Zhong Hanrui heard Wang Molin's teasing voice, and he smiled and pointed his gray head, and then said with emotion: "The martial arts and medical skills of the Wanjia are indeed the treasures of our China, and even the part in my body that has accompanied me for decades.
He can reveal the old scars to me."
He reached out to caress the scar on his chest, and continued to say to himself: "This shrapnel is good in my body. It can make me think of the battlefield filled with smoke and the sacrifice in the rain of bullets.
Comrades in the army!”
When the old general said this, his face suddenly became solemn. A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes and said loudly: "Now many people say that technology is so advanced, why are we still working so hard in training soldiers? I told them at that time,
No matter how advanced the weapons and equipment are, they need to operate them. The outcome of a war depends on people in the end, not on weapons and equipment!”
He raised his thick arm and waved it hard, and continued, "If a soldier does not have a strong body and excellent skills, what will you use to kill the enemy? Without a strong body, you can't bear it no matter how good the weapons and equipment are.
No, how can such an army win a battle?"
Dean Wan heard the commander's heartfelt sigh, and he also said with emotion: "Yes, there are many such arguments. There are so many people in our college who have this idea. Once, we went to our college.
At the military seminar, these people put forward this view again. They believed that as long as they have advanced weapons and equipment, they could win a war, and there was no need to let the soldiers practice traditional fighting and combat skills."
"At that time, I patted the table and told them: It is people who decide the war, not weapons and equipment! We need to equip a modern army, and we need more advanced weapons and equipment, but a weak and energy-free army is equipped with it.
Advanced weapons, it will never win a war!”
When Zhong Hanrui heard Dean Wan's point of view, he raised his eyebrows with a majestic expression and said loudly: "Yes, these people can only talk about war on paper. They don't know what the real battlefield is. Lao Wan, if you want me to say, you should
Send these people who advocate these views to the real battlefield and let them see what it means to be a rain of bullets, gunfire and smoke, a soldier who cannot run or is inaccurate in his guns. I see how he survives on the battlefield!"
Dean Wan nodded and said, "Yes, I am a military academy for training professional soldiers and commanders. This kind of thinking is absolutely undesirable. Since last year, I have ordered all faculty and staff under the age of 40 to draw at least one out every year.
In the month, I went to the grassroots troops to participate in military training; all live-fire exercises organized by various military regions must be participated in. I must let them truly feel what the battlefield is like!”
He then sighed: "If you want to talk about military theory and professional knowledge, we doctoral and master's teachers do have a deep foundation. Like Wan Lin and others, these people are all treasures in our army. But these people are just rich
The theoretical knowledge and lack of practical experience are their shortcomings, and I must let them make up for this lesson."
Zhong Hanrui nodded and said, "Okay, your move is very good. We must let them make up for this shortcoming." He turned his head and looked at Li Dongsheng and Wan Lin and said, "Vice Minister Li, Wan Lin." He was listening intently.
Li Dongsheng and Wan Lin, who were discussing the two veteran generals, immediately straightened their bodies and stared at the commander and replied: "Come!"
Zhong Hanrui said loudly: "You are all soldiers fighting on the front line. You must record every battle you have experienced and hand over these practical information to Dean Wan. You must let his teachers and students understand it.
What is the real battlefield? Know how to kill enemies on the battlefield, so that they can truly understand what kind of soldiers they need most on the battlefield." "Yes!" Li Dongsheng and Wan Lin replied loudly.
Wang Molin, who had been sitting next to him and listened quietly, said, "Okay, Lao Zhong has a good idea!" He followed and looked at Li Dongsheng and Wan Lin and said, "You are all military commanders fighting on the front line, you are in the rain of bullets.
Every battle I experienced is a classic example of special battles and a rare lesson plan in the classroom.”
He then raised the teacup in front of him and took a sip, then pondered and said, "You must summarize the experience of each battle example for these theorists who have never been to the battlefield to study it carefully, and make sure they know that a soldier is
Without a strong body and excellent skill, it would be impossible to win on the battlefield." "Yes!" Li Dongsheng and Wan Lin replied with a serious expression.
Wang Molin followed the conversation and looked at Zhong Hanrui and Dean Wan and continued: "Now there are many people who think that our Chinese kung fu is no longer practical. The current martial arts are just tools for those scammers to perform and make money, and those magical ones
Martial arts are just a legend.”
He shook his head and said, "These people are ignorant. They don't know that we in China still have many people with superb martial arts! But these people never show off their martial arts, and look down on those who rely on them.
What martial arts masters are cheating?”
He turned his head to look at Zhong Hanrui and Wang Molin and continued, "Last time we had a meeting with the police, they told me a real case, which was about a magical old thief."
"Old thief?" Dean Wan and Zhong Hanrui asked Wang Molin with interest. Li Dongsheng and Wan Lin also looked at Wang Molin, and the faces of the people showed curious expressions.
Wang Molin replied: "Yes, it's a strange old thief who was arrested. At that time, the police station received a call from the police, and the director immediately took people to a villa in a high-end community. They blocked a female owner who was sitting honestly in it.
The thief in front of him." He then explained the situation in detail.
After the director brought his three subordinates into the villa, he immediately saw an old man in his sixties sitting honestly on the floor indoors. The old man was short and dressed simple, but his clothes were very neat.
She was sitting in the house with her head down with her face flushed and silent. The female owner stood in front of the old man with her eyebrows standing tall, and there were several security guards from the community standing around her.
The female homeowner saw the police coming in, and she grabbed the policeman's arm and shouted, "You guys are here, this is the thief. As soon as I came back from outside, I saw a stranger standing in the study and rummaging through my drawer.