The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

These new recruits were sleeping soundly, and were confused by the old soldiers who were called out of the warm quilt to gather, but those who were slow and unwilling, the veterans' fists went up. Although their strikes were different, the new recruits also wailed. They were quickly driven out into the yard.

The cold moon was still hanging high in the sky, and the snow covering the roofs made the surroundings bright. The cold weather made the sleepy recruits shiver.

"Stand straight up for me!" Captain Liu Yidao, fully dressed, stood on the steps and looked at the trembling recruits, feeling extremely happy in his heart.

Back then, they were pulled out of bed by Yang Ling like this. Although he didn't know how to train recruits, he could still follow the example of a gourd.

"Our Deputy Head Yang said it! Sweat more on weekdays and bleed less in wartime! In order for you to survive on the battlefield in the future! So start training from today!"

"that……"

Liu Yidao originally wanted to say something more to boost morale, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to say next, so he just waved his hand: "Run ten kilometers first!"

After hearing Liu Yidao's order, the veterans and platoon leaders in the company immediately took action.

"Listen to my password in a row! All turn back!"

"Stand up straight in the second row! Turn one after the other!"

……

These squad leaders had subtly learned a lot during training in Yang Ling these days, and they all shouted orders in a decent manner at this moment.

Before these recruits could figure out the situation, they were pulled out of the station by their officers, and their nightmare began.

"One, two, one! Keep up with me! Whoever falls behind will cancel breakfast!"

When Liu Yidao and his company's more than 100 brothers ran out of the camp in line, Wang Meng, who was stationed at the west end of the town, also came over shouting slogans.

At the same time, the recruits of each battalion were also pulled out by their commanders one after another, and started a competition-like training in the morning before dawn.

"Brothers! Look at how energetic they are!" Liu Yidao looked at Wang Meng's company running neatly and shouting slogans loudly, and then looked back at the sleepy recruits in his company. be compared.

He also shouted: "One two one! Follow me!"

"One two one,"

"Damn it, haven't you eaten yet! Make your voice louder!"

"One-two-one! One-two-one!"

Liu Yidao's company also started running shouting the slogan of shaking the sky, and the rest of the company were not far behind, shouting slogans one after another, and the town became noisy.

"These guys really don't make people sleep well."

Yang Ling, the deputy head, was still sleeping, but was woken up by the sound of the waves outside.

These battalion and company commanders were all trained by Yang Ling, and they all completely inherited Yang Ling's style of carrots and sticks.

The recruits who had just been recruited did not understand what was going on, so they started cruel training subjects, allowing these recruits to experience what is called devil training for the first time.

Yang Ling looked at the battalion and company commanders who turned over and sang, tossing the recruits vigorously, screaming at the training of the recruits, and he was also happy to be the shopkeeper, leaving the training completely to them.

Time passed day by day, and under the rigorous training, those immature recruits changed day by day, their morale was high, and they also had the temperament of a soldier. Yang Ling believed that as long as they were dragged to the battlefield to fight a few battles, they would definitely become elites.

During the days when Yang Ling and the others were training new recruits, the acting regiment leader Ji Hongru, who was injured in the defense of Nanjing, also returned from his injury.

However, Ji Hongru did not return to the 301st Regiment as the head, but was transferred to the 302nd Regiment as the head, and the 301st Regiment continued to be commanded by Yang Ling, the acting deputy head.

Text Chapter 345 Competition!

Yang Ling trained the recruits in a way of bringing the old with the new. After just two weeks of intensive training, the immature recruits also became tough. .

Although these recruits look decent and have the appearance of soldiers, compared with those veterans who waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they still lack a fierce murderous aura in their bones.

Yang Ling knew that no matter how cruel and strict the training was, these recruits could only get close to a soldier infinitely, but if they really wanted to become a real soldier, they had to go through the baptism of blood and fire in war. Two battles, and survived, then these recruits are truly mature and qualified.

The battlefield is the best training ground, and Yang Ling hopes that through the rigorous training in the early stage, these brothers can have enough strength to set foot on the final training ground, and he will be satisfied if more people survive.

Training is boring and tedious, especially the same type of training is a test of patience. Many recruits practice chopping and stabbing, at least repeating thousands of knives every day. At first they were very serious, excited and curious, but as time went by Over time, this constant repetition bores many recruits.

Some recruits complained during the break: "I know how to chop and stab, and I still practice so many times a day. Isn't this tossing people?"

"We know it, why don't you tell the company commander, let's change to another training subject." The recruits around also nodded in agreement.

Although Yang Ling, the deputy head of the regiment, delegated the training to battalion-level officers and no longer personally trained the recruits, he was still active on the training ground, supervising the training of the recruits.

And the complaints of these recruits were just heard by Yang Ling.

"You think you know it all?" Yang Ling asked.

When the recruits heard someone interrupt, they turned their heads and saw Yang Ling with a serious face walking behind them at some point.

"Mr. Yang—" The recruits hurriedly got up and stood at attention to salute Yang Ling.

Yang Ling also politely returned the salute to them, and he continued: "Please answer me, do you think you have learned and are very good at stabbing?"

The recruits had just complained and were heard by the officer Yang Ling. At this moment, they felt guilty and seemed a little embarrassed. They kept silent and lowered their heads, not daring to meet Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's tone was serious: "Stand at attention! Raise your head, a soldier must act like a soldier!"

Hearing Yang Ling's scolding, several recruits subconsciously raised their heads and stood at attention.

"You answer my question." Yang Ling pointed to one of the burly recruits.

The recruit faltered for a long time before saying: "Mr. Yang, we have practiced bayonet fighting for two days, and our hands are sore. In fact, we have already learned it. I don't think there is any need to continue practicing... ..."

Hearing this strong recruit's answer, Yang Ling turned his head to the other recruits and asked, "You think so too, you've learned it."

"Yes," the recruits nodded in agreement.

"You say you've learned it, but what you say doesn't count. It's the mule or Madeira who came out for a walk." Yang Ling shouted to the orderly behind him, "Tiger!"

"Here!" Huzi stepped forward and replied loudly.

"Use the bayonet and test them."

Seeing these young recruits, Huzi sneered and said loudly, "Yes!"

Yang Ling quickly ordered the brothers in the regiment to stop training and let them watch the battle between his orderly and a few recruits. He also intentionally dampened the arrogance of these recruits.

Although the five recruits were dragged up to the competition by Yang Ling, they were all motivated.

It's not in vain that they have been training for two days. Besides, there is only one person on the other side, so they are not afraid at all, to the point that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. I want Yang Ling to see that they really learned how to fight.

"Brothers, don't be afraid, he's just putting on airs, we'll fight back, don't be afraid of him!"

The stronger recruit saw Yang Ling's orderly Hu Zi standing there steadily, cheering up the four companions behind him.