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Jing Chunxi asked, "Uncle Jing said the additional training is mountain climbing?"

Jing Yi didn't seem to have any intention of bringing them to disturb the soldiers, or maybe there were no soldiers living in those houses now.

"When Xiao Man comes here, someone will practice fighting with him. I'll teach you how to throw later."

Fortunately, Jing Chunxi didn’t want to practice the kind of fighting that required brute force.

Suddenly, a little curiosity emerged: "Are you in charge of the Iron Eagle Camp?"

Unexpectedly, this sentence made Jing Yi a little stunned at first, then a little sad, and his answer was very brief: "Only some of them came with us."

It was obvious that he was feeling sad for the brothers who stayed in the Northern Frontier, or maybe his Iron Eagle Camp no longer existed. Jing Chunxi didn't dare to ask any more questions. He usually seemed so cold, but he didn't expect that he could be so kind-hearted.

Xiao Man did not interrupt when the two were talking, and he was aware that he was seven or eight steps away from them. He even turned his face to the other side. I just don't know if his hearing was good.

When they returned to the practice field, Jing Yi led them to a corner at the far end, pointed at a few large trees in front, and said, "Do you see the targets up there?"

On about seven or eight trees in front, slightly taller than an adult man, there is a round target made of a thick wooden board. Circles are painted on it with red paint. The circles get smaller as they go inward, and in the middle is a red center the size of a pigeon egg.

One or two darts that have not been pulled out can still be seen on the target.

Just say you're practicing darts! Why say you're practicing throwing? Jing Chunxi was frustrated by the general's flowery words.

When Xiaoman saw the target, she couldn't keep her feet still. She wandered around under several trees, looking to see if there were any darts fallen under the target, wanting to try her hand at it.

Fortunately, he picked up a dart, and he immediately found a place to stand, eager to try, and soon threw the dart out, but the result surprised him. After the dart was thrown, the target in front of him was still empty, and even the dart he had thrown disappeared.

Jing Chunxi: "Ha! Haha!" He laughed so hard that he was already tired. After laughing for a while, he had no strength left and simply squatted down.

Xiaoman: ...

I feel hopeless inside, but I can't show it on the surface.

Jing Yi didn't laugh, his face still serious: "Don't be reckless in doing anything. If darts could be learned so quickly, there wouldn't be any deaths out there."

He took a few steps forward and, bending down, discovered a neatly stacked bundle of rice straw on the stone in front of him. Another bundle looked like thatch, but both had been partially chopped off, leaving only the harder root section less than half a foot long.

Jing Yi pulled out a straw at random, tested the hardness of the root with his fingers, and said, "Watch me!"

There were three lines drawn on the ground with lime. He stood at the center line. He estimated the target was at least eight or nine feet away, and the distance to the front horizontal line was about six feet.

He stood still and exhaled heavily. Then, pinching the top of the straw, he bent his right arm and raised it. He turned slightly sideways, stepped one foot back, and swung the back of his foot forward with his right arm to test it several times.

The straw flew out of his hand for the last time, and the light straw rushed straight towards the target at the speed of an arrow with amazing power.

Although the straw fell straight down as soon as it touched the target, Jing Chunxi and Xiaoman both clearly saw that the straw had touched the red heart in the middle.

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but applaud, not stingy at all: "Master is great! Master is awesome."

Xiaoman grinned beside him and clapped her hands as well, but without making any sound.

Jing Yi acted as if he didn't hear anything and didn't give them any response.

Then he walked forward to the white line in front, then took two more steps forward, stopped less than three feet in front of the target, and drew a line at that position with his toes: "You run here every day and practice throwing with straw for half an hour.

Keep practicing until you can hit the bull's eye from here, then you can practice with darts."

After hearing this, the two men became excited. Each of them picked up a few pieces of straw or thatch and stood in front of a target.

The throwing was full of enthusiasm, but soon turned into complaints.

"what!"

"That's it!"

"It must be the wind."

"How is that possible? I clearly..."

……

But most of the voices belong to Jing Chunxi.

After throwing more than a dozen straws in a row, they realized that practicing this was no easier than dodging steel balls. The straws did not move in the direction they expected after being thrown. They would fall down before half a foot away, or they would deviate to the other side.

Most of them fell down as soon as they made a move. They didn't give them any face and didn't listen to their orders.

Not to mention Jing Chunxi, the straws also bullied Li Xiaoman. He was not much better than Jing Chunxi. Anyway, no straw was thrown more than two feet. The straws couldn't even find the edge of the target, let alone the bull's eye.

"It's not easy, is it? This not only tests your accuracy and strength, but also your concentration and your instantaneous explosive power. Without patience and endurance, it won't work.

That's all for today, I hope you can all switch to darts in ten days.

The training schedule from now on will be the same as today. After running, go back and rest. Then, set out here at noon to continue training. Then, return to the village and practice dodging steel balls for another half an hour."

"Ten days? How is that possible?" Jing Chunxi was howling in his heart, but Xiaoman was calm and he still remembered that he still had fighting practice.

Jing Chunxi wasn't sure if his mother knew the truth about the current situation on Daqing Mountain. He only knew that she took Tang Shuang for a run every day. He also heard from Hongfen that Jing Yi would occasionally come to teach her some simple fighting moves, but it was obviously not very effective.

She doesn't care even if her mother doesn't say anything. As long as everyone in the family knows how to make progress and knows that they can't rely on anyone alone, it's a good thing.