Chapter 11: Only Practicing One Move, Thrust!

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  Zhang Zhun nodded in satisfaction and walked up to Yang Zixuan's side, asking in a low voice: "And you?"

  Yang Zixuan gritted his teeth and replied: "I hate the government!"

  "why?"

  "It's just that the government and the imperial court don't care about our lives, and they've also taken over all of our land! Our family originally had thirty mu of land, but now we don't have any at all! I want to take back my own land!"

  Yang Junjie said: "Which of our families has land? If we had land, would we still be starving?"

  Others chimed in unison: "Exactly! If we had land, would we still be starving? We want land! We want to take back our own land!"

  "Good!"

  "Now, imagine your enemies standing right in front of you, and then strike out fiercely! Remember! Use all your might to unleash the anger that has been buried deep within your hearts!"

  Zhang Zhun shouted decisively.

  "Watch my moves!"

  "Follow me and learn every move!"

  "Listen to my command!"

  "Ready!"

  "Stab!"

  Eight people simultaneously thrust out their bamboo spears.

  "Left jab!"

  "Stab him!"

  "Strike now!"

  Zhang Zhun teaches assassination moves one by one.

  The PLA has condensed decades of assassination expertise, and Zhang naturally couldn't finish lecturing in just one morning. He could only teach some basic movements and then order them to practice repeatedly. The simpler the movement, the more practical it is, but the harder it is to master, the greater the effort required.

  Tiger Head and his fellow soldiers, obviously not too accustomed to such intense action, were soon drenched in sweat and panting. Malnourished and poorly clothed, their physical condition was far inferior to that of modern people. The bamboo spears they thrust out, from a strength perspective, indeed disappointed Zhang Zhun.

  Despite this, Zhang Zhun still enjoyed the process, as if he had returned to his early days in the army. That was indeed a happy time. Training new recruits who were confused and didn't know anything into fierce tigers on land and dragons at sea, that sense of accomplishment is self-evident.

  "Take a break!"

  Everyone has practiced enough, Zhang said with a nod.

  Their rest time was Zhang Zhun's performance time. He found a few shallow bays with fish, threw stones into the water, and then quickly stabbed down with his bamboo spear. One by one, big fish were caught in this way. Without ocean pollution or overfishing, the fish resources of the Yellow Sea were truly unprecedentedly rich, and he didn't have to worry about not having a harvest at all.

  In a sense, fishing is also a good way for him to recover. This body of his is not bad, better than the physical condition of his previous life, with thick limbs and a sturdy figure, but it will take time to fully utilize it as he wishes.

  In the eyes of eight "new recruits", Zhang Zhun's every move was simply magical. They used a scoop net and still had to rely on luck to get the fish in, never thinking that such agile fish could be pierced by a single shot and then easily lifted up. Every time they thought about it, they couldn't wait to become a "godly shooter" like Zhang Zhun.

  In a short while, Zhang Zhun completed the task. Eight people each had two large yellow croakers, with each weighing over five catties. After getting the fish, all eight of them looked exceptionally excited and unanimously expressed that after finishing their meal, they would immediately go to Hongshi Beach for intense practice.

  "Let's go!"

  Zhang nodded slightly.

  Eight people went with great enthusiasm.

  Zhang Zhun nodded thoughtfully and muttered to himself: "The child is teachable."

  Suddenly, he shook his bamboo spear and began to practice on his own.

  He wants his body to recover to its best state as soon as possible.

  In a chaotic world, military force is not omnipotent, but without it, absolutely cannot!

  Training is over, Zhang Zhun naturally can't lose himself. Anyway, there are many fish in the water, don't waste them. He casually caught three more big yellow croakers and walked back to Yangjia Village's shed area with a pleased smile on his face.

  Yang Yinghua had already witnessed Zhang Zhun's incredible skills, so there was nothing to be surprised about. She took the three fish and prepared lunch. In fact, the carp that Zhang Zhun caught last night hadn't even been eaten yet, and just this one fish would have been enough for them to eat for a whole day.

  "Then... let your dad decide and see which family to send it to?"

  Zhang said with a smile.

  Yang Yinghua really went to ask Yang Kaidi, and then according to her father's intention, sent the fish to the surrounding neighbors, receiving a burst of gratitude. She herself also felt very sweet in her heart, because the neighbors always linked her with Zhang Zhun together.

  Now the neighbors in Yangjiatun all think that Zhang Zhun is really a god of fishing, and the fish in the sea are obedient. As long as Zhang Zhun makes a move, these fish will swim up obediently. With just one harpoon gun, he can catch nearly 100 fish every day. Isn't this the god of fishing?

