Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Originally, he was just dissatisfied with the regiment leader's arrangement and asked a recruit to be a teacher.

But when he saw the wooden stick in Qiao Lin's hand, he felt that he had been greatly insulted.

An ordinary broadsword only weighs five or six catties, but the one used by Zhang Dabiao is thicker and weighs twelve catties.

He entered the stage with a knife, but Qiao Lin took a wooden stick, which obviously looked down on him and despised him.

"Qiao Lin, let's put the ugliness in front of us. Swords and guns have no eyes. If some parts are missing later, you can only blame yourself for being inferior to others. Don't complain."

The corner of Zhang Dabiao's mouth slanted, and he began to get angry.

Poor Qiao Lin didn't know Zhang Dabiao's inner thoughts. He thought he was speaking harshly on purpose, so he didn't care. He smiled and said, "Then I have to ask Battalion Commander Zhang to be merciful."

In fact, Qiao Lin didn't intend to compete with wooden sticks on purpose, but he didn't have any usable weapons at all except wooden sticks.

I have been a guard for Li Yunlong these days, let alone a gun, not even a bayonet.

It was a polite remark, but it meant something else to Zhang Dabiao. He felt that Qiao Lin was teasing him on purpose, and the fire in his heart was getting hotter and hotter.

"Jolin, take care of yourself!"

As Zhang Dabiao said, he raised the knife in his hand and slashed at Qiao Lin.

Damn, come on!

Surprised, Qiao Lin hurriedly raised his stick to block.

With a click, one-third of the one-meter-long wooden stick was cut off, and the cut was neat, showing how powerful the knife was.

Due to the blocking of the wooden stick, Zhang Dabiao's knife also deviated from the original direction and slid down against Qiao Lin's shoulder.

He didn't dare to be distracted anymore, holding the broken wooden stick with both hands, he began to treat this competition with caution.

As both members of the Eighth Route Army, there was no deep hatred, so Zhang Dabiao naturally didn't come here to kill people.

But he was simmering with anger in his heart, and he wanted to teach Qiao Lin a lesson. If he was hit by this knife, blood would be inevitable.

"Lao Li, isn't this a bit too much? If Zhang Dabiao doesn't know what is important, he will cause trouble."

Kong Jie, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't stand anymore. It was common for fighters in the army to compete with each other, but it was nothing more than boxing and wrestling.

This uses a real guy, and it will be troublesome if you accidentally hurt someone.

He also lived in the village, and he had heard about Qiao Lin's hand holding a millstone, but great strength did not mean he could hold back a big knife.

Compared with winning or losing this competition, he was more worried about Qiao Lin's safety.

"Don't worry, old Kong, Qiao Lin is not an easy kid, and Zhang Dabiao is still far behind if he wants to fight him!"

Unlike the nervous Kong Jie, Li Yunlong's reaction was much more relaxed.

He was not at all worried that the knife in Zhang Dabiao's hand could hurt Qiao Lin, not to mention that there was only one knife, and it would be useless to give Zhang Dabiao another one.

Although he seemed to be indifferent to Qiao Lin these days, he was secretly paying attention to this young man all the time.

Especially yesterday, the two of them practiced each other's moves, which gave him a better understanding of Qiao Lin's kung fu.

It is no exaggeration to say that Qiao Lin looks young and always likes to pretend to be stupid, but he has real skills, no worse than those high-ranking people he met in the early years.

Rather than worrying about Qiao Lin, he might as well worry about Zhang Dabiao. He was really afraid that Zhang Dabiao's stubborn temper would anger Qiao Lin and be beaten up violently.

Zhang Dabiao missed the knife, and immediately took a step back, readjusted the posture of holding the knife, looked at the half of the wooden stick in Qiao Lin's hand, and grinned: "Qiao Lin, do you want to change to another guy? If you win, others have to say I bullied you."

"is it?"

Qiao Lin had no expression on his face, he couldn't see any joy or anger. He stood up straight, looked at the wooden stick in his hand, and threw it aside.

"To play for real, I don't need a guy."

Surprised all four.

There was an uproar in the wheat field, and the soldiers who were watching excitedly suspected that Qiao Lin was really crazy. Throwing away the stick, could it be that he wanted to grab the blade with his bare hands?

"Qiao Lin, very good, you have angered me, don't blame me for being rude!"

Zhang Dabiao stared, and swept the broadsword in his hand towards Qiao Lin's shoulder.

If this hits the target, if you keep losing your arms, you will lose a piece of meat.

"Jolin, be careful!"

The hearts of everyone at the scene were raised in their throats, and Sun Desheng even directly reminded Qiao Lin.

But Jolin's next move shocked everyone once again.

Most people will instinctively dodge when encountering an opponent attacking with a knife.

But Qiao Lin didn't retreat but advanced, and went up to face Zhang Dabiao's knife.

The distance between the two was just over one meter, starting from Zhang Dabiao's attack, he could hit Qiao Lin in the blink of an eye at most.

But in the blink of an eye, too many things happened.

Qiao Lin's figure seemed to be facing the edge of the knife. Just when he was only a few tens of centimeters away from the knife, his body suddenly leaned towards him at a strange angle.

When he stopped again, he was already in Zhang Dabiao's arms.

And the knife in Zhang Dabiao's hand slashed into the air without any suspense.

