Wang Hong ended up practicing the practice of the big sword and the short sword.

While everyone was concentrating on watching him practice, Zhang Zhijiang's friends respectfully led him in, stood at the entrance of the garden, and followed Wang Hong's display.

Needless to say, the big knife was just a few ragged actions that left Zhu Guofu and Yan Naikang stunned.

The formalism that started with the eight-legged essays in the Ming Dynasty has been poisonous until now.

Martial arts have hardly thought of restoring the unity of practice and use before Youming.

Zhu Guofu wrote books mainly for practicality and put all kinds of real things in the book, but readers took them to see them, and it was full of routines.

Yan Naikang also has routine bayonet fucks.

When the two saw the way to run the mountain sword, this kind of country hand gesture with a strong smell, was in the past, but they had to despise it to the end.

But Wang Hong said that he used the trick of the Doctrine Warriors in the Northeast and was effective, which enabled them to remove formal prejudices and analyze them in their minds.

They are both experts, and in a moment, the two of them will have some opinions.

I am studious. There is no threshold, and the big soldiers sweat and practice well.

It's easy to use. Facing a bayonet, just rush to a certain distance, knock and swing, it's hard to buy a sound (a snap refers to knocking open the other party's gun bar and letting the other party's door open).

Maybe these two people thought that apart from being ugly, they would have to eat two more steamed buns, and there was nothing wrong with this knife technique.

Zhang Zhijiang couldn't see clearly, and only thought that the sword flower was very good, much more flexible than the Northwest Army's sword technique. Apart from that, I don't know where the good things are. He wondered if he suggested that Wang Hong add a few beautiful shelves in the middle and then continue to the next round?

Only Tang Hao was watching, he had already known the use of this sword technique. When he saw Wang Hong's demonstration, he had a direction to learn at once, so he stared at Wang Hong's footsteps and learned carefully.

When Wang Hong turned to the demonstration dagger, he ran up in the field with the bayonet brought from the northeast.

It's true that he is random. When facing experts, Wang Hong did not keep it. Anyway, this thing is not something you can do by looking at.

The original thick-bridge short sword was not a simple sword technique, but a secondary weapon in the combination of long and short. The short sword was drawn only when the long equipment was knocked out or was not suitable for use. It can even be said that most of the time in the Cold Soldier era, the sword was used as a secondary weapon. After so many generations of changes and the preservation of various experiences, it became an independent training system.

This time, Zhang Zhijiang finally saw various constellations, which made him feel a little intoxicated. However, Zhu Guofu, the only one who practiced swords and understood swords, smiled bitterly. The constellation was either a activate posture or a trick to attract attention.

After practicing for a few times, Wang Hong put away the bayonet and stood there talking about the Red Cherry Sprey Gun. There was no need to practice this thing. The farmers in Shandong were holding the Red Cherry Sprey Gun, all of whom were Huzha. They did not encounter bandits and thieves, but they could barely protect the village and the family. Everyone in the Republic of China knew about it.

He told the story of burying the Red Sakura in the snow in order to grab the box gun. Everyone couldn't help but smile when they heard that the Red Sakura was just to stab the horse in order to stab the horse, but they were also deeply impressed by the Red Sakura's weapon that simply defeated the short.

Zhang Zhijiang held the Japanese bayonet that killed countless people and said with emotion: "If the righteous man is like this, how could foreign enemies invade the country's country?"

"You bastards are not even as good as those of you who govern the country and fight wars."

A contemptuous and sarcastic voice came over.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Zhang Zhijiang's friend bent over and led someone over.

The man was thin and wore a black-framed crystal glasses, a bit gentle and inconspicuous.

But Zhang Zhijiang's friend introduced to the people present: "This is Mr. Wang Yaqiao." I saw Zhang Zhijiang, Tang Hao, Zhu Guofu, and Yan Naikang all stopped their expressions and settled there.

This scared Wang Hong. Is this man so famous?

The first thing Wang Yaqiao said to Wang Hong was: "Wang Hong, my anti-Japanese iron-blooded anti-traitor group will do some major things these days, and do it with me."

Wang Hong looked at Zhang Zhijiang. He really didn't understand who this person was? Why did he speak so loudly?

Zhang Zhijiang was so angry that he glared at Wang Yaqiao and called out: "Wang Hong is a teacher at my Central National Museum of War."

But apart from this sentence, he didn't dare to say a word.

Who is Wang Yaqiao?

Wang Hong really doesn't know.

This person did one thing in his life, assassination. In the history of the Republic of China, he was called "the king of assassination" and "the number one killer of the Republic of China". Anyway, no matter how he evaluates Wang Yaqiao, he can do it, a rogue, killer, demon, righteous man, extreme, he just did it.

Since Chang Kaishen attacked him all the way, there were only those he didn't want to kill, and there was no one he didn't dare to kill. Not to mention Zhang Zhijiang, the whole country has to count on all the powerful and powerful people who are not afraid of Wang Yaqiao. Even the three major players in Shanghai, Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin had to walk around the road quickly when they met Wang Yaqiao.

Later generations wrote: He killed the feudal remnants, the party and government officials, the Japanese devils, the corrupt officials, and the traitors were his side dishes. He waved his sword and raised his gun and killed him, and he killed him in a smooth and unrestrained manner. From Hefei to Shanghai, from Shanghai to Nanjing, from Nanjing to Wuhan, Fuzhou, Hong Kong, Nanning... In a nutshell, he flew from the sky and walked down from the earth. From high officials to the minions and crawlers, there was nothing he dared not kill.

When Chang Kaishen mentioned this person, his dentures became sore; if Dai Li heard that this person had appeared again, his first reaction was to check whether the doors and windows were closed properly. Wang Jingwei's ribbed bone was broken by the three words Wang Yaqiao.

His subordinates also said: This man does not believe in God and the country, has the idea of ​​equality, sympathizes with the working people, and denies all authority. In order to save people, he will lose all his money and spend all his money; if he hears a few compliments, he can also help him without any consequences. He is a spirited and messy hero...

When this messy hero stood in front of Wang Hong, Wang Hong was calm.

He didn't know Wang Yaqiao, nor did he pay attention to the majesty of this name. The ignorant ones were meaningless. Of course, even if he knew Wang Yaqiao, he wouldn't feel anything. The two of them were not fellow travelers.

Wang Yaqiao ignored Zhang Zhijiang and said to Wang Hong: "Brother, you have martial arts and dozens of Japanese lives under your command. I, Wang Yaqiao, admired it. But what can you do with these turtles when you are with them?"

Wang Hong hid in vain, and Wang Yaqiao's people had no choice but to be invited by Zhang Zhijiang, but Wang Yaqiao immediately received the news. He offered a million reward on his back, but he came to visit him in a big way. In front of Zhang Zhijiang, he invited Wang Hong to join his Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group.

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Chapter completed!