On the way back, Wang Hong probably told Li Chen, Gu Xiaoliang and others about killing Liu Baochang and Ma San.

The next day, it was still dawn, and Wang Hong took his young wife, who didn't want to stay at home, to Li Chen's house. The core members of the Volunteer Army in An City needed to hold a small meeting to review the gains and losses of the past two days of combat, and at the same time re-arrange future operations.

During the meeting, several students discussed the killing of Liu Baochang and Ma San.

Everyone here is very familiar with classmates, and no one takes it seriously, and they say anything. Some people think that Chinese people who are forced to do things by the Japanese have nothing to do, so just give it a lesson.

Wang Hong knew that everyone had no taboos in killing Japanese people, but it was the turn of killing Chinese people, and he couldn't do anything, so he convicted him of a simple view of right and wrong.

He couldn't explain the matter between Liu Baochang and the Zhao family thoroughly, so he said "hmm" and the matter passed.

These people did not regard Zhao Jingzhi as an outsider. When everyone sat together and talked, she sat behind Wang Hong.

When he heard everyone talking about his man, the sensitive Zhao Jingzhi immediately became dissatisfied.

After marriage, she hid in a small house. The only time she went out was to go to the boxing room, hiding beside her with a big scarf, and she didn't have any contact with anyone.

Today, she pestered Wang Hong and sat down for a while, and then she found that except for both of them, the people here could walk around freely and find work. Those who were looking for jobs and those who were doing business, and everyone only gathered together when they were in action.

It’s not like her and Wang Hong, they have to hide and dodge when they go out.

Besides, Wang Hong killed Liu Baochang and Ma San for no reason. They were both traitors. One was tortured to death by slandering the Zhao family, and the other, if you make a report, you can make a fortune from two streets of Chinese people. I don’t know how many people will be killed in the future.

Killing the Japanese is a good thing!

Killing a traitor is justice!

Shouldn't you be killed?

Zhao Jingzhi really married a chicken and followed the chicken, and married a dog and followed the dog.

She had never even killed a chicken, and had seen Wang Hong killing people twice. Seeing Wang Hong practice martial arts every day, she saw the life and death of the Japanese and traitors.

She remembered the guns from the student group when they started, and most of them were stolen by Wang Hong.

These dissatisfactions, coupled with the loss of being unable to return to her parents' home, collided with her special situation these days, and she immediately got into the horns.

She was unhappy, but she just sat there without saying anything, but she didn't get into it.

A lot of things happened to the Volunteers until evening.

When she got home in the evening, she tentatively tested Wang Hong's thoughts.

Wang Hong naturally had his own ideas about these things. He was influenced by his grandfather's style of martial arts and was full of revenge.

But now the Volunteer Army is becoming more and more formal, which makes Wang Hong realize that if he does not integrate into the Volunteer Army, he has to work alone.

Working alone may not be of any benefit. It is nothing more than finding opportunities to kill a few more Japanese people, but it can only make the Japanese catch themselves even more crazily.

The disadvantage of being in a group is being restrained, and the advantage is that you can better protect yourself and kill more Japanese people.

When Zhao Jingzhi sent out her thoughts in a complaint way.

The strong jealousy in the words made Wang Hong feel a little annoyed. Her words basically brought over the women's opinions on family matters.

But he could only comfort his wife: "They have never suffered any losses, so let them tell me to go. Now I don't know how to go back to Shandong. I will teach you martial arts first. When the road is open, I will go back to Shandong to take a look and then decide what to do."

The next day, Zhao Jingzhi accompanied him to teach him a knife for a day. As soon as she entered the house at night, she started boiling water.

Before going to bed, she felt that her bones were numb and broken, but she still hugged Wang Hong and said, "Wang Hong, give me a knife, I also want to learn martial arts."

"How can you learn?" Wang Hong was a little surprised. His mother didn't like him to dance with swords and guns.

"Well, I can follow you out after I know."

"It's safer at home, and it's easy to be seen by plainclothes outside."

"I am a new woman, not a foot-binding woman, I want to have something to do."

