1970s: Hot wife accompanies the army, cold-faced rough man is not easy to tease

Chapter 50: Massage
is that useful?
Of course there are.

No matter how distracted he was during practice, Gu Qingye would think about it over and over again when it was late at night and everyone was asleep.

What Lu Youyou talked about was very different from the current fighting techniques of the troops. It was impossible to judge the pros and cons without actual combat, but based on his experience, most of the changes were positive.

Some changes may seem insignificant, and Lu Youyou's actions have no offensive power at all, but he has tried them himself, and both the way they exert force and the striking effect are far beyond his expectations.

If all that Lu Youyou knew was inherited from her grandfather, the old man would undoubtedly be a great talent of the time. Unfortunately, the old man has passed away, so she can't ask him for advice in person.

The teaching process went smoothly, except that Gu Qingye would occasionally stop him halfway through because the physical contact had exceeded the limit and if he continued it would be embarrassing.

Gu Qingye's daily morning exercises have been changed to boxing practice. He first practices a set of Tai Chi or Wing Chun, and spends the rest of the time studying the new version of fighting techniques.

Through a window, the teacher in the room is still dreaming, while the students outside the wall are sweating profusely every day.

Of course, there is also a supervisor who is never absent.

Xiao Huihui seemed to be particularly interested in Gu Qingye's actions. It would get up whenever he got up, and then "monitor" his movements in a 360-degree all-round manner without any blind spots.

You know, Lu Youyou only hugged it before, but these days she either hugged Kuli's arm or put her arms around his waist. The two of them are very close to each other every day, which makes it so envious.

The coolie must have used some shameful means to win favor!

Xiao Huihui observed for many days and found that Gu Qingye did nothing special except getting up early to stretch his arms and kick his legs.

Is it useful to jump around the yard like this?
营区
After a routine training session, Gu Qingye did not let the team disband. He stood in front of the team like a javelin, his eyes scanning the queue.

Everyone who was targeted by him was nervous, afraid of being called out.

As everyone knows, Captain Gu of the Third Battalion is known as the Cold-Faced King of Hell. Whoever he calls out will be mercilessly punished.

The Third Battalion had four companies under its command, with a total of five hundred people. Not even one of them had a wandering look in their eyes. They all stood at attention with bated breath, waiting for the verdict of their fate.

"Yang Yuanfang and Li Cheng, step out, everyone else, disperse."

Yang Yuanfang is the company commander of the first company, and Li Cheng is the deputy company commander of the second company. They are both elite soldiers. How can the battalion commander's hammer really hit these two people?
No one was not surprised, and no one wanted to disband.

The team leader played a trick and did not leave the venue directly. Instead, he chose the longest route, almost circling the venue, for fear of missing any exciting scenes.

Hundreds of people moved in unison, all facing forward, their peripheral vision changing angles along the route. They were indeed the model battalion for three consecutive years, their coordination was incredible.

Yang Yuanfang and Li Cheng stood there with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, seemingly as still as a mountain, but in fact their minds were working frantically, starting from which foot they had left the house first in the morning, and sorting out where they had made mistakes bit by bit.

Yang Yuanfang: I don’t think I did anything.

Li Cheng: Me too.

Yang Yuanfang: Why don’t you think about it again?

Li Cheng: Get out!

As expected of an old comrade, he can communicate with his mind without opening his mouth.

The silent conversation between the two was soon interrupted and Gu Qingye walked forward.

"Let's fight with martial arts. Yang Yuanfang goes first."

Yang Yuanfang said in confusion: "Report to the battalion commander, who should I fight?"

Gu Qingye: "Me."

Before Yang Yuanfang could react, Li Cheng beside him couldn't hold it in any longer and clenched his back teeth, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

He dared to say that there was no one in the entire division who was willing to spar with their battalion commander.

No matter whether it is the fighting skills taught by the army, or some unconventional methods, or some people learn kung fu from elementary school, no matter what moves are used, you can't beat them.

Why did the battalion commander suddenly feel like sparring with someone today, and even brought Yang Yuanfang out? Yang Yuanfang had no choice but to go ahead.

He was not afraid of losing. After all, he could learn a lot every time he practiced with Gu Qingye. But it hurt, even if he avoided the vital parts.

However, Yang Yuanfang's tragic feeling turned into shock after ten seconds, and he had to be extremely careful in order to deal with Gu Qingye's seemingly ambiguous moves.

Li Cheng, who was watching the show, soon realized that something was wrong.

Why are the battalion commander's movements different from theirs?
Gu Qingye chose the two best fighters. To verify the effectiveness, he naturally had to fight with the masters.

A minute later, Yang Yuanfang lay on the ground panting, his hands and feet limp and powerless.

In the past, he could hold out for two minutes under the battalion commander's hands, but today he was chopped in half and couldn't last more than a minute. Moreover, the battalion commander seemed to be more relaxed than before.

Gu Qingye turned his head, and Li Cheng felt his scalp tingling. Is it his turn?
"Report to the battalion commander, I have a question."

Li Cheng mustered up the courage to speak, then he felt dizzy. The battalion commander seemed to smile?!

Gu Qingye: "I know what you want to ask, call first and then we'll talk."

Li Cheng: I feel bitter inside, but I dare not say it...(;_;)...

Yang Yuanfang counted silently, and when he counted to 59 seconds, fireworks went off in his heart. Great, Li Cheng is not as good as him!

There was another dead pig lying on the ground, and Gu Qingye had to re-evaluate.

This was at least 30% better than he expected.

It doesn't sound like much, but in a life-and-death crisis, a 30% increase in the winning rate means a higher probability that the enemy will die.

It is not the right time to be sentimental while standing on the training ground, but at this moment, it is hard for Gu Qingye not to think of Lu Youyou.

Who could believe that the reason for his 30% winning rate was that he had a nosebleed one day.

He remembered the picture album that Lu Youyou jokingly called the martial arts secret book. Unlike the printed version of the book given to the kitchen team, the notebook was full of traces of revisions.

It looked like a simple drawing made up of three or five lines, but he could fully imagine how much effort Lu Youyou put into it.

The first time he saw Lu Youyou when he came back, he noticed that she had lost weight, and the feeling became even more obvious when he practiced with her later.

Lu Youyou joked that she had muscles, but Gu Qingye now felt as if his heart was tightly wrapped by a pool of hot spring water.

"Today's events are confidential. Disband."

Gu Qingye turned and left. The two dead pigs looked at each other. The battalion commander didn’t keep his word. He promised to talk after the fight.
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Lu Youyou sat in front of the stove and had been hesitating for five minutes.

Do you want to give this can of Eucommia chicken soup to Gu Qingye?
Gu Qingye came home late today. As soon as he entered the yard, he met Lu Youyou's gaze. Her eyes followed him wherever he went.

Lu Youyou couldn't figure out what was going on and could only stare at the person.

There are no red bloodshot in his eyes, no boils on his face, no blisters at the corners of his mouth, and I haven't heard him say he has mouth ulcers or a swollen throat, so the nosebleed problem should be under control, right?

Lu Youyou cleared her throat and said, "Let me ask you something. Are you still getting angry recently?"

She didn't know how effective her teaching was, and she had stopped eating medicinal food for many days.

Gu Qingye had already smelled the aroma of chicken soup and said with a smile: "No, your method is very effective."

Lu Youyou was overjoyed: "Great! I was thinking that if boxing doesn't work, I'll have to use my massage technique!"

Gu Qingye suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. The massage technique sounded like it was going to cause a river of blood.

(End of this chapter)