Yiguo government
In the martial arts arena, Qin Huaiyu holds a long gun and Qin Qiong holds a sword in both hands. She is gazing at each other.
"Pa!"
A drop of sweat fell on the ground. Qin Huaiyu had no time to take care of it. Qin Qiong, as a famous general of a generation, put too much pressure on him. Although he is his own father, he won''t die even if he loses, but the end of losing is just as miserable.
"Ha ha, brother Huaiyu, I''m here to see you!" Merton''s voice suddenly came from the side.
Qin Huaiyu subconsciously turned his head when he heard the sound and saw Merton''s malicious smile nearby. He immediately cried out in a bad mood. He hurriedly turned back. He saw a burst of roaring, subconsciously raised his long gun, and felt a burst of strong force. His body involuntarily flew upside down and fell heavily on the edge of the martial arts field.
"I still haven''t made progress, so I''ll continue to practice today." Qin Qiong succeeded in one move and looked at Qin Huaiyu who fell to the ground like a dead dog.
"Ah!" Qin Huaiyu immediately wailed. Thinking about the pain of training, he couldn''t help staring at Merton. If this guy hadn''t made trouble, he wouldn''t have been so miserable.
"Why? Not convinced? You have thousands of reasons to die on the battlefield, and the enemy will listen to you." Qin Qiong taught.
"Yes, father!" Qin Huaiyu refused.
Qin Qiong is also helpless. She doesn''t go to the battlefield to experience. It is estimated that Qin Huaiyu society will never understand this truth.
"Nephew Mo Xian laughed!" Qin Qiong looked at Merton and shook her head with a bitter smile.
Merton said positively, "I sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime. Brother Huaiyu''s hard training today will certainly make some achievements in the future."
"Sweating more in peacetime and bleeding less in wartime?" Qin Qiong''s eyes brightened and tasted this sentence carefully. Although it was straightforward, it was very reasonable.
"Huaiyu, with his three legged Kung Fu, it''s still early to go to the battlefield." Qin Qiong shook her head and sighed.
Merton laughed and said, "my nephew, I''ve been dealing with blacksmiths recently. Blacksmiths shake their heads and sigh every time they come out of the furnace and roll the iron. How good it would be if a furnace of steel. Blacksmiths hate that iron can''t become steel. But they know how iron can become steel without repeated tempering!"
"Hate iron but not steel!" Qin Qiong thought thoughtfully. She might be in a hurry.
Qin Huaiyu jumped up from the ground and said repeatedly, "yes, yes, even the refined steel needs to be beaten bit by bit. Father, look at Merton''s visit. I can have a rest today."
"Nephew Mo Xian, what do you say?" Qin Qiong stared at Merton playfully.
"Although it is said that martial arts should be practiced in winter and summer, the boy thinks it is necessary to combine work and rest." Merton said without hesitation.
Qin Huaiyu couldn''t help but rejoice in his heart and quietly gave Merton a thumbs up. It was brother Mo who stood up for justice.
"However, my nephew came here today to bring uncle Qin a secret recipe for brother Huaiyu to become steel." Merton said mysteriously.
"The Mohist art of steelmaking spread all over Chang''an city. I didn''t expect that there was a secret art of refining people into steel!" Qin Qiong said with great interest.
"You!..." Qin Huaiyu couldn''t help getting angry. Merton did all his bad friends today. First, he hurt his own defeat, and now he came to pit himself.
"This is a legged sandbag, this is an arm tied sandbag, this is a sandbag vest, and this is a load-bearing backpack..." Merton took out one load-bearing equipment, ignored Qin Huaiyu''s killing eyes, and tied it to Qin Huaiyu one by one.
Poor Qin Huaiyu, under the pressure of Qin Qiong, once dared not resist, let Merton do it.
Soon, Qin Huaiyu, who was wearing a martial arts suit, was already full of equipment, and he was very uncomfortable with the heavy sandbags tied around his body., I can''t help moving my body.
"Is this?" Qin Qiong wondered.
"This is a weight-bearing training specially made by my nephew for brother Huaiyu," Merton explained.
"Weight training!" Qin Qiong looked at Qin Huaiyu''s sandbag and nodded. It''s really vivid.
"Uncle Qin can think about it. If you wear such a heavy sandbag for training at ordinary times, you will still walk like flying. Once you take off the sandbag, you will be so vigorous as flying." Merton simply explained to Qin Qiong the benefits of weight-bearing training.