"What do you want to do?"

"Learn from the knife!"

Wang Hong didn't understand what logic this was, he was there.

"Tell me how you practiced in your childhood," Zhao Jingzhi asked curiously.

"I was in poor health when I was a child. At the beginning, I learned long fist to exercise my body. When my health was better, my grandfather said that I was suitable to practice his ancestral sword technique, so he taught me for a while and then came to teach me for a while every year. At the beginning, I learned simple things, which were repeated practices and tried with my grandfather repeatedly. Later, I learned everything, but it was basically the same as the martial arts that others practiced."

"Then why are you not afraid of death when you practice? Have you ever killed people when you learn?"

Wang Hongxiang remembered something and was unwilling to answer carefully, so he just said in a simple sentence: "I practiced courage when I was studying."

"I heard from my classmates that you have to squat in horse stance when practicing martial arts. Women learn ugly, so women don't let them learn, right?"

"If you can't stand even if you have your feet wrapped, how can you learn?"

"Then can I learn?"

"You are my big-footed daughter-in-law, of course you can learn it."

Zhao Jingzhi pounded him lightly: "Let me teach you tomorrow."

"Um".

"Tell me where is the best sword technique?" Wang Hong was a little confused about his young wife's thoughts. He was stunned for a moment, hugged her, who was soft and boneless, and learned from the tone he taught her, and said:

"Martial arts can be divided into many types. The Guazixing of the eight gates of the Jianghu Lake specifically refers to the martial arts industry. Here it is branches, la, poke, dot, and there are differences between sharp and fishy inside. The guards are called zhi, the bodyguards are called ra, the teachings are called s, and the arts are called dot.

Holding a real sword and a gun, those who fight desperately call themselves Jian Guazi, while those who are flirting with fists and embroidered legs are called Yan Guazi.

In addition to the hexagram and Zi, even the black and white paths must have martial arts.

There are two major gangsters: bandits and hooligans.

Bai Dao is the official yamen runners and the righteous sect in the martial arts world.

It is difficult to distinguish between good and bad gangs. There are good gangs and business gangs, and most of the others are in the underworld.

Among these businesses that require martial arts, the most powerful one at hand is the military formation martial arts.

My grandfather’s set of ancestral things were brought back by the ancestors of the Bian family from the military formation.

The military formation has simple martial arts. If you have courage, you will live with your life. What you pay attention to is to save your life in chaos and seek to live in death. Later, my grandfather and his family have been guarding the yamen's chores, and they have been relying on knife points for many generations, so until now, there is no way to spend time."

Wang Hong thought about what his grandfather said when he taught him, and emphasized:

"The military formation is really a battle against one's own life, and nothing else is considered.

Like the horse stance you mentioned, some martial arts are like the kind of martial arts that you stand in a certain way and start with the horse stance. I was young at that time, and my grandfather’s martial arts were not practiced in this way. When my bones were not grown, I just practiced the body skills. When I got older, I learned how to stand up and lively. The short sword valued the body skills, and I should make my waist and legs able to push the strength at any time. Following the martial arts practiced with horse stance is not something of the same idea.”

Zhao Jingzhi's eyes were filled with stars. If it weren't for her severe soreness, she would have wished she would have started learning now.

From the next day, Zhao Jingzhi began to learn sword skills with Wang Hong in the boxing room, but practiced the basic skills of short swords at home.

As the days passed day by day, Wang Hong also transferred the dark field to Jiudaogou, joined the boxing room of the Volunteer Army, and staggered the time to teach.

The An City Volunteers have more and more fighting styles, such as cutting off railway tracks, exploding trains, attacking car transport teams, and sneaking into small Japanese troops in the distance, with their flags becoming louder and louder.

However, Wang Hong almost did not participate in such small-scale operations, because the Volunteers had already had certain combat experience by this time, and Li Chen and his team divided the troops into small groups and took turns to participate in the war.

Most of the time, Wang Hong was only responsible for training the backbone of the Volunteer Army to practice bayonets, big swords, long spears, sneak attacks and attacks.
Chapter completed!