The weapon of the country

At eight o'clock in the morning, they returned to the base on time.

Shen Han changed into a military uniform, and when he left the dormitory, he happened to meet Zhuang Ye, "Colonel Zhuang, good morning."

Zhuang Ye also chuckled, "Good morning."

"You're in a good mood, I guess something happened over the holidays that put you in a particularly lighthearted mood?"

"I went to see my mother, she was in good spirits that day, I was very happy. And then..."

"Have you had an affair?"

Zhuang Ye blushed a little, Shen Han smiled secretly, and patted him on the shoulder like an elder, "This is normal, we are all like this. The time in the base is too long, and it is difficult to maintain a stable relationship. If there is an affair, seize the opportunity."

Zhuang Ye nodded embarrassingly, and Shen Han smiled again, "Maybe on some holiday, we can go out for a few drinks together."

"...Really?" Zhuang Ye hesitated, but his eyes sparkled.

Shen Han walked in a different direction from him, "Of course, I'm looking forward to going out for a few drinks with you, as long as it doesn't disturb your holiday date."

Although he is worried about his relationship with Zhuang Ye, Shen Han also enjoys dividing himself in two. When it is not "Qi Ming", he stays out of the matter and molested Little Swan, watching Zhuang Ye in a mess.

However, the good times did not last long, and the situation took a turning point this afternoon.

On the training ground, the tall female captain had a clear goal, "I heard that you are a master fencer, and I have always wanted to ask for advice."

Of course, Shen Han would not refuse, he made a gesture of invitation, and the rapier with two fronts was held up by the excited sergeant.

Other people on the training ground gathered happily in a circle. The ceremonial sword worn on the military uniform has become a decoration, and fencing is more like a wonderful performance than confrontation.

A man and a woman in the field took off their military jackets, their upper bodies were white military shirts, and they held a sword in one hand. The distance between them was only half an arm, and the narrow and bright swords reflected the bridges of each other's noses.Then turn around neatly, turn your back on it, take one, two, three steps in a big stride, and turn around.

"Three——" The voices of the two people began to count down at the same time, and loud shouts erupted around them.

"two--"

"one--"

The two thin swords collided, "Pay attention to your steps!" Shen Han reminded.

Qian Ning retreated as soon as he touched him, and stabilized his upper body, the silver sword stabbed out like a snake in attack.

Her sword was thrown away as soon as she stabbed out, and the two swords entangled endlessly. In the next ten minutes, a series of collision sounds were heard, followed by the sound of piercing metal friction.

Qian Ning frowned, his palms were soaked in sweat, and the slender fingers on the hilt of the sword were tightened tightly, but the tiger's mouth was already numb.

"Don't fall in love!"

The female captain woke up suddenly, and quickly retreated like a vigorous antelope.But it was too late, and Jian Feng lightly touched his shoulder.

With a "clang", the female captain clenched her teeth, and the sword in her hand was thrown away.

Throwing the sword to the ground is an expression of admitting defeat. The victory of fencing does not need to be exhausted to distinguish, and picking down the opponent's sword is a complete victory.But a complete victory is always rare. In a fencing contest, whoever can make the opponent bleed first, even if it is only a few drops, as long as the blood falls to the ground, the other party wins.

Cheers erupted from all sides, and Qian Ning's chest rose and fell rapidly. The blow just now could have stabbed her on the shoulder.

According to etiquette, after the winner is determined, the fencing sides approach each other and nod each other.Shen Han's shirt was wet with sweat, and he nodded with a smile, "Your fencing is very good."

"There is still a gap between the best and the best." She nodded back, her curly black hair was wet with sweat, and stuck to her thin cheeks.She is obviously a beauty, but she spoke harshly against herself, "Next time, please don't stop. The loser should bleed."

Really impressive.No one around heard her whisper, the female captain bent down to pick up the coat, took a step back to salute Shen Han, and exited from the lively crowd.

She has a straight back, Shen Han thought, pushing himself to the limit, no wonder she can get a good ranking among a pack of wolf-like men.

A soldier brought him a coat, Shen Han smiled and said thank you.

The crowd parted suddenly, Zhuang Ye hesitated and stepped forward, his fair cheeks flushed slightly, "I also want to ask you for advice."

He was pushed forward by the officer who was booing from behind, and almost bumped into Shen Han. He stood still shyly, his bright eyes revealing expectation.

Shen Han laughed, "To be honest, your fencing teacher is already very good."

For a soldier like him, fencing is not learned in a military academy, but has a teacher at home since he was a child.

"That's different." Zhuang Ye said softly, he stood upright humbly but proudly, "I want to learn from the best."

The back of Shen Han's shirt was soaked with sweat, Zhuang Ye said, "I can wait for you to rest and recover."

"I'm not that old yet." He flipped his wrist, and the tip of the sword turned 180 degrees from downward to upward, and turned into a ready position holding the sword in front of his chest. "I have an advantage over you. I warmed up in the previous round." gone."

From the first collision of the sword tips, the shouts of the onlookers almost overturned the training ground.

The fencing demonstration of the inspector and the female captain is one thing, but the duel between the inspector and the staff officer is another.

Except for the captain of the base, the two highest-ranking officers in this base personally performed the drill, which will become the talk of the base in the next few days.

It was totally different from the last one, Shen Han's offensive was full of wind, and the sound of a series of sword-tip collisions was like thunderbolts exploding, or like small lightning bolts, each time arousing raindrops of applause from the crowd.

The direction where the sword tips collided was different every time, and the point of impact jumped all over Zhuang Ye's body, and Zhuang Ye changed his posture and steps again and again to block it.

"Attack, don't defend!"

Zhuang Ye was shocked suddenly, and the tip of the sword pressed against his shoulder. He seemed to be folded in half from the middle.

His lung cavity was squeezed painfully, but he forced himself to return to the attacking posture, and this time he finally took the initiative to attack.

The tip of the sword was lifted lightly by Shen Han, his physical strength was only enough to attack this time, instead of retreating quickly, he leaned forward, grasped the sword and slashed forward with all his strength——

Shen Han's sword, which was supposed to block him, suddenly disappeared, with a crisp sound of metal breaking.Zhuang Ye came back to his senses, trembling with fear, and cold sweat immediately flowed down his back.

Shen Han had already fallen to the ground with him, and took the initiative to cushion him.

He committed the taboo of fencing: fencing can only pierce, not chop.The sword used for fencing was hard and thin, and it might break if slashed vigorously. The distance between them was close to hand-to-hand combat, and the two swords shattered between their chests. The consequences would be disastrous.

So Shen Han drew his sword away at a critical moment and used the sword to support the ground with his backhand. The sword couldn't bear the weight of the two of them and broke into three pieces.

And the sword that I didn't have time to retract pressed on Shen Han's body, and a wound about one centimeter deep was cut vertically between his chest and abdomen. The flesh was opened, and blood was slowly oozing out, spreading on the military uniform shirt.

But the moment he threw himself into Shen Han's arms and pressed against his chest, Zhuang Ye was struck by a strong sense of familiarity.

He subconsciously said, "Qiming..."