Qin Qiong''s eyes lit up immediately. If she persisted in this method, it would certainly increase a person''s strength for a long time.
"If Huaiyu goes to the battlefield in the future, he has to wear heavy armor, plus various weapons such as swords and guns, the weight is not light. If he meets the expeditionary army, he will suffer a lot. With these heavy-duty training, I believe these are not problems. When the expeditionary army goes tens of miles a day and retreats, the enemy can''t catch up, so he won''t be in an invincible position." Merton patted Qin Huaiyu''s sandbag and said with satisfaction. Of course, this is only under the same conditions between the enemy and ourselves.
As for Qin Huaiyu''s cannibalism, he selectively ignored it. You know, Qin Huaiyu died in the war later. If his martial arts were higher, maybe the outcome would change.
"OK!" Qin Qiong nodded with satisfaction. He is a Veteran General in the army. Of course, he knows that what Merton said is true. If this method is feasible, it can be extended to the whole army. I believe that the combat effectiveness of Datang soldiers will certainly rise to a higher level.
In fact, Datang is not unaware of the benefits of weight-bearing training. The stone lock commonly used in the army is one of them. However, this kind of training is too rough, and there is no systematic planning, which has not attracted people''s attention at all.
Directing Qin Huaiyu to take a few simple steps, he found that it didn''t affect his walking at all, but his action was a little slow.
"Come on, I''ll take another move!" Qin Qiong said.
"Ah!" Qin Huaiyu was shocked! But I dare not refuse.
"Bang!"
Before one move, Qin Huaiyu flew out upside down and knocked the weapon rack scattered. The ground was full of weapons. Fortunately, he was covered in sandbags and was not injured.
"Yes, from now on, you will practice martial arts with a heavy load." Qin Qiong nodded with satisfaction, which determined Qin Huaiyu''s miserable fate in the future.
"Merton, I hate you!"
On the martial arts field, Qin Huaiyu, who was like a turtle turning over, with his limbs facing the sky, a shield on his back and a gilt hammer on his head, cried out in grief and anger.
"Come on, you boy, don''t go to the three treasures hall without anything. You don''t just come to the door to deliver these sandbags!" Qin Qiong said coldly, looking at mojiazi.
Merton said with a dry smile: "Uncle Qin Mingjian, I''ve heard that brother Huaiyu is practicing martial arts behind closed doors. I''m here to help you. However, martial arts is important to be a master, but it''s the right way to be both civil and military! Brother Huaiyu''s courses in the Imperial college have fallen behind a lot, and Kong Jijiu has urged me many times. Uncle, do you want brother Huaiyu to return to the Imperial College to continue his study?"
Qin Qiong glanced obliquely at Merton, his face full of disbelief, and Kong offered wine to urge him many times? The sour scholar wished Qin Huaiyu, a troublemaker, was not in the Imperial College?
However, looking at Qin Huaiyu''s sandbags and Qin Huaiyu''s hopeful eyes, he nodded slowly.
"You''re not forced by your father. As a general, you must fight in the battlefield in the future, be loyal to your country, and practice martial arts well is your deep-rooted ability to make a life in the future." Qin Qiong said with great sincerity.
Qin Huaiyu suddenly got up, solemnly nodded and said, "I know that I will practice martial arts more frequently in the future."
"Go!" Qin Qiong nodded.
Although Qin Huaiyu is always tossing around with Merton, they are mostly used on the right way. Moreover, Merton sent sandbags and other heavy objects. Qin Huaiyu''s martial arts will be improved in the future.
Seeing that her son has such a good friend, Qin Qiong is also very relieved.
Out of the gate of Qin''s mansion, Qin Huaiyu opened her arms and took a heavy breath of free air. Qin Huaiyu suffocated after practicing martial arts behind closed doors for a period of time.
"Don''t expect me to thank you!" Qin Huaiyu glared at Merton angrily. Although this guy saved himself, he also hurt himself.
"I don''t know the good people!" Merton bah. He can refine his martial arts in the future. Naturally, he won''t die in battle like in his previous life.
"By the way, are there any more sandbags?" Qin Huaiyu suddenly asked.
"Yes? What''s the matter?" Merton didn''t understand.
"Of course, I''m going to save the two guys together." Qin Huaiyu said gnashing his teeth.
How can we let him suffer alone.
"Merton, I hate you!"
Soon, the Duke of Lu and the Duke of Hubei spread sad voices.