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Chapter 41: Beating Up a Kid (Second Update)
500 steps
Four hundred steps
Three hundred steps
In an instant, they reached a distance of 250 paces. During this time, sporadic gunshots rang out, and more than ten trainees were hit directly in vital areas, then could only tilt their heads and fall to the ground.
However, since it was just an exercise, it did not affect the main force's progress in the slightest. The army then stopped two hundred and fifty paces away.
With a series of clanging metallic sounds, one after another, loaded rifles, ready to fire, were raised and aimed at the opposite trench. Of course, at the same time, the soldiers all crouched down.
After all, the shooting difficulty of a standing target and a crouching target is completely different.
Seeing this, old Pierre couldn't help but laugh: "Hehe, martial arts are one thing, fighting is another. If future Qing generals were all like this man, things would be much easier."
What foolish Easterners! They clearly can't fight, yet they insist on pretending to know everything. Two hundred and fifty paces—why are they so close? Charging straight into the trench? Those blue-hatted guys in the trench will definitely teach them a lesson.
"The twelve Heavenly Stems—Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai—each correspond to different meanings. The twelve hand seals formed by them are also the foundation of most military secret techniques. Throughout history, different generals have come up with their own unique methods from them."
"It is said that only after comprehending one's own Dao can one be considered a good general. When one can reasonably explain one's own Dao and pass it on to others, one can be considered a top general."
"Right now, I haven't grasped anything, but that's okay, practice makes perfect. Anyway, there are so many worlds for me to try for free," Lin Yang muttered to himself.
"Don't resist!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yang formed a hand seal, and in his mind, he visualized a lotus emerging from the water. In that instant, through military aura, hand seals, and secret techniques, the more than a thousand soldiers felt their spirits lifted, and their brain reaction speed increased several times over.
At the same time, fine military energy was directly applied to his eyes, making the trenches that were previously indistinct appear as if they were right next to him.
As far as the eye could see, blue hats were everywhere. Under each blue hat was a human head. And of course, next to each blue hat was a foreign rifle.
"aim!"
"shooting!"
At Lin Yang's command, the hundred soldiers in the front row fired with a bang. With the sound of gunfire, a hundred 'dead men' appeared on the opposite side. Moreover, each of them had a wound on their hat.
"How is this possible! Take cover! Quickly, get into the trenches and don't show your faces." Although he didn't know why this was happening, Old Peel quickly gave the order, and everyone took cover in the trenches.
Unfortunately, despite his quick reaction, Lin Yang on the other side reacted even faster. Row after row, in a very short time, all one thousand bullets were fired.
Although it wasn't exactly a hail of bullets, the blue-robed soldiers on the other side suffered heavy losses. In just a short while, more than two hundred blue-robed soldiers were killed.
However, since it was just a drill, the blue-robed figures who were supposed to be dead now had their eyes wide open, looking at the other side with curiosity.
Where did all these sharpshooters come from? It's only been a short time since we last met, and they've all turned into sharpshooters? Even drugs couldn't produce this kind of effect, could they?
"Three hundred men stay put and fire, shoot them as soon as they show their heads. The rest of you, flank them from both sides and engage them in hand-to-hand combat. When you flank, be slow, and as soon as they show their heads, you're down. Or, you can crawl over, which is safer," Lin Yang said with a smile.
Moreover, they deliberately spoke very loudly, so that everyone on the other side could hear them. Anyway, they weren't far away. If they showed their heads, they would die immediately; if they didn't, they would have to wait for a melee.
Upon hearing this, Old Peel thought about it very seriously. He then realized that it was impossible to expose themselves on a large scale before dealing with the sharpshooter on the other side.
"Of the three platoons in the company, one goes to the east side, one goes to the west corner, and one stays in the middle. Also, try to spread out the ranks as much as possible."
"Then, listen to my commands. When I tell you to stand up, stand up. When I tell you to squat down, squat down. I want to see what kind of sharpshooter this guy on the other side really is."
In Old Pierre's opinion, those few blows just now must have been delivered with great effort from Lin Yang. He might even be incapacitated by now, despite being a grandmaster himself.
Therefore, be patient, experiment slowly, and you'll definitely find the fatal flaw. If all else fails, you can always step in and fight it yourself; there's always a way.
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Amidst a burst of gunfire, Old Peel was quite annoyed to discover that the sharpshooter opposite him seemed to be a real player. His skill level remained consistent, without any major errors or inconsistencies.
This is worth considering. Even if it comes at a great cost, it is worth it to keep the soldiers in this state for a long time.
“Wait, when they’re fifty paces away, they’ll all stand up from the trench and fire. After that, they’ll run straight over, blend into the crowd, and engage in hand-to-hand combat.” Old Pierre continued, his eyes darting around.
Throughout history, bayonet fighting has been a crucial standard for measuring the strength of an army. In ancient times, bayonet fighting was the only method of combat. Even in modern times, before World War I, decisive battles often involved hand-to-hand combat, with victories decided by bayonets.
In Old Peel's opinion, no matter how powerful Lin Yang's secret technique was, it couldn't possibly double the soldiers' strength all at once, could it? It couldn't possibly come at no cost, could it?
Everyone transforming into a sharpshooter must be incredibly tiring, right? Then, the blood-soaked hand-to-hand combat will be your chance to turn the tide. No rush, as long as you stay calm and collected, you'll always win.
Two hundred steps
150 steps
One hundred steps
Eighty steps
Sixty steps
Closer, closer still. Once they were fifty paces away, old Peel was ready to make his move. But strangely, the red-hatted men on the other side suddenly stopped. Even their footsteps ceased.
How could Lin Yang not know what Old Pierre was thinking? Even if he didn't, he could see it directly with his divine eye.
"Well, the command was alright. From a mortal's perspective, it was quite good, what a pity," Lin Yang said, shaking his head.