Liu Yidao was not polite at all to these crooked veterans, and even hit and kicked them to correct their standing posture. The veterans were afraid of Yang Ling standing in front of them, and although they glared angrily, they did not dare to say a word.
The effect was immediate. After Liu Yidao's purge, the team of four hundred people, although their uniforms were in tatters, stood neatly in the open space compared to the decadent and sloppy appearance just now. The team's momentum changed accordingly.
A bit of a chilling atmosphere.
As the saying goes, what kind of commander leads what kind of soldiers? The temperament of the commander determines the temperament of his subordinates. If you encounter a weak and incompetent commander, the combat effectiveness of the troops will not be much stronger. If you meet a commander who is like a wolf and a tiger, then the troops will be under subtle influence.
Under the influence, the team will definitely become stronger.
Nowadays, the National Revolutionary Army has many factions, which are divided into the Central Army and the Provincial Army, as well as direct factions and miscellaneous factions. Although they are all dispatched by the central government, the combat effectiveness of each army is uneven. Although they can unite to fight bloody battles against the Japanese
, but in general, it lacks cohesion and military spirit.
An army without a soul is nothing but scattered sand, especially since these stragglers were originally affiliated with various units. Once they encounter a strong enemy attack, they are likely to collapse at the first touch. If Yang Ling wants them to have combat effectiveness, he must twist them into a rope and tie them up.
The hearts are united.
Although the military soul of the army needs to be formed in long-term battles and is different, good discipline is undoubtedly the simplest and most convenient method. As long as there is a common temperament, it will be easier to form cohesion.
Although the guerrilla camp has not been established for a long time, Liu Yidao and his old brothers are already very different from before. Not only have their sense of discipline and execution ability improved, but they no longer want to escape first when encountering an enemy. Instead, they are not afraid of powerful enemies and have
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave man wins with the spirit of bright sword!
Now that the military situation is urgent, Yang Ling doesn't have much time to explain the truth to these newly recruited brothers who have entered the guerrilla camp. The military spirit is also cultivated over a long period of time and cannot be achieved overnight.
What Yang Ling wants them to do now is nothing more than to give them a sense of discipline and the ability to obey and execute, because only in this way can this loose sand be united in a short period of time.
"My name is Yang Ling, the commander of the guerrilla camp. From today on, you will be the soldiers of our guerrilla camp!" