xymnovel Chapter 41 How to Cut People with a Military Knife
Chapter 41 How to Cut People with a Military Knife
The butcher had taught Chen Jun and Xing Tian for half a month, so he could be considered their instructor. Now, taking this opportunity, he personally taught them the real hard stuff.
It's clear that they really value Chen Jun and Xing Tian and intend to cultivate them into talents.
Chen Jun and Xing Tian could sense the butcher's goodwill and knew that they were very clumsy in using cold weapons, so they listened attentively.
"Although a knife can be used to stab, its best use is to chop, just like when shooting a gun, you not only need to know how to fire in bursts, but also how to fire in single shots."
The slash is frequently used in combat and clearing paths, and its application requires considerable skill.
When you're chopping, don't focus too much on strength; that's wrong. When chopping, the key is speed, not strength.
The faster you cut, the better the result will be; you can get twice the effect with one unit of effort.
Besides speed, attention must also be paid to the angle of entry and the contact angle between the blade and the object; 45 to 60 degrees is optimal.
If the object you strike lands vertically, it means your angle of attack is correct.
The power was concentrated, without diffusion or waste.
If you use 90 degrees as the reference point and slash horizontally, it's as if the knife hits the object, and the weight of the object being slashed will be compressed onto one side of the blade.
Even if you can cut an object in half, the object will be thrown to the side by the force of the cut and will not be able to fall vertically.
According to basic physics, if the object being cut is displaced, some of the force is absorbed, thus affecting the cutting effect.
The butcher explained it in great detail and very clearly; anyone who wasn't a fool could understand it.
"There's a saying in China: 'Strength can overcome skill.' If you're strong enough, can you achieve the same effect without needing to pay attention to angles?"
Chen Jun wasn't nitpicking; he genuinely wanted to ask.
"Chen Jun, I know your strength far surpasses that of ordinary people; even I wouldn't dare compare myself to you. But have you considered this: if you were stronger, and also knew knife skills, wouldn't that mean you had an even higher potential?"
The butcher patiently explained, even giving an example: "The combination of strength and speed, along with skill, can produce destructive power far beyond your imagination."
To prove his point, the butcher demonstrated it himself, hacking at a bare foot with a horizontal chop.
shuh~
A cold glint flashed.
The butcher's knife moved so fast that the blade was completely invisible, and even the prisoners whose feet were being cut off felt nothing.
Chen Jun and Xing Tian could clearly see that a layer of the prisoner's soles had been evenly chipped away.
The slices of flesh from the soles of the feet were so thin that they couldn't fall vertically to the ground; instead, they floated slowly through the air like a sheet of paper.
As the soles of his feet floated down, the prisoner finally realized what was happening, and the pain returned to his brain.
"Ah~~"
The heart-wrenching screams were fleeting; the prisoner immediately fainted from the pain.
The other two prisoners standing nearby turned deathly pale at the sight, their eyes filled with despair, and their bodies began to tremble violently.
"Wow, that's amazing! I'm impressed by that swordsmanship."
Chen Jun was completely convinced and had no further objections to the butcher's knife skills.
As for shaving off a layer from the soles of their feet while they were still alive, wouldn't that be too cruel? After witnessing them torture the family of three, Chen Jun felt no more pity for them.
On the contrary, Xing Tian couldn't accept it, after all, he was only a nineteen-year-old boy in terms of mentality.
"Captain, we shouldn't treat prisoners like this. It's too cruel. I remember there's a Geneva Convention that says we can't mistreat prisoners."
Upon hearing Xing Tian's words, the captain pointed through the door to the village square outside and said, "You should be saying these things to that family of three outside."
"..."
Xing Tian looked at the man whose eyes were bulging out and whose head was half blown off, as well as the woman and child lying on the ground, and did not say another word.
At this moment, Xing Tian learned a profound lesson—
War never follows reason; it only follows who has the strongest fist!
If the wolf pack were to be defeated in the end today, and Xing Tian were to be bound here as a prisoner, those red soldiers wouldn't bother talking to him about Geneva at all.
Hearing Xing Tian's naive words, the butcher felt it necessary to teach him a lesson again.
He walked up to Xing Tian, handed him the knife, and said, "If you can cut ten layers off a person's foot without seeing the bone, then you've passed. I trained a hundred people before I became proficient. You give it a try."
"To train a hundred people before becoming proficient, doesn't that mean... killing a hundred people?" Chen Jun felt a chill in his heart, gaining a deep understanding of the name "Butcher."
Xing Tian looked at the military knife handed to him and smelled the salty, fishy odor emanating from it.
The wildness and reason within me began to clash.
Almost woodenly, he took the knife from the butcher's hand, and stiffly walked like a corpse to the prisoner. After hesitating for a moment, he still raised the knife.
A look of surprise flashed in the butcher's eyes; he hadn't expected Xing Tian to dare to make a move.
Just as Xing Tian was about to bring his sword down, two prisoners of war beside him let out a shrill and terrified scream, which startled Xing Tian awake.
Overwhelmed by intense emotions, he frantically dropped the knife, which felt like a burning hot knife, rushed out, squatted down against the wall, covered his face with his hands, and cried out in fear.
"Well……"
Chen Jun was a little stunned by this scene and didn't know what to do for a moment.
He's not good at comforting grown men.
The butcher and the captain reacted quickly, seemingly having experienced this kind of thing before, and more than once, handling it with practiced ease.
Di Huo walked over and handed Xing Tian a water bottle, letting him drink to calm his mind.
The captain walked over and half-squatted down, patting Xing Tian's back to calm him down, while gently asking, "Why are you crying?"
"I...I'm scared," Xing Tian said in fear.
"What are you afraid of?" the captain continued to ask.
"I'm afraid I'll become a monster, a heinous, deranged killer. I don't want to, and my mom definitely wouldn't like me like that."
"Haven't you become like that yet?"
"But I felt that urge, I could feel myself changing, my body wanted me to cut down, and I almost did just now."
"No, everyone has that impulse, it's wildness. Warriors need wildness. Rabbits can't survive on the battlefield; they're destined to be prey. A clear mind plus wildness—that's what makes a true soldier, and that's what keeps you alive..."
The captain was like a kind patriarch, patiently guiding Xing Tian to become a qualified soldier.
at the same time.
The butcher didn't want to waste any more time dawdling. He picked up the knife Xing Tian had thrown on the ground and handed it to Chen Jun, saying, "Do you want to go up and give it a try? Can you do it? I don't want to see another little crybaby."