Chapter 247 Fighting Spirit Turns Into Old Sleeve

Liu Yonghe knew Zhao Chuanxin's temperament.

This person is very lazy. He can only open his mouth when he has clothes to put out his hands for food.

This man did not do his job properly. When he was in Lugang Town, he was idle all day long, and you could hardly see him on the school grounds.

Therefore, when Zhao Chuanxin came to Beishui Military Academy to train soldiers, although he felt uncomfortable, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin might not do better than him.

He was also proud in his heart. He was the best in literature and the second in martial arts. He even felt that he was no worse than Zhao Zhongyi, the chief coach of the insurance team.

The highlight of his life was not when he was the leader of the green forest in Hunchun. Instead, he regarded the title of "horse thief giant" in the Qing court as a shame.

The real grand honor is the Zhongyi Army. He led 20,000 to 30,000 people and marched into Xingjing, including Huairen, Kuandian, Fenghuang City and other towns. He dealt a powerful blow to the Russian army and was unparalleled for a time.

After the Zhongyi Army was defeated and destroyed, he fled to Lugang Town for refuge.

He would never admit that the flame of pride had actually been extinguished after the defeat of the Loyalty Army.

The current rebels are just a few wisps of smoke rising after the flames are extinguished.

It was that kind of inner pride that made him refuse to completely copy the training methods of the Lugang Town Insurance Team, but instead trained according to his own understanding.

The result was repeated defeats.

When he came to the school grounds and saw Zhao Chuanxin carrying a thorn stick and beating the soldiers from time to time, he felt that this was inappropriate, but he did not intervene and just watched with cold eyes.

He wanted to defeat Zhao Chuanxin and then regain power in his own hands.

In fact, Liu Yonghe only saw the side of Zhao Chuanxin who was beating people, but not the other side.

After he left, Zhao Chuanxin slapped a soldier on the back with a thorn stick.

Then he took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Take one, let's take a rest."

The soldier's back was burning from the smoke, but he took the cigarette with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a match, lit it for him, and took one himself.

Others were jealous: "Captain Zhao, give me one too."

Zhao Chuanxin squinted his eyes and said, "Only when you are beaten can you get a cigarette. What the hell, you owe it to me, right?"

After spending most of the day, the man had figured out Zhao Chuanxin's temperament, and said with a smile: "Captain Zhao, you see I'm as tired as a dog, why don't you give me one?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Ganfan, who was lying down next to him and basking in the sun: "If you feel as tired as a dog, then you have really misunderstood. Dogs are not as tired as you."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally gave him one.

The man took the cigarette and said, "Oh, 'Blue Beauty' foreign cigarette, it smokes so well."

In the 29th year of Guangxu's reign, after Fengtian opened its commercial port, foreign cigarettes entered the market.

Many cigarettes do not have filters, and cigarettes can be smoked from both ends.

At that time, the people did not recognize what this thing was, and thought it was a plaything. They only thought it was strange, but there were only a few buyers.

After several years of development, many people became obsessed with this thing.

Speaking of which, it's not a good thing.

But Chinese people have classified various tobaccos into three, six or nine grades.

After training for a long time, many people felt bored. Seeing a few people gathered around Zhao Chuanxin, they all followed him to join in the fun.

"Captain Zhao, can you tell us more about the insurance team?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "The insurance team only does that. We fight for ten minutes on stage and practice for a few months off stage. It's nothing more than that. As long as you listen to me, I will keep you under my watch for dozens of days and you will become a fighting master. "

"Captain Zhao, how do you know you have become a master?"

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, stretched out his arms and gestured: "Look, if the masters have such a long progress bar, you are only a little bit like this now. I will evaluate your daily training results and tell you what has happened." Which realm have you reached, so that you can intuitively understand your own skills?"

As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper and a background board, pasted it on the paper, drew a long strip, and then marked their progress at this time in small characters.

He pointed at the progress bar and said, "Look, you're just here. Tonight, maybe you can make a finger's width of progress. By the time you get to the end of the progress bar, you will all be masters."

Ge Yunpeng looked a little frustrated: "Emma, ​​Captain Zhao, do you have to practice until the end of the year?"

Zhao Chuanxin was determined not to have the opposite effect.

The progress bar is there to urge their progress, not to hinder it.

So he came up with another plan: "Let's do this. I'll tell you a story, and you won't think it's nothing."

Upon hearing that Zhao Chuanxin was about to tell another story, everyone got excited, stretched their necks, cocked their ears, and fell silent spontaneously.

