Leng Feng and Li Jijin, who had just gotten up from the excitement, felt a chill in their vests.
Although the murderous intention was not aimed at them, the intuition cultivated from the battlefield could still make them feel the cold murderous intention, which showed how terrifying the old man named Han was.
Leng Feng endured the pain coming from his sternum and stared at the old man's back. As long as he dared to attack Tang Dao, he would still have to rush forward even if he was defeated.
Others may not know it clearly, but he, who has experienced it personally, knows it best. His legs seem to be faster than the other, but in fact, he has no intention of hurting the enemy at all, but only wants to protect himself.
From the moment the old man wrapped one hand around his wrist, he knew he couldn't win. The power of that hand was much greater than he imagined. He even suspected that the old man just let him kick out two kicks.
It's just a couple more tricks so it won't be too embarrassing.
And the last collision took a lot of force away, otherwise he would still be lying on the ground now.
This feeling of powerlessness, being completely suppressed by the opponent, has never been experienced before, even against Tang Dao. In other words, in Leng Feng's heart, the old man turned out to be a master who was even more terrifying than Tang Dao.
Li Jijin couldn't help but touch his waist. To deal with such a "violent person", his two brushes could only be used as brushes, so it would be safer to use a gun.
Niu Er kept holding the gun, but cold sweat flowed from his forehead involuntarily.
It's simple. Even though the old man had his back to them, he could hit such a big target without even aiming at his current shooting level.
But Niu Er had an extremely strange illusion. He could shoot, but the old man would not necessarily die. This was the first time that a sharpshooter could not guarantee the confidence of killing his opponent at a distance of less than ten meters.
Of course, more importantly, the old man was almost in a straight line with Tang Dao. Even if he really shot him, Niu Er had no way to guarantee that the bullet would not pass through the human body and hit Tang Dao opposite him.
He didn't dare to fire the rifle, let alone the mg34 machine gun in Heizi's hand. He was confident that he would shoot the scary old man into pieces with a single bullet, but that would probably have to be accompanied by the Tang knife.
Facing the old man who was about to explode, the four officers who were killing people on the battlefield were so nervous that their breathing almost stopped.
Four people faced one person, and they also had rifles and machine guns, but they were so nervous that they didn't move. If this scene was spread to the group, they would definitely laugh to death.
But no one found it funny. The old man in front of him definitely had such strength.
Perhaps, only Tang Dao, the instigator, was calm.
No matter what kind of reaction the old man had, at least he knew that he seemed to have guessed correctly by mistake. The old man surnamed Han must be inextricably related to his instructor.
"That's all, I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who remember the past and want the head of someone like me, Ma. But, no matter what, you are still a hero who kills Japanese soldiers. So what if I give you the head of someone like Ma?"
The old man stared at Tang Dao for a moment, his face full of sadness. "But before he died, Ma only asked Captain Tang for one thing. Don't let Master Yue know that I am dead, so he can say that I have something important to do and leave temporarily."
Now it was Tang Dao's turn to laugh and cry, "Why should I kill you, Uncle Han? I'm just asking if you know Ma Quanda. An old friend of mine told me about him. He also has such boxing skills."
"Is this why you have been testing me for so long?" The old man was stunned by Tang Dao's skillful operation.
Obviously, Tang Dao carefully planned to find such a secluded place and let his subordinates test it. In the old man's world, it is more in line with the plot of seeking revenge. More importantly, it also fits his personality.
If it wasn't to avoid his enemies, why would he be willing to hide his name as a servant for so many years with such superb skills?
"Otherwise?" Tang Dao spread his hands, but there was an indescribable excitement in his heart.
Because just when the old man surnamed Han was about to break up, he said, Ma, does that mean his real surname is Ma?
If that's the case, then he might be the instructor's ancestor.
The instructor's ancestor was a famous martial arts master in China, and the Northwest Army's famous "Eight Breaking Blades" came from his great-grandfather.
The Northwest Army was able to fight at the Great Wall, with a thousand against a thousand, using broadswords to kill the Japanese soldiers who were good at stabbing with their heads everywhere. This is closely related to the "Eight Breaking Blades" they practiced so hard. If it were replaced by any other army
, if an organized person uses a machete to fight the enemy, the result will definitely not be that wonderful.
For Tang Dao, after the Four Lines Regiment formed an army, the most troublesome thing for him was probably not the equipment of the Four Lines Regiment, but the hand-to-hand tactics of the officers and soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment.
Even though the Independent Battalion had suffered several bayonet-to-bayonet collisions with the Japanese army before and had not suffered any losses, most of those involved in hand-to-hand combat were veterans who had fought hundreds of battles for the rest of their lives. What was left after rounds of elimination, regardless of skill or skill.
Their willpower is much higher than that of ordinary soldiers.
If the current 2,000 soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment and the same number of Japanese troops were to engage in a hand-to-hand battle, I am afraid that most of them would lose. Strong men like Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, and Leng Feng were in the minority after all, and no matter how fierce they were, they would not be able to decide the entire battlefield.
Tang Dao urgently needs to improve the overall individual combat level of the Four Elements Regiment. Originally, Tang Dao could be the instructor, but as the leader of the regiment, he has too many affairs for the entire regiment, so he must have that time.
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The old man in front of him, who had strong individual combat ability, was the most suitable candidate. The relationship had to be forged no matter what, and the person had to stay. At that moment, Tang Dao had countless thoughts in his mind.
thoughts and decisions.
