After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

When Chunsheng practiced the fighting techniques for the third time, not only Zhang Junwu and Zhao Yongjie felt something was off, but even Huang Quangang, who was teaching him, felt that something seemed amiss.

So he immediately stopped, looked at the wooden training gun in Chunsheng's hand, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Chunsheng, stop practicing right now!"

Just as Song Chunsheng stopped what he was doing and put down the wooden gun, Zhang Junwu and Zhao Yongjie, who were standing next to him, realized in an instant that something was wrong and immediately burst into laughter.

Huang Quan Gang immediately turned to the two men and said, "I'm afraid what I taught Chun Sheng won't work! He only wants to train his body, not go to war, so learning the bayonet fighting techniques we practice is probably useless!"

Which one would you like to switch to?

Zhang Junwu immediately asked a question.

Huang Quan Gang stood there thinking for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything suitable for Chun Sheng to learn.

Their daily studies and practice were all related to large-scale combat, such as shooting, grenade throwing, or demolition. There was really nothing suitable for Chunsheng to use to train his body.

Just as everyone was deep in thought, wondering what to give Chunsheng, Song Chunsheng himself had an idea.

"Brother Quan Gang, I can't learn your militia's stuff, but I can learn something else!"

"What is it? Tell me! I'll definitely teach you anything I know."

"You probably don't know what I'm talking about!"

Song Chunsheng shook his head at Huang Quangang, then shifted his gaze to Zhang Junwu, "I reckon only Brother Junwu here knows how!"

While Huang Quangang and Zhao Yongjie were completely confused, Zhang Junwu had already figured out what Song Chunsheng was referring to.

Zhang Junwu frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure and asked earnestly, "Chunsheng, do you really want to learn?"

Song Chunsheng nodded without hesitation, "I really want to. As long as you're willing to teach, I'll learn!"

Zhang Junwu nodded upon hearing this and said nothing more.

Huang Quangang and Zhao Yongjie exchanged glances and found that they both looked bewildered.

Huang Quangang immediately asked Song Chunsheng with a puzzled look, "Chunsheng, what do you want to learn from Junwu?"

Song Chunsheng smiled but did not answer him.

Judging from his future brother-in-law's questions, he doesn't seem to know much about Zhang Junwu.

Clearly, Zhang Junwu did not tell his militia comrades from other villages about his past during their interactions.

But many people in the village knew about those things, and his militia brothers knew even more about them.

Just as Chunsheng was pondering whether or not to tell his brother-in-law about Zhang Junwu's affairs, Zhang Junwu suddenly smiled indifferently and answered the question for Chunsheng.

"He wants to learn martial arts from me!"

Upon hearing this news, Huang Quangang and Zhao Yongjie's eyes widened instantly.

"What? You know martial arts? When did you learn it?"

"I learned this a long time ago!"

Zhang Junwu gave them the answer without hesitation.

"Really? You really know martial arts?"

As Zhao Yongjie spoke, he began to scrutinize Zhang Junwu again with a critical eye. "Junwu, is the martial arts you know like the kind in the movie 'The Big Sword'?"

Zhang Junwu almost burst out laughing at his question.

However, Zhao Yongjie's analogy makes some sense. Although the martial arts moves in "The Big Sword" look somewhat fake, they can still be considered martial arts.

"Junwu, could you... show us a few moves?"

Huang Quangang immediately became interested and asked with anticipation.

Although no real martial arts films had been released in China at that time, the boys in the militia were all full of vigor and had seen fights between martial arts actors on the stage, even if they had never seen martial arts films.

Moreover, as militia members, they spend their days practicing with guns and cannons, so they naturally develop a strong interest in martial arts, an element that has long been somewhat mysterious.

At this moment, the militiamen under Zhang Junwu were originally training diligently not far away, but as soon as they heard Huang Quangang ask his captain to show off a few moves to broaden his horizons, they instantly lost their desire to train and all wanted to feast their eyes.

"Let's just have a couple of moves, Junwu!"

Zhao Yongjie urged from the side.

Similarly, Song Chunsheng looked at Zhang Junwu with anticipation, hoping to see him up close.

In fact, he had gotten up early to go to school a few times and had seen Zhang Junwu practicing his martial arts from a distance when he passed by the wheat field, but the distance was too far and he could not see it clearly.

Although Zhang Junwu's militia wanted to see him box, they could only wait and none of them dared to speak.

But the militiamen under Zhao Yongjie and Huang Quangang were different. They quickly joined their captain in chanting, "Captain Zhang, give us one! Captain Zhang, give us one!"

The noise grew louder and louder, attracting the attention of some people working in the fields in the distance, who all looked over with curiosity.

Zhang Junwu quickly gestured for everyone to keep their voices down.

Zhao Yongjie and Huang Quangang immediately glared at the group of militiamen who were shouting, which scared them into shutting up.

Zhang Junwu smiled at everyone and said, "Since everyone wants to see, I'll just do a couple of simple gestures. If my gestures aren't very good, just take it as entertainment!"

Soon, Zhao Yongjie and Huang Quangang organized everyone into a large circle, surrounding Zhang Junwu in the middle.

Zhang Junwu first clasped his hands in a fist salute to everyone, then turned around and instantly leaped into the air, beginning to perform his most proficient Vajra Arhat Fist with fluid grace.

Although his every move struck the air, the power he exuded sent chills down one's spine.

Everyone was thinking that if those two fists of his had hit them right now, even if they didn't break any bones, they would probably have bruises all over their bodies.

As Zhao Yongjie watched, he kept exclaiming in admiration, "My goodness, if anyone were to fight him, they'd be beaten to a pulp!"

Huang Quangang then leaned close to Song Chunsheng's ear and whispered, "Have you ever seen Junwu practice boxing before?"

Song Chunsheng hummed in agreement. "I've seen him a few times before, but I never got a good look at him!"

Huang Quangang nodded thoughtfully, "Judging from his movements and skills, it doesn't seem like he's only been practicing for a year or two! It would be difficult to reach his level without seven or eight years of training."

"Junwu must have suffered a lot while learning this kung fu! I think you should reconsider and choose something else to train your body, what do you think?"

Song Chunsheng couldn't help but laugh, "It's definitely unrealistic to train to be like Brother Junwu, but if it's just to strengthen my body, I think I can do it!"

"Alright, as long as you're not afraid of hardship, that's fine. Also, when you really practice on your own in the future, be very careful not to hurt yourself!"

Song Chunsheng patted Huang Quangang hard on the shoulder. "Don't worry, brother, your brother definitely won't hurt himself!"