Americans would not have suffered such a big loss when they first participated in the war with Japan and fought hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army.

Hand-to-hand combat with bayonets is a tradition in East Asia.

Gong Ruomei looked at her senior brother: "What will the fight be like?"

Then Voss saw the brother and sister openly discussing in front of him how they wanted to beat him.

Chen Shanhe didn't even have to think about it: "After all, we are guests, so we definitely can't get hurt, but we can still feel pain if we can't get hurt.

After all, if there was no pain, we would think we were cheating.

So since our American journalist friends don’t believe in our hand-to-hand combat capabilities, it would be good to let him feel the pain.”

Gong Ruomei nodded. She understood what her senior brother meant. She could not hurt the other person, but she also wanted to teach him a lesson.

The senior brother has always been generous to his own people, but he is very stingy towards the little devils. I don’t know how the American reporter in front of me offended the senior brother, but I still have to listen to what the senior brother said.

Moreover, the senior brother has said it, and he said it in front of the other party, to make the other party feel pain but not hurt. If she can't do this, then doesn't she, Gong Ruomei, lose face in front of her senior brother?

The large podium on the training ground was temporarily turned into a ring. Gong Ruomei was holding a wooden gun and stood opposite American reporter Voss, who was also holding a wooden gun.

Chen Shanhe stood in Taichung as the referee. He didn't talk nonsense, didn't have protective gear, and didn't have anything else to say to American reporter Voss.

Instead, she solemnly said to Gong Ruomei again: "Remember, the other person is a guest. It's okay to make him feel pain, but don't hurt the other person!"

The voice was so loud that everyone heard it.

This made Voss feel humiliated. Before he could express his dissatisfaction, he heard a start.

After hearing the start, Gong Ruomei did not move forward with a gun, but stood there waiting for the opponent to be ready and let him take the initiative to attack.

To be honest, just by looking at the opponent's gun-holding posture, you can tell that the opponent has never practiced stabbing skills.

In fact, Americans also practice pins and needles.

Especially after the defeat in the island war with Japan, they once had the soldiers undergo a hard training, but they were still crushed by the Japanese.

After being crushed many times, he changed his mind and used submachine guns to counter the Japanese trench stabbing tactics.

But Voss has never practiced. He is better at the cowboy's quick-draw gun competition.

But who told him to laugh at the opponent's hand-to-hand combat skills?

Moreover, he did not think that his size would cause him to suffer in hand-to-hand combat.

So after seeing Gong Ruomei waving gently, he rushed over like a wild bull. The wooden gun in his hand had lost its meaning of stabbing. He used it as a stick, and swept out the stick with great force and heavy blows.

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The press group watching below could already see that Voss on the stage was on the verge of an emotional explosion and had lost his mind.

Their hearts sank. To injure a female soldier as soon as they arrived at someone else's territory, even if it was a female instructor, would have a bad impact.

The most important thing is that it has a bad reputation.

People may not care whether these people here have a good impression of them, but if word spreads back to Europe, America and the West, they will beat up each other's female instructors as soon as they come here.

And it was done while out of control, which is a little bit unpleasant to say about it.

If it were only people from the United States, Britain, or the Soviet Union, then they would not be worried that the news would spread.

But this press group includes British, American, and Soviet journalists, so they have no way to control the spread of this news.

But it was obvious that they were overthinking it.

The female instructor on the stage, for some reason, dwarfed and reached the side of Voss who was opening and closing her arms.

Voss noticed it at that time, and it was too late to turn around. The other party poked him gently under the ribs, and a severe pain was instantly transmitted to his nerve center.

But fortunately, the other party only poked me lightly. The pain was severe and it went away quickly.

After the opponent poked him, he took two steps back, making Voss think that the opponent's strength was weak and that he was lucky enough to just poke his own pain point.

And I had just been poked so hard that I bent over in pain, which was really embarrassing.

So he roared and rushed forward again.

Unexpectedly, the other party simply threw away the wooden gun in his hand, ducked, ran forward, and slapped his chest directly, pushing him away.

Then, a group of foreign reporters watched in surprise as the tall and slender female instructor pushed the tall Voss down with just one hand and slid out several meters away.

"Oh, my god!"

"Is that true?"

George Manderson looked at himself, the military attaché accompanying the press corps, and asked.

The accompanying military attache almost covered his face and said: "The father of this female instructor was once one of the most capable fighters in the north of our country.

He might even be the most capable person in the north of our country at that time.

Of course, let's talk about hand-to-hand combat.

And this female instructor has been practicing hand-to-hand combat with her father since she was a child."
Chapter completed!