  Yangjia Village, and even the entire Fushan Township, has never produced such a formidable person. In the past, when the Xiangxiang Sect came to this side, they would play tricks and pretend to be mysterious, but the military households did not receive any substantial benefits, and still had to pay incense money, so slowly they stopped believing.

  Only Zhang Zhun's fish is the real deal, and they can't help but believe it. The fish has been eaten into their bellies, even if someone with a skeptical spirit doesn't dare say that what you ate wasn't real fish? Unconsciously, Zhang Zhun has become the leader in everyone's minds. No wonder why the imperial court is so wary of these messy folk legends!

  At noon, it was still fish head soup, dried vegetable rice, and braised fish pieces. Hmm, there's also a pan-fried fish, which is leftover from last night. It's not that Yang Ying Wan doesn't want to steam it, the main reason is that the fish Zhang Zhun brought back are all very big, and steaming can't cook them through. Zhang Zhun isn't unwilling to get small fish either, the flavor of small fish steamed is better, but the splash of water from small fish isn't obvious, the target is small, in case it doesn't hit, it would be a waste of an opportunity.

  After lunch, Zhang Zhun arrived at Hongshitan and found that Yang Qiang, Yang Zhiyuan, Hao Linyong, Zou Mingjia and others were already waiting on the beach, each holding a sharp bamboo spear in their hands. They looked spirited and radiant.

  No more nonsense, let's get started right away.

  Eight people were just right, and the new recruits were about the same. Training them was really a piece of cake for Zhang Zhun, who had been an officer for eight years. He broke down the key points of assassination one by one, taught them, and let two people practice against each other to quickly strengthen their combat skills.

  Zhang Zhun thought for two days and decided to focus on assassination, intensifying it to every individual. Stabbing before, stabbing after, stabbing left, stabbing right, stabbing up, stabbing down, these are the most basic movements, even if a tiger is chasing from behind, they must be extremely proficient.

  In addition to the most basic movements, there are positive hand stabs, reverse hand stabs, jumping stabs, ground stabs, turning body stabs, rolling ground stabs, eagle stabs, cockroach stabs, frog jump stabs, and diving stabs... These movements were all studied by Zhang Zhun with his comrades when he was in the army. At that time, they mainly used triangular stabs.

  Although the firearms of tomorrow are diverse and powerful, they have not completely replaced cold weapons. In fact, the role of firearms is mainly reflected in artillery. Ordinary fire guns, strictly speaking, are not as practical as cold weapons. Even the extremely powerful three-eyed gun, after firing three shots, was used as a wolf-tooth club.

  Zhang Zhun currently has no way to get firearms, so he can only start with cold weapons. In fact, he doesn't even have many real cold weapons. Moreover, there are many types of cold weapons, such as knives, guns, swords, and spears, each requiring instruction. Since Zhang Zhun himself is not proficient in these weapons and it would be difficult for the others to learn, he decides to use only one type of weapon and teach only one killing technique.

  That's it:

  Pain!

  A sharp stab!

  No chopping, no smashing, only stabbing!

  In short, no matter what kind of enemy you encounter, stab them all!

  Long-range combat uses weapons such as bamboo spears, halberds and javelins that are good at piercing.

  Close combat uses triangular bayonet.

  For this, apart from the bamboo spears, Zhang Zu gave each person at least two three-edged stabs. These three-edged stabs were made of solid camphor wood, rhombus-shaped, with three blood grooves. After testing, the Ming army's armor and ordinary leather armor could not withstand the thrusting of the three-edged stabs. As long as the three-edged stab was stabbed into the enemy's body, even if the enemy did not die, they would immediately lose their combat effectiveness.

  No matter from which angle, the trident is a weapon that looks dull and unremarkable but is actually incredibly powerful. In modern warfare, soldiers' knives are required to have multiple functions such as cutting, but the trident, with only a simple piercing function, can no longer meet the demands of the times and has gradually exited the stage of history. However, in the Ming dynasty, in Zhang's hands, it perfectly played its role.

  Because Zhang Zhun needs it, which is its only function:

  Pierce!

  A bold and fearless thrust!

  From a purely piercing perspective, no weapon is more professional than the trident.

  Due to the extreme simplification of various killing techniques, all energy was spent on practicing assassination. The assassination level of the eight people improved extremely quickly. The spear's assassination practice was a bit dull, repeatedly repeating the twenty-four basic movements. However, the practice of the triangular thorn was much more interesting.

  The exercise of the three-pronged spear is entirely close combat. Although firearms have been invented, and battles begin with cannons firing first, followed by cavalry and infantry attacks in sequence, the Ming army has also mastered this method. However, in the vast majority of cases, melee combat remains the most common form of battle. The clash of steel on steel, the flash of swords and spears, the flying flesh and blood - only victory in such chaos is true victory.