Zhao Chuanxin held the flue between his arms and said: "The story I want to tell is called "Fight to Break the Sphere"..."

There is nothing better suited to the waste before us than the waste stream.

In order to conform to the characteristics of the times and avoid being too exaggerated, Zhao Chuanxin began to make magical changes.

Get rid of the golden fingers and the old man.

Xiao Yan lost his ability to practice. He was first ignored by his family, despised by others, and his fiancée broke off the engagement. He changed this section to be particularly long and too detailed.

As a result, everyone around him breathed as thickly as an old cow, and their eyes began to turn red.

"Captain Zhao, this is too uncomfortable to hear!"

"That's right, it's so useless and so annoying!"

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had almost aroused their emotions, he changed his tone: "However, Xiao Yan is not convinced and unwilling to give in!

On a rainy night with thunder and lightning, he looked up to the sky and screamed - I can't control my fate!

He began to practice forcefully and worked hard. Starting from a strand of fighting spirit as small as a hair, he practiced without sleep and food, and gradually expanded the fighting spirit to two hairs.

Although the progress is slow, he is not discouraged at all, just like your current training progress bar..."

From time to time, Zhao Chuanxin and the chicken thieves would lift the progress bar on the drawing board to make it easier for them to substitute.

He keenly noticed that these people looked at the progress bar more seriously.

At the end of the story, the second part of the story, "Thirty years in Hexi, thirty years in Hedong, don't bully young people into poverty," was poured out one after another.

A group of old haters were fascinated by the skills, magic weapons, etc. They even thought that the old sleeves in their hands were made of fighting spirit, and they unconsciously made gestures in their hands, saying, "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

When it was mentioned that Xiao Yan was about to slap the clan in the face, Zhao Chuanxin finished his words: "Okay, that's it for now. If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the explanation below."

I am...

It's not like this!

"Captain Zhao, okay, please stop after you finish talking about how Xiao Yan can impress the family clan."

"That's right, I'm in high spirits."

However, Zhao Chuanxin stood up, picked up the vitex tree, and said with his hands behind his back: "Want to hear the following? Well, have you seen the progress bar? Now practice hard for me. I think your progress bar has reached this point, so I will continue to tell you. .”

As he spoke, he casually clicked on a certain position on the progress bar.

This progress is a bit long...

Ge Yunpeng grimaced: "Captain Zhao, this is too long."

He sneered and said: "Xiao Yan is so useless, but he can still practice hair by hair. Can't you? If it were me, I would be able to practice to this level before going to bed tonight."

Seeing his firm expression, he was determined not to continue talking.

Everyone had no choice but to pick up their guns again and continue training.

However, the story of "Fights Break the Sphere" is still very effective.

These people were practicing how to pull the bolt and shoot. While practicing, they were arguing with each other and discussing the plot.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction, took out a pen and paper and continued to draw the next comic strip.

The story of "The Wandering Story of Little Bangzi" is very simple. Zhao Chuanxin doesn't even need to think about it deliberately for the story to continue.

The main line is that Japan was brutal, oppressed and massacred the Korean people.

Around this main line, you can develop it casually. Today Xiaobangzi will suffer this disaster, tomorrow Xiaobangzi will go through that difficulty, and Monk Tang will go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. Compared with Xiaobangzi, it will be easier and more enjoyable.

After all, Xiaobangzi didn't have an apprentice to slay demons for him. He had people carrying burdens to serve him wherever he went, and he didn't have a white dragon horse as a mount. He relied on a pair of short legs to measure everywhere, from Seoul to the Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Chuanxin writes with great energy and paints very quickly.

At the beginning, it was just about the brutality of the Japanese army, but later it gradually started to include "private goods", talking about how the rebel army thought about the farmers in Jiandao and worked with them to resist the Japanese army, etc.

He even drew all the manuscripts for the next half month.

On the other hand, the newspapers compiled by Saito Kijiro and others were much more ridiculous.

The painter was quite talented, combining Eastern traditions with Western realistic styles to create patterns suitable for newspaper printing.

The problem is, the story is very poor.

The farmers on the island of Jiandao read "The Wandering Story of Little Stick" with great gusto, but they used the newspapers of Saito Kijiro and others to build walls.

The various conflicts on Jiandao were also spread, exposing the Japanese ambitions in front of all walks of life in the country, and incidentally also told the story of the rebels and Zhao Chuanxin.

Because the newspaper had just published it, the incident was still in the fermentation stage. In addition, there were rebellions in Qinzhou and Huanggang, so the incident in Jiandao was suppressed.

Therefore, no feedback has reached Zhao Chuanxin for the time being.

