Inoue Masao neatly disassembled the Mauser gun in front of him into parts, and placed them neatly on the table according to length and size. Ma Xingkong looked at it blankly, holding the gun in one hand and the gun bolt in the other.
That was the only thing he could take apart from the rifle.
"A gun is a soldier's life and his best friend on the battlefield. If you don't even know your own gun, how can you become a good soldier?" Inoue Masao looked at the faces of every Chinese soldier and spat.
: "If you don't understand firearms, you don't understand the friends you rely on for survival. There is only one result on the battlefield, and that is death!"
After saying these words, he grabbed the parts on the table, assembled them completely in a few clicks, and aimed the gun at Ma Xingkong: "I can guarantee that the gun in my hand is the most reliable friend and can be fired completely.
, shoot all the enemies in front of you, can your gun be fired?"
"Bang!" A bullet grazed Ma Xingkong's cheek, knocking down a bird on the eaves in the distance. The bird's body slowly rolled down along the eaves until it fell to the ground.
Ma Xingkong didn't say a word. It was obvious that he lost. He lost in front of all the Chinese soldiers, and he lost miserably. His face turned red, he was breathing heavily, and he was full of confidence in the Japanese in front of him.
He was angry. Masao Inoue smiled slightly: "According to our agreement, listen to my order, everyone, put down your luggage immediately, go down to the bottom floor, and do a hundred push-ups!"
Among the Chinese soldiers, some slowly put down their luggage, turned around and walked down. Mu Yunchen sighed slightly, and also put down his luggage and walked away. Ma Xingkong stared at Masao Inoue. Inoue looked at Ma Xingkong
: "Aren't you convinced? If you think I'm not worthy of being your instructor, it's too late for you to leave now. If you choose to stay, immediately put down your weapons and follow them down here!"
"Just wait!" Ma Xingkong threw the gun in his hand on the table: "One day, I will kill you!"
A group of Chinese soldiers wearing light blue military uniforms were very eye-catching among the dark blue Japanese soldiers. They walked or ran slowly, walking or running, down the steps from the top of the mountain. This was the first time they had been encountered here.
Humiliation and blow. I don’t know how to get through the next days.
Mu Yunchen patted Ma Xingkong on the shoulder: "Brother, don't be angry. The Japanese are like that. They respect the strong. As long as you can do one thing better than them, they will respect you when they see you. If you compete
If you are bad, they will look down on you, even humiliate you, and beat you. This is normal. This is Japanese culture."
In the mud filled with puddles, a large group of Chinese officers were lying on the ground, sitting up and down. Their straight military uniforms were soaked with rain and sweat, and mud was splashed all over their faces and bodies. Ma Xing
Kong You was angry, his arms were strong, and the speed of rising and falling was very fast. With his usual martial arts training, these one hundred push-ups were not difficult for him at all.
A large group of Japanese soldiers gathered around them and pointed, some with faint smiles on their faces. Inoue Masao, holding a whip, gave those officers who had not exercised all year round a hard blow on the back, and then returned the blow.
You're welcome.
"Report! It's done!" Ma Xingkong was the first to stand up.
Inoue Masao turned around and looked at Ma Xingkong without even a drop of sweat. Inoue Masao's face darkened: "That's right! But I see you still have dissatisfied anger on your face, you! Run around the playground ten times!"
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The huge playground is the largest in the school. Basic training for lower grades is usually held here. There are zip lines, low walls, barbed wire, puddles, all kinds of training projects, and even a small shooting range.
It is enough to accommodate thousands of people practicing at the same time. To estimate, the entire playground covers an area of more than ten acres. One circle is at least two miles, and ten circles is twenty miles.
Ma Xingkong didn't make any rebuttal, glared at Masao Inoue again, and ran away with a quick stride, covered in mud and water. This was the time when the students were training, and some students were also practicing long-distance running on the playground. A Chinese joined,
There is no doubt that we have found a target for these Japanese.
In the first two laps, the Japanese left Ma Xingkong far behind. By the third lap, Ma Xingkong had already run into the middle of the Japanese. After five laps, Ma Xingkong took the lead and actually became the vanguard. Many people were racing.
The training Japanese soldiers and instructors all stopped and watched the Chinese man running around the grass field.
"Brother! Hold on, there are still three laps left!" Every time he ran in front of a Chinese officer, someone would cheer Ma Xingkong up. Ma Xingkong followed his father to hunt in the mountains since he was a child. He has good physical fitness and has learned some Baguazhang.
After that, I followed Li Shuwen for half a month and practiced breathing and breathing skills, which can be regarded as quite a success. Now that I use these, my physical strength is naturally much better than that of ordinary people.
Even so, after coming down from the mountain, doing a hundred push-ups, and running twenty miles, Ma Xingkong was a little overwhelmed. Now he still persists, all because of his unwillingness to admit defeat. Those who had followed Ma Xingkong before
The Japanese are now far behind him, and some have been trapped twice.
Only then did Inoue Masao really get to know Ma Xingkong, and began to admire this tenacious guy. Ma Xingkong panted heavily, holding his knees with both hands, sweat flowing down from his forehead, gathering at his chin, and dripping down.
On the ground, the Chinese officers were excited. They all gathered around and praised Ma Xingkong for finally earning some face for the Chinese.
"What's your name?" Inoue Masao asked Ma Xingkong with his hands behind his back.
A helpful person replied on Ma Xingkong's behalf: "His name is Ma Xingkong! How about it? We Chinese are no worse than you Japanese!"
Inoue Masao glanced at the man with disdain and looked at Ma Xingkong: "What's your name?"
"Remember it for me, my name is Ma Xingkong!" Ma Xingkong waited for Masao Inoue fiercely: "If you have any other tricks, just come! I will follow."
Masao Inoue nodded, turned to an officer and said, "Take them to arrange dormitories, and bring this Ma Xingkong to my office alone later!"
The Chinese officers who had just entered school were placed in a dormitory at the back of the first floor. This dormitory had not been occupied for a long time. It was full of spider webs and there was enough dust on the bed to cover the back of a finger. The Japanese officer would
They were brought here, gave a few random instructions, turned around, handed Ma Xingkong and left.
Climbing the disgusting hillside again. Inoue Masao was still waiting for Ma Xingkong at the place where they first met, with the same posture and the same face. Ma Xingkong also looked at him with an angry look. Inoue Masao walked around
Zhuo Ma Xingkong read it several times: "Among these Chinese people, you are the only one who looks like a soldier. From today on, I will train you more strictly. I hope you will be mentally prepared."
"Ha!" Ma Xingkong curled his lips.
Inoue said: "Don't look at me like that, I will let you know what life is worse than death!"