"Please rest assured, Uncle Han. What happened today is just that Tang Dao found out that Uncle Han is an expert. Since there are many secrets in the army, there cannot be any hidden dangers." Tang Dao took a deep breath and explained.
And waving his hands to a few nervous people not far away, indicating that they should not be nervous, Li Jijin released his hand that was already on the handle of the gun, and the two special forces also breathed a sigh of relief and took their hands off the trigger.
"As the leader of a regiment, Captain Tang should be so vigilant, but Ma Mou thought too much." Seeing Tang Dao say this, the old man's face showed relief. "It's just that Ma Mou asked himself that he has never shown any kung fu. I don't know.
Why does Captain Tang suspect Ma?"
"Haha, Ms. Dong can make her business so big, so why would she put Yue Yiman and her son in danger so hastily? Uncle Han is definitely an extraordinary person, and this is one of them." Tang Dao chuckled. "
Secondly, I said this is what my intuition told me, does Uncle Han believe it?"
The chief is here again! Li Jijin looked at the sky quite speechlessly.
Whenever there is something that cannot be explained, such as the mobilization of the Japanese army or even the distribution of Japanese troops, Tang Dao will be able to explain it in one word, but Tang Dao always attributes it to his intuition.
Damn it, this thing is omnipotent! It’s strange that the old man can believe it.
"I believe it!" The old man nodded. "My sixth sense also tells me that if it's a fighting arena, you can't beat me, but if it's a battlefield, I will die at your hands."
These two people were both playing tricks on each other, and they were quite right. Li Jijin decided to take back what he had just thought.
When will I be able to rely on my intuition to beat the old abacus, that will be so beautiful, I will win like a fool.
"What is the relationship between your old friend and Quanta?" The old man brought the topic back.
"My eldest brother and Ma Quangda met in the army and are as close as brothers. Even most of the Bajiquan techniques that Tang Dao learned came from him," Tang Dao said.
"No wonder you can tell the essence of my boxing skills. My nephew Quang Da received my guidance when he was young and learned my boxing skills. His martial arts are quite good. But I didn't expect that he died in the Great Wall four years ago, and I, my uncle, could not do anything about it.
It hurts me every time I think about revenge." The old man talked about the past with a trace of sadness on his face.
"Are you Master Ma's brother?" Tang Dao was surprised.
He never expected that he would actually meet this legendary person.
In terms of fame, Grandmaster Ma of Tang Dao is famous all over the world. He is proficient in Baji Phi, Liuhe Marksmanship, Tang Dao fighting methods, etc. He has made innovations on the basis of his predecessors, introduced Tongbei Boxing from the Central Plains area to the northwest, and established his own brand.
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His younger brother is also a martial arts master and once defeated hundreds of bandits with his bare hands. The two brothers served as the chief instructors of hand-to-hand tactics of the Northwest Army and edited the "Hand-Blade Tactics Tutorial".
His son Ma Guangda was good at swordsmanship and served as the captain of the Northwest Army Pistol Corps for a long time. During the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War, he served as the instructor of the 29th Army Sword Corps, but he died heroically in the Battle of Xifengkou.
However, Tang Dao's instructor once said that there was also a great uncle in their family who was the real number one master of the Ma family. He was obsessed with martial arts since he was a child. It was he who combined the fierce Bajiquan and the famously soft Taijiquan.
Integrate into one and form a new boxing technique.
However, because of an injustice on the road, he killed the son of a warlord, who used all kinds of connections to hunt him down. He had to hide his name and wander around the world in his prime, and did not return until the end of the war, which made his family always regret it.
Unexpectedly, Tang Dao met him here.
"If we just talk about his achievements in spreading Chinese martial arts, he can be regarded as a master, but he is much better than me in this regard." Hearing Tang Dao respect his younger brother so much, the old man showed a smile.
However, his words were filled with arrogance, which meant that if they were counted as national arts, they would not be counted.
However, judging from the skills he showed at this moment, it can be said that it is reasonable.
Although he had said that if it was just a purely competitive competition, Tang Dao would not be his opponent, but if it was a life and death fight without any scruples, then Tang Dao, who was proficient in various killing techniques, would most likely have the last laugh, but Tang Dao did not
He dare not make such an assertion. The martial arts masters he knows are all cruel and ruthless people, and their moves are fatal. They are so easy to deal with. They are not just showy decorations. Buttons, throats, waists, eyes, and crotch kicks are all.
Normalcy is good!
"That's because the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. It's almost impossible for the whole family to recognize each other. My eldest brother often hears Big Brother Quangda talking about you, saying that you are the number one master of their Ma family." Tang Dao laughed. "
No matter what, you can't leave today, for Brother Quanta."
"I am a guilty person, and the wanted order has not been withdrawn yet!" The old man smiled bitterly.
"You are Uncle Han, what does it have to do with the wanted order?" Tang Dao said.
The old man hadn't spoken yet, but Tang Dao pointed in the distance, "Look, those guys from Shitou are here. It looks like they've gained a lot. Let me show off my skills tonight and make spicy rabbit meat. I'll treat you to a drink, Uncle Han!"
In the distance, Shitou and Yue Yiman were running towards this side with a fat rabbit in their hands. Ximei was chasing behind with her short legs, and Erya and Zhuizi followed closely behind.