Zhao Chuanxin is still continuing to train the betrayal army.

That day, at 5:30 in the morning, Zhao Chuanxin was woken up by Cui Fenghua.

Cui Fenghua yawned loudly: "Captain Zhao, wake up, it's time for morning exercises."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up from the kang angrily: "Baga, you have a very bad conscience. Why did you wake me up so early?"

"..." Cui Fenghua said aggrievedly: "It was you who asked me to wake you up yesterday."

This made Zhao Chuanxin stunned. Did he say that?

Hey, people, just can't be too impulsive.

It must be that the story was told in such a bloody way that even I thought I had become the kind of loser protagonist who doesn't attract attention but can explode at any time.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin becomes a useless person, he will choose to lie down and there will be no such thing as rising up.

As he was getting dressed, he warned himself: Young man, don't get too involved in the drama.

The weather today is a bit gloomy, and God seems to be starting a big trick for the germination of all things.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished breakfast and went out, he saw thick smoke billowing into the sky in the distance.

That's when the farmers began to burn the land.

A year's plan begins with spring, and a day's plan begins with morning. They are sure of this.

Zhao Chuanxin blew the eagle bone whistle and summoned Mi Shan.

He got on his horse and ran towards the camp with the dry food.

A group of soldiers from the Backwater Army were also moving their arms and legs in great excitement, preparing for a morning jog.

Zhao Chuanxin did not dismount, holding a four-pronged leather whip that he had made himself.

He rubbed his face on the horse, cheered up, pulled his neck and shouted: "Young men, watch out, this whip will be very handsome!"

Saying,

"PIA~"

The whip cracked in the air.

This explosion made everyone tremble.

Captain Zhao is not a son of a man, so when did he get such a cruel whip again.

If this thing were thrown at someone, wouldn't it tear their flesh to pieces?

This time, no one yawned anymore, and everyone was in high spirits.

Ge Yunpeng, who was familiar with Zhao Chuanxin, shrank his neck and asked: "Captain Zhao, where is our progress bar?"

Zhao Chuanxin's hand copied it casually behind his back, and there was a piece of paper in his hand.

This method of obtaining things out of thin air is already familiar to everyone.

Zhao Chuanxin shook off the piece of paper and held the top of the paper to show them: "Here you are, do you see it? This is the result of your hard work. As long as you work hard, all of you will be Xiao Yan! On Dou Qi Continent, ah no , it’s on Earth, and you are the protagonists!”

Riding a horse, Zhao Chuanxin carried the paper and showed it in a circle.

Everyone saw that the progress bar had reached at least one-sixth of the way.

I couldn't help but get excited.

Has the training in just these few days reached this point?

It seems that the day when I become a master is not far away, it’s almost time to get slapped in the face!

In fact, it is not Zhao Chuanxin who has the final say as to where the progress bar will go. He goes wherever he goes.

Liu Yonghe was at the front of the team. He looked at it and shook his head, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin was too childish.

This is nothing!

He also heard about fighting spirit turning into a horse, fighting spirit turning into an old sleeve, fighting spirit turning into a continent, and so on.

This is complete nonsense.

What a bunch of fighting spirit, what a bastard!

Zhao Chuanxin cracked his whip again: "Run away!"

In the past, soldiers who carried out military training did not run during morning exercises.

But since Zhao Chuanxin took over, running has become the norm.

The physical fitness of these soldiers was very poor. After running a quarter of the daily distance of the insurance team, they complained incessantly and their steps were full of lead.

Zhao Chuanxin rode a tall horse and roared: "Run away, run away, not afraid of obstacles, just afraid that you want to surrender."

"Clear goals, perseverance, God rewards hard work!"

"Sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war!"

"Desire can enhance enthusiasm, and perseverance can smooth mountains!"

"Have confidence, you can definitely run to the finish line!"

"No matter whether others think you can do it or not, you must firmly believe that you can do it. Tell yourself every day that you are the king!"

"Wake up, wake up the beast in you!"

"The strong men of Dou Zong are so terrifying. You are almost at the end. It's really scary!"

Liu Yonghe, who was sweating profusely, was speechless.

There are tons of these fucking slutty words, and they don’t even get repeated.

Even after hearing this, he was able to generate some strength out of thin air.

Not to mention other people?

After reaching the end point.

Ge Yunpeng's head seemed to have been stung by ten thousand bees, and he couldn't move anymore.

When his blood pressure calmed down, he leaned on his knees and looked at the pale comrade next to him, and said confusedly: "It seems a little more relaxed than yesterday."

