Shipborne Special Forces.

After Wang Aiguo's explanation, everyone looked at the martial monk with admiration. They didn't notice the martial monk's gaze and naturally didn't know that the martial monk didn't actually understand the principle.

The monk looked at Wang Aiguo somewhat awkwardly, and after a long pause, continued, "Alright, so how do we avoid an attack that will definitely hit our chin?"

"There are two options: one is to forcibly change the opponent's attack trajectory, and the other is to change your own movement trajectory. For example, when your chin is about to be hit, you can lower your head and use your face or mouth to meet the opponent's attack," Wang Aiguo thoughtfully explained.

Then the monk thought about it in his mind and realized that Wang Aiguo's explanation seemed much better than his own.

The crowd once again cast admiring glances, leaving the monk somewhat bewildered. Who the hell was teaching this? Him? Or Wang Aiguo?

"Three Hundred, you're right. Now I'll demonstrate for you. Come on, try attacking my head."

After some consideration, the monk realized that his strength lay not in verbal instruction but in practical application, so he decided to demonstrate his skills as a model.

Wang Aiguo nodded, and then without hesitation, slapped the monk across the face.

Then... the monk was knocked out.

Everyone: "..."

What the hell is this teaching method?

....

"Three Hundred, can you go a little lighter? You're a guy who weighs about two hundred pounds, twenty pounds heavier than me! Besides, is this what I meant by attack? I told you to slow down a bit, and I told you to hit my chin, not to slap me!" the monk yelled.

Wang Aiguo nodded, and then without hesitation threw another punch at the monk.

This was an uppercut. Wang Aiguo originally thought the monk wouldn't be able to dodge it, because he had wanted to mess with the monk.

To his surprise, the monk was indeed skilled. Just as Wang Aiguo threw a punch, the monk suddenly ducked and slammed his forehead into Wang Aiguo's fist.

"Damn it!" the two cursed at the same time. The monk had a headache, while Wang Aiguo had a sore fist.

Just then, applause broke out from all around.

"Holy crap, that's skill! That monk is awesome!"

"The monk is awesome."

"That's what professionalism is all about!"

"..."

The monk and Wang Aiguo were completely bewildered. After a while, the monk stood up, rubbing his aching forehead, and waved to everyone with a smile.

"That's right, that's the plan. When throwing an uppercut, you can block it by bumping your forehead against your opponent. As for side attacks, you can also block them by ducking down and using your face. Okay, that's enough for this one. I'll teach you the next move."

As he spoke, the monk slowly knelt down, then put his hands behind his head, bent over, and exposed his back.

Everyone was taken aback, but Wang Aiguo understood immediately.

"I understand, you mean using your back to block attacks. I've heard that too; the back can withstand seven times the force of other parts of the body. Generally speaking, unless it's a hammer or a sharp weapon, sticks or fists can't cause serious damage."

"Yes, that's right. From now on, you should practice these two postures. Once you've mastered these two postures, you'll basically be considered a master of self-defense. Alright, that's all for today." The monk stood up, finished speaking, and walked towards the building.

These two postures are simple and practical, but everyone is clearly dissatisfied. Xiao Tian stared blankly at the monk, raised his hands, and shouted, "Monk, is that all you've taught? What kind of self-defense technique only has two moves?"

"This is so annoying. You'll be practicing these two poses for ages. Fine, I'll teach you one more, the simplest and most practical move."

As he spoke, the monk walked back to Wang Aiguo.

When Wang Aiguo saw the martial monks returning, and at a very close distance, he had a bad feeling.

"Look, humans are visual creatures. We rely on our vision for most of our actions, so all you have to do is cover the other person's face and then kick them in the groin."

No sooner had the monk finished speaking than he attacked Wang Aiguo.

Wang Aiguo was shocked. Damn it, this was definitely settling a personal score on official business!

However, when faced with the monk's fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, Wang Aiguo spat directly at the monk's face without saying a word.

"What is that? A hidden weapon?" The monk was startled and quickly closed his eyes, then felt a pain in his lower body.

Everyone: "..."

The monk lay on the ground groaning in pain. Silence fell around him, and everyone stared in disbelief, speechless.

After a long while, Grandpa Bi puffed out his cheeks, clapped his hands, and said, "Great trick, great trick! Well, everyone go back and get ready, we'll be going home in a bit."

"Alright, everyone, let's retreat." Captain Mo led the female soldiers away.

She really didn't want to stay here anymore; if she stayed any longer, she felt like she was going crazy.

The male soldiers dispersed in stunned silence, leaving only the distraught monk and Wang Aiguo behind.

"Three hundred, remember to carry the monk away. And one more thing, don't use this move on others next time." With that, Grandpa Bi turned and left.

Wang Aiguo chuckled. Given the situation just now, if he hadn't made the first move, he would probably be the one lying there.

"Three hundred, you bastard," the monk said in anguish.

"Tch, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Trying to settle personal scores? No way," Wang Aiguo said disdainfully.

"Damn it, you win!"

.......

Time: March 12, 11

Location: Chenyang Recruit Camp

Temperature: 16 degrees

Q City is located in the north, and the temperature drops very quickly after the onset of winter. This rapid drop in temperature has made people somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Just two days ago, everyone was taking cold showers, and now they're freezing. It's hard for everyone to adjust all at once.

Most people take a bath every two or three days, but people like Wang Aiguo and the martial monks, who sweat a lot, basically need to bathe every day.

After the temperature dropped, the male soldiers took a cold shower together, led by Wang Aiguo and the martial monks.

The very next day, out of more than 100 people in Team 12, over 30 had fevers. Grandpa Bi was furious.

At this very moment, the last facility of the new battalion of Chenyang recruit camp was finally completed: two large bathhouses.

After the bathhouse was built, the happiest people were none other than the female soldiers of Team 13. Compared to the boys, the girls' bodies are more delicate, and generally they cannot take cold showers, especially when the temperature is so low.

After the bathhouse was built, a surge of jealousy began to rise among the male soldiers in Chenyang's new recruit camp.

Although the two bathhouses are the same size and have the same capacity, the recruit camp also houses many instructors and members of the battalion headquarters, in addition to the recruits.

With their addition, the allocation changed immediately. Originally there were 24 teams, it should have been 12+12.

But in reality, the ratio is 11+13, and Team 12 was counted as part of the female soldiers' bathhouse.