Chapter 115 Weapons Enter the Stage
The wake-up call sounded, and the soldiers left their tents, packed up and rushed to the dining hall. After quickly eating breakfast, they rushed to the training ground.
"Xiaoye, you're doing great today. You even ate three big meat buns! I see you've grown a lot stronger recently," Yao Dachuan said with relief. "It's good for a girl to grow some meat. You ate too little before."
The big meat buns in the cafeteria are very solid, and each one is bigger than a person’s palm.
At the beginning, Ye Qiongying couldn't even finish a bun. However, with the high-intensity training every day and everyone eating a lot, her appetite gradually increased.
He has gained weight, but it is very solid, without any sign of excess fat. His arms are thicker than before, and no longer as slender and frail as before.
Ye Qiongying is very satisfied with her current changes.
She doesn't want to be a delicate lady, and her current healthy figure is perfect.
She even wanted to gain some weight so that she could be stronger.
Ye Qiongying smiled and said:
"It's not enough. You have five people as the base, and I only have three!"
"Alas, ever since Sister Qiongying's appetite has increased, we don't have any extra braised pork to share," Yao Manfu sighed, "The happy days are so short!"
The brothers Yao Manfu and Yao Fengshou are more than one year younger than Ye Qiongying. Their parents died early, leaving only a seriously ill grandmother at home. Their family is even poorer than Yao Dachuan's, and they can no longer make ends meet after the disaster.
So the two brothers followed Yao Dachuan to join the army without hesitation, and entrusted their grandmother to the people in the village. Almost all of the salary they received every month was taken back to their hometown by someone to pay for their grandmother's medical treatment.
"So you called me sister just to have one more bite of braised pork?" Ye Qiongying joked.
"No way!" Yao Manfu cried out in injustice. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Instructor Ren had arrived.
There were many unfamiliar soldiers appearing at the training ground along with Instructor Ren.
Judging from their appearance, they did not belong to the batch of new recruits, but more like veterans who had completed training in previous batches.
They each carried something in their hands, which was placed in a large box, and it was impossible to see what was inside.
There were also a few people carrying a large round wooden sign, who walked to the other end of the martial arts field and began to install it with the sound of "dong dong dong".
The new recruits who noticed this started talking about it, wondering what this was for.
After the soldiers were ready, they did not leave immediately, but stayed and stood behind Instructor Ren.
"Okay, assemble!" Instructor Ren clapped his hands and shouted loudly.
The recruits who had been curious just now immediately lined up and stood up.
"You have all been training for running these days. From today on, the previous training content will no longer be the main part of the training. If you still need to improve in this area, find time to practice it privately!
From today on, we are going to train——weapons!"
He had the row of wooden boxes in front opened.
The contents inside were finally revealed to the public, and they turned out to be some wooden swords and bows and arrows.
The crowd became agitated.
Many recruits couldn't help but stretch their necks to look forward.
They are getting tired of running every day.
How can I not be happy when I see something new?
Whether it's playing with a sword or drawing a bow, I imagine it to be much more handsome than just running with your head down.
"These are your predecessors," Instructor Ren pointed at the unfamiliar soldiers and explained to them, "Today, let them demonstrate to you. This is also the goal you need to achieve in the future."
Several of the soldiers then stepped forward, saluted Instructor Ren, and took weapons from the box.
Two soldiers holding wooden swords stood opposite each other, bowed to each other, and then raised their swords to fight.
The wooden swords kept colliding, making a "clang clang clang" sound.
The movements of these two people were not complicated, but simple and clear, but they had an indescribable sense of power that made others feel frightened.
Even though he knew that these two were his own people and he would not kill them, he still couldn't help but stare at them intently.
I waited until the drill was over before I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The other two stood together with bows in their hands, pulled the longbows at the same time, and shot arrows at the wooden sign that had just been erected in the distance.
It turned out that what were just erected were more than a dozen archery targets!
Two feather arrows whizzed away with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and two "DuangDuang" sounds were heard, and they hit the small red circle in the middle of the two targets, one after the other.
"it is good!"
Some people couldn't help but applaud and cheer.
Soon someone ran over and started running with the target in hand.
The two men holding the bows stood where they were and continued to draw their bows and shoot arrows.
"Brush! Brush! Brush!"
By the time the two men had used up all the arrows in their quivers, their records of victory had already been left on the moving targets.
Surprisingly, none of the bullets missed the target, almost all of them hit a position close to the center area!
"it is good!"
Others cheered.
A stationary target might not be that difficult to hit, but it is truly rare to have such a high hit rate on a moving target.
These two were probably the best among the veterans, and were specifically called by Instructor Ren to set an example for them.
After the "performance" is over, it's time to serve the main course.
Instructor Ren asked the veterans who came to help to leave, and stepped forward and said to the people below:
"Ten teams, split into two sides now. Teams one to five on the left side, go forward and get wooden swords, and teams six to ten on the right side, come here and get bows and arrows. We'll make the exchange in a month!
Don't crowd, just send two people from each team to receive it!"
We were finally able to get our weapons. We had been running for so long, and today something new suddenly arrived. Everyone was very excited. As soon as we heard what Instructor Ren said, we quickly found the right person to go and get the things.
Ye Qiongying's team is the third squad, and they should practice wooden swords this month.
Li Yunwei's team is the seventh squad, the team leading the archers on the right.
Yao Dachuan led his men forward and quickly brought back thirteen wooden swords, which he distributed to his teammates.
Ye Qiongying took one of them and examined it carefully.
The workmanship of this wooden sword was very crude, with only a rough shape. Naturally, it was not as beautiful as a real sword and had no patterns on it.
But at first glance you can tell it has taken a long time to make, the burrs on the edge have long been worn smooth, and it is probably something used by previous batches of soldiers.
She had used many good weapons, and the guns and swords she brought from Pingwu City this time were the best among them.
Even the small wooden sword I used when I was just learning martial arts as a child was far more delicate and sharp than the one I hold in my hand today.
She doesn't mind either.
There are no weapons that are difficult to use, only people who don't know how to use them.
Ye Qiongying casually performed a sword flower and her mentality was very stable.