"Yes, Captain Zhao's words make me angry. I couldn't hear anything just now, but I can hear Captain Zhao's words."

After they finished running, Zhao Chuanxin moved forward on the progress bar again in front of them.

In fact, it is very short, but everyone feels a sense of upgrade after watching it.

Damn it, we are one step closer to becoming a powerful Douzong man!

After Ge Yunpeng took a deep breath, he said, "Captain Zhao, please tell us what's going on."

For the past two days, Zhao Chuanxin slapped him in the face and gave him sweet dates. When he couldn't practice anymore, he gave him chicken blood. When he was tired, he told stories.

Telling stories makes you feel less tired.

When he saw everyone looking at him eagerly, he clapped his hands, cleared his throat and said: "Before the formal training, I will say one more thing..."

As for sharing the joys and sorrows with the soldiers, I'm sorry, Captain Zhao can't do that.

He eats on the stove, and occasionally stuffs snacks into his mouth. He rides horses when others run, and others train him to sit.

In Liu Yonghe's opinion, this is not a qualified general.

Moreover, as a leader, he should be authoritative.

But Zhao Chuanxin, whether in Lugang Town or here, only mingled with the soldiers, laughing and joking, and no one was really afraid of him.

This is extremely inappropriate.

"The Wandering Story of Little Bangzi" had such a great influence on Jiandao that no matter what the little devils do now, they can't save the fact that their crotches are rolled up by yellow mud.

Therefore, Liu Yonghe speculated that in the near future, the little devils would stir up trouble and find an excuse to start a war.

It's not a war with the Qing army, it's a war with the rebel army.

In fact, as early as 1902, South Korea took advantage of Russia's occupation of Northeast China and sent people to the Yanbian area to carry out illegal expansion activities, organized private artillery teams, established barracks, attacked the Qing Dynasty soldiers, and also investigated the household registration and tax collection of settlers. Divide administrative regions, etc.

At that time, their posture seemed to have already taken the Yanbian area into their pocket.

A small-scale war broke out at that time.

But the current situation is different from that of the past. The Qing court has trained the Beiyang Army. Japan will have some scruples and try to avoid direct war with the Qing court.

But for the rebels, they probably don't have much to worry about.

Liu Yonghe felt that Zhao Chuanxin might destroy his seeds of betrayal.

Hope that won't be the case.

He sighed, saw that Zhao Chuanxin was messing around again, and left out of sight and out of mind.

…

Chen Zhaochang came to see Wu Luzhen again.

In the past, he was the one who summoned Wu Luzhen, but later on more and more times, he simply came to visit regardless of his identity.

Wu Luzhen looked helpless: "Sir, don't be anxious. Originally, the Japanese were going to start building the Tongjianfu Police Station, but when Zhao Chuanxin made such a fuss, they lost the opportunity."

Chen Zhaochang sighed: "It's not that I am in a hurry, it's that the Queen Mother is in a hurry."

Hearing him mention Cixi, Wu Luzhen smiled and changed the subject: "Have you ever read "The Wandering Story of Little Stick"?"

Chen Zhaochang was not happy: "The paintings are messy, insulting to elegance, and unsightly. How could I, together with those foolish men and women, look at such filthy works?"

"Master Chen is wrong. Those paintings are both educational and entertaining. I think if you want to convey something to the people, you have to learn from Zhao Chuanxin. Those paintings of his are more expensive than the ones we send thousands of people to spend every day. A hundred times stronger."

Chen Zhaochang has really never seen "The Wandering Story of Little Bangzi". He just heard that not only the young and old in Jiandao like to watch it, but it has also spread to the outside world, and many wealthy people have spent a lot of money to buy it.

A traditional literati like him would naturally not be able to accept things like comics.

"Hmm, maybe."

Seeing that he was still unconvinced, Wu Luzhen said with a smile: "Mr. Chen still doesn't know that the people of Jiandao have a tendency to be at odds with the Japanese. In fact, they began to feel that the rebel army was their savior. In addition, There are rumors outside that after a while, the rebels will show them free movies."

Chen Zhaochang was surprised: "How can those paintings have such an effect?"

"That's right. So I said let's not be anxious for now. It's the Japanese who should be anxious."

"No matter what, you first contact Zhao Chuanxin and ask him to get "Dadong and the Map" as soon as possible. Failure to do so will lead to failure. It is always right to prepare in advance."

There is indeed nothing wrong with this.

Wu Luzhen had no choice but to agree: "Okay, Mr. Chen, I will go find Zhao Chuanxin today. Hey, it's raining outside..."