Before it was over, Qiao Lin made a move like lightning. He put his right hand on Zhang Dabiao's wrist holding the knife, and slapped and twisted it.

Immediately, an irresistible force came, Zhang Dabiao let go of his hand uncontrollably, and the broad-backed broadsword also fell into Qiao Lin's hands.

"Nice knife!"

Qiao Lin took two steps back with the knife in his hand, and distanced himself from Zhang Dabiao.

Zhang Dabiao, one of the parties involved, fell into a sluggish state, looking at his empty right hand in disbelief.

A moment ago, the big knife that never left his body was still in his hand.

He has been very strong since he was a child. In terms of arm wrestling, neither the previous Xinyi group nor the current independent group can find an opponent.

But Qiao Lin snatched the knife from his hand so easily, which made him a little unbelievable.

It's really an empty handed sword!

After the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, they began to discuss in low voices.

Qiao Lin's movements were so fast that no one could clearly see how he snatched the knife.

The only fact is that Zhang Dabiao's knife has already been in Qiao Lin's hands. It is self-evident who is stronger and who is weaker.

"Zhang Battalion Commander, it wasn't a competition just now, it was just an exchange of ideas. There was no winner or loser. I heard from the commander that you created a set of saber techniques yourself. I admire you very much. I wonder if you can demonstrate it?"

After Qiao Lin saw Zhang Dabiao's knife, he returned it with his hands in his hands. No matter in words or actions, he gave the other party the greatest respect.

It's just a competition, not hatred, he doesn't want to really get into a relationship with the soldiers.

It's okay to say a few soft words, and it didn't violate my conscience.

"Have you ever played with a knife?"

Zhang Dabiao had recovered from the shock and was able to take away the knife in his hand. He had already confirmed that Qiao Lin was an experienced knife player.

Chapter 390 Please Teach Me the Sword Technique

"Just playing around, I like to think about these things, I can't get on the stage."

Jolin said modestly.

In fact, he was not familiar with big swords, and hadn't had much contact with them before.

Among the cold weapons, the best one is the dagger.

However, he just practiced the kendo cheats yesterday, and the swords have something in common. Coupled with the combat value rewarded by the system, it not only improved his physical fitness, but also improved his learning and comprehension ability.

Once you get started with such things as swords, guns, swords and halberds, you can play decently in no time.

"I was the one who lost. I thought I was too arrogant."

Holding the knife, Zhang Dabiao said dejectedly.

He thought Qiao Lin was a rookie, but he didn't expect that mountains were higher than mountains, and he was an expert, so it would be easy to clean himself up.

"Zhang Battalion Commander, what you said is serious. I can do a lot of tricks. I was lucky enough to take advantage of it. We are all fighting devils. We have a lot to learn from you in the future."

Qiao Lin waved his hands quickly, keeping his posture to a minimum. He didn't want Zhang Dabiao to be hit because of a competition.

Zhang Dabiao is also a straightforward person. Seeing that Qiao Lin had talked to this point, he stopped worrying about the matter just now, and showed Qiao Lin his self-created knife technique with a knife in his hand.

Qiao Lin watched carefully without blinking, remembering every movement.

At the same time, he combined his previous experience in hand-to-hand combat and the main points in that kendo cheat book in his mind to summarize and judge Zhang Dabiao's moves.

Zhang Dabiao is not a master, and his self-created sword technique is also very simple, with only more than 20 moves, nothing more than chopping, chopping, blocking, sweeping, throwing, chopping and other routines.

Frankly speaking, Zhang Dabiao's sword has shown its aura and murderous aura in Zhang Dabiao's hands. Without long-term hard training and talent, it is difficult to practice like this.

"Laughing!"

Zhang Dabiao put his knife away and stood still. With the lesson he learned earlier, he was much more polite to Qiao Lin.

"Zhang Battalion Commander, to be honest, you are very good at this knife. It can be seen that you have put in a lot of hard work. If ordinary people do not have expert guidance, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to practice to your level."

Jolin is no unreasonable wood.On the contrary, he has been a human being for several lifetimes, and he knows the ways of the world better than anyone else.

Although Zhang Dabiao's sword technique still has many deficiencies in his opinion, it would be hurtful to directly point it out, so he decided to suppress it first and then raise it, trying to express his meaning as tactfully as possible.

Faced with Qiao Lin's flattering remarks, Zhang Dabiao was obviously very pleased, and quickly waved his hands to signal Qiao Lin to praise him.

"This set of saber techniques focuses on killing intent. I observed it. You used a total of 24 moves, of which only two were used for defense, and the remaining 22 moves were all killing moves. I don't know if I'm right."

Qiao Lin commented in a calm tone.

"Good eyesight! You can see through it once you read it once. There are soldiers in our Broadsword team who haven't understood it after several months of training."

Zhang Dabiao's face changed, and Qiao Lin's feeling was completely different. If he just thought he was amazing before, now he has more admiration.

"Zhang Battalion Commander, I have a few suggestions. Of course, they are all my own opinions. They may be a bit arrogant. Don't mind."

Qiao Lin smiled, feeling that the heat was almost ready, and put forward his own point of view.

"Just say it."

Zhang Dabiao didn't feel that Qiao Lin's words offended him at all, but he would rather that Qiao Lin could point out some shortcomings so that he could improve.