Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1107 The Great Qin Battle Formation

Use your body as a bow, your spine as a string, and your fist as an arrow.

From pushing off the ground with your feet to generating power through twisting your waist and hips.

Then, the force is released from the fist.

The entire chain is identical to the foundation of the Great Qin Cloak Fist, with only minor differences in the details at the end.

The Bai Shuang clan uses this force to launch a frontal attack, while the Qin Dynasty boxing style uses an arc-shaped force exertion, but their fundamental constitution is the same.

When Zhang Yuan entered the illusion from a million years ago, he did indeed teach the Zhenyue Army the martial arts of the Great Qin Dynasty.

At that time, he just wanted to give the Zhenyue Army more ways to survive.

He never imagined that those rudimentary military boxing techniques would be passed down.

They never imagined that in this secluded Qing Song Realm, these elements would be passed down, deformed, and damaged generation after generation, eventually becoming what the Bai Shuang descendants call "Mountain-Opening Force."

But that wasn't the most alarming thing for him.

This means that the martial arts of the Qin Dynasty and the prehistoric heritage had already intersected in some form millions of years ago.

It's not similar, it's intersecting.

The two rivers met at a certain point in their course, and then flowed independently for millions of years.

Is this also a coincidence?

Or is it that his entry into this illusion from millions of years ago was part of the Celestial Venerable's plan?

He recalled that when he first stepped into the prehistoric world from Tongtian Continent, he always thought that it was the power of the Great Qin Heavenly Dao within his body that was guiding him.

Looking back now, it's probably not that simple.

At that time, he thought he was following the natural order, but now he vaguely feels that he did not choose that path himself.

Someone had already paved the way before he even realized it.

Perhaps only the Celestial Venerable could achieve this.

Zhang Yuan didn't think any further.

Some things can't be figured out just by sitting in a room; you have to walk your own path step by step. He pulled himself out of his thoughts and walked into the open space.

"Tuoba Tie, stop your punch." Zhang Yuan walked to Tuoba Tie's side, raised his hand and pressed down on his right shoulder. "That punch just now, from the waist to the shoulder, the force was off by two points."

"It's not in the shoulder, it's in the hip. You turned your hip too early, and the power was lost before it could be transmitted."

“Ayan, your problem lies in your footwork. When you push off with the balls of your feet, your foundation is too weak, and the force you exert will dissipate.”

"Amu, your breathing isn't keeping up. When you throw a punch, you need to exhale completely. If you don't exhale all your air, your power won't penetrate."

Tuoba Tie was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and pondered. He tried throwing another punch, adjusting the timing of his hip rotation, and the force of the punch was indeed a bit heavier.

He looked up at Zhang Yuan, his face full of disbelief: "Senior, just this one word, 'crotch,' how did you figure it out?"

Zhang Yuan did not explain.

He simply walked to the center of the open space, faced everyone, and slowly made a starting gesture.

That starting stance wasn't the Mountain-Opening Force, nor was it a move from any lineage of the Primordial Era.

That was the most basic introductory fist technique in the Qin army, the starting stance of the Cloak Fist.

The feet are in a bow stance, the body is like a bent bow, and the fists are hidden at the waist.

"Okay."

Zhang Yuan threw a punch.

There was no infusion of true essence, no activation of laws, only pure physical strength.

But the moment the punch was thrown, the air in front of the fist emitted a crisp popping sound.

Gas explosion.

To unleash a burst of energy using pure physical strength.

Tuoba Tie's eyes widened.

Tuoba Yan, who had been standing on the sidelines with his cane, had also appeared at some point, his old eyes fixed on Zhang Yuan's every move.

Zhang Yuan withdrew his fist and turned to the crowd: "From today onwards, if you want to learn the essence of the Mountain-Opening Force, you can. If you want to learn the complete training method of the Mountain-Pulling Lean, you can." "But what I will teach is not just these. You already know the basics of these skills, but you are not using them correctly enough."

“I can help you pick up what you’ve lost. But just picking it up isn’t enough.”

"Your ancestors were able to use these skills to carve out a bloody path on the battlefield millions of years ago. Now that you're trapped in this forest, are you just content to pick up the scraps of your ancestors?"

"Starting today, I will teach you how to use what you know better."

"Then I'll teach you how to combine the skills you already know. If you want to learn, meet me tomorrow at dawn in an open space."

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Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

What Zhang Yuan teaches is not complicated, but everything he teaches gets straight to the point.

He broke down the power path of the "Mountain-Opening Force" into six segments, meticulously analyzing each segment.

The first part is pushing off the ground with the feet, the second part is pushing the knees forward, the third part is twisting the waist and hips, the fourth part is straightening the spine, the fifth part is pressing down the shoulder blades, and the sixth part is releasing force with the fist.

There must be no gaps between the six sections; if any section is slow, the force will dissipate.

If you go too fast in any part, the force will break.

For this one thing alone, Tuoba Tie led dozens of people to practice for three whole days.

From morning till night, they repeated it over and over again, hitting him until his shoulders were so sore he couldn't lift them, but no one told them to stop.

On the morning of the fourth day, Tuoba Tie punched the test stone outside the stockade wall.

The half-person-high bluestone split open in the middle, the crack spreading from the point of stress to the base of the stone, and with a crack, it split in two.

Tuoba Tie looked down at his fist, where only a faint red mark remained.

"it is good!"

The onlookers erupted in thunderous cheers.

Zhang Yuan then taught them battle formations.

He divided the dozens of people into three teams of seven.

There is a specific arrangement among the seven people: the two in the front row hold heavy weapons to face the enemy head-on, the three in the middle row hold long weapons to stab through the gaps, and the two in the back row hold short weapons to protect the flanks and rear.

The three teams did not fight independently, but rather supported each other.

Whichever team is under pressure, the two adjacent teams will immediately flank and support them.

This is the most basic "品" (pin) formation of the Qin infantry.

Simple, rough, and without a trace of fancy design.

But it was this rudimentary battle formation that withstood countless cavalry charges on the battlefields of Kyushu.

This was the first battle formation Zhang Yuan learned when he was in the Red Scale Army.

The old soldier who taught him battle formations once said that even the best formation depends on the people who use it. Formations are static, but people are dynamic. A good soldier is one who can make a static formation dynamic.

After several dozen days of training, these men of the White Frost Clan were beginning to resemble the veterans of the Red Scale Army.

Their strength already far surpasses that of ordinary people; what they lack is the skill to use that strength effectively.

What Zhang Yuan taught them was precisely this crucial point.

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On this morning, Tuoba Yan stood in front of the village gate, leaning on his cane, followed by almost everyone in the village who could move.

The old, the women, and the children all stood in the morning mist, watching the hunting party led by Tuoba Tie leave the village gate.

Dozens of men, clad in leather armor and wielding various weapons, disappeared in orderly fashion at the edge of the dense forest.

Tuoba Shan stood beside Zhang Yuan, holding a newly sharpened short spear in his hand, the tip of which gleamed coldly in the morning light.

"Senior," he lowered his voice, "can they handle it?"

Zhang Yuan didn't answer, he just stared at the dense forest. (End of Chapter)