Ruthless charge: charge at the designated target range with a gun. The charge will cause physical damage to the target within the range and knock it away. A second charge can be launched within five seconds after the charge, but the enemy will not be knocked away. (No need to consume mana)
Yang Ming rubbed his eyes and confirmed again and again that he had obtained the skill of Han Xin. Suddenly, a lot of information flooded into his mind, like a stone squeezed into the cavernous body.
Yang Ming originally thought that obtaining skills was just a simple use.
But now, he found that he was wrong, and very wrong!
The information that flooded into his mind contained all the information about Han Xin's use of guns, including the types of guns, how to use guns, how to maintain guns, how to use guns against enemies, how to train in normal times, etc.
The gun is one of the ancient Chinese weapons. It is a long-handled stabbing weapon composed of a sharp blade and a stick. It looks similar to a spear, but the handle is longer than the blade. Strictly speaking, it is one of the eighteen weapons, the first of the four famous weapons, and is called the king of all weapons.
The spear evolved from the halberd and the long halberd. The most common ones are the red tassel spear, the white wax spear, the six-in-one spear, the elephant iron spear, the camel dragon spear, etc.
The basic movements are mainly blocking, grabbing, and stabbing. In addition, there are advanced movements such as beating, slamming, wrapping, circling, stabbing, jumping, tapping, picking, and dancing lanterns. They are not easy to control and are commonly known as "year stick, moon knife, long practice spear".
Covering his swollen and painful head, Yang Ming's face changed.
"Huh!"
After a long time, the pain in his head faded, and Yang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was really scared and sweated just now. He almost thought he couldn't stand the information explosion in his head.
"Find a branch and try it out to see how it works?"
Thinking of this, Yang Ming found a pine tree not far away and broke off a branch with force. The branch was slightly longer than an adult's arm, which was just right for Yang Ming to use now.
When he held the branch tightly in his palm and treated it as a spear, a sense of familiarity came to Yang Ming's heart.
This is the instinct from Han Xin's training in the dog days of summer and the coldest days of winter!
After shaking a gun flower, Yang Ming performed one move after another according to the information in his mind. At the beginning, his hands were still unfamiliar, just like a babbling baby learning to walk. After gradually getting better, the speed gradually increased, and finally he was as proficient as Han Xin.
The magic of spearmanship lies in practice. When you are familiar with it, your mind can forget your hands, and your hands can forget the spear; it is perfect and not stagnant, and nothing is more precious than stillness.
When you are still, your mind will not move rashly, and you will be able to handle it easily, change unpredictably, and become infinitely magical. Spears have virtual and real, strange and correct, their advance is sharp, their retreat is fast, and their steps are short; they are as still as a mountain, and as moving as thunder!
There are three types of spears: upper flat, middle flat, and lower flat. The middle flat is the key method, so there is a saying that "the middle flat spear is the king of spears, and the middle point is the most difficult to block."
In spearmanship, in addition to the skills of using the spear, there are also corresponding footwork, which must be light, fast, and steady, so that "the opening step is like the wind, and the sneak step is like a nail."
Yang Ming seemed to be guided by a master, and he was unstoppable. While integrating the footwork, the strength of his waist, legs, arms and wrists gradually merged with the spear.
Spears are courage.
Since ancient times, spearmen have been lucky. Every time they use their spears, they must be prepared to die. Either the enemy dies first, or they die first.
Yang Ming raised his spear, his shoulders trembled slightly, his waist moved with the force, and the force was transmitted from his arm to the tip of the spear. The spear was like a dragon emerging from the water. A little cold light came first, and then the spear came out like a dragon, with a faint whistling sound.
Thanks to Han Xin's decades of experience, although Yang Ming only had a branch in his hand, at this moment, it gave people a sense of sharpness!
Limited by the fact that this body is only a six-year-old child, his physical strength has a limit. After practicing for nearly half an hour, Yang Ming felt that his entire right arm was as heavy as carrying a sandbag, and had to pause.
"Let's practice here today."
Although he was physically tired, Yang Ming's spirit was still very excited.
Carrying the branch on his shoulder, Yang Ming turned and left. On the way back to the village, he ran into Tang San who was coming down the mountain.
Seeing Yang Ming sweating and holding the branch in his hand, Tang San's facial expression was very strange, just like meeting a naughty kid who liked to kick other people's cars. He thought Yang Ming had the same fresh thinking as those naughty kids.
"Yang Ming, are you going to take this branch home?"
"Yes." Yang Ming tilted his head and looked at Tang San in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, as long as you are happy." Tang San's expression became more and more strange.
Yang Ming paused. He was just too tired to react just now. Now he found that Tang San looked at him as if he was a fool. How could he tolerate this?
I am the leader of the Holy Spirit Village!
"Third brother, what is that look in your eyes?" Yang Ming walked towards Tang San, "Tell me about it."
Not to mention that Tang San has Xuantian Gong and his physical fitness is far superior to his peers. Just the fact that he was an adult in his previous life is enough to look down on Yang Ming, who is a little kid in his eyes.
Seeing Yang Ming pressing forward step by step, Tang San was not panicked at all. He smiled and said in a coaxing tone:
"Yang Ming, you'd better go home early, otherwise if you go back late, the village chief will spank you."
Stopping in front of Tang San, seeing that the other party was no less than his own, Yang Ming had a good idea in his mind. He did not underestimate Tang San, the protagonist of the original novel, just because he had just obtained the golden finger. After a while of comparison, he had already made up his mind.
"Third brother, do you want to race with me to see who runs back to the village first?" In order to make Tang San agree, Yang Ming deliberately said: "If you win, I will no longer call you Third Brother, I will call you Third Brother!"
Tang San curled his lips and thought to himself:
It's because you are thick-skinned and have been calling me Third Brother because you have the protection of the village chief. Otherwise, I would have asked you to change your words long ago.
However, Tang San felt very good to be able to make Yang Ming change his words. After all, he didn't want to have an extra brother for no reason.
The two took their positions.
"Three, two, one, run!"
At the moment when Yang Ming finished counting down, Tang San, relying on his Xuantian Gong, raised his legs and jumped up, like a galloping pony, his speed far exceeded his peers, and he left Yang Ming behind in an instant.
Yang Ming didn't care about this result. He used the branch in his hand as a spear, activated his skills, and charged ruthlessly!
With the branch supporting the ground, Yang Ming jumped up like a high jumper, magically drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and landed not far from Tang San.
"This... Who can tell me, what's going on?"
Tang San rubbed his eyes and found that he was not mistaken. Yang Ming actually jumped in front of him in a strange way.
How could this be possible!
Tang San no longer held back, and used Tangmen Qinggong to his heart's content, and soon caught up with Yang Ming.
However, in less than five seconds, Yang Ming repeated the same trick and jumped in front of Tang San again.
The two of them went back and forth, one in front and one behind, until Yang Ming took the lead and landed at the village gate. He grinned at Tang San, who came a step later, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile:
"My stupid brother!"
(End of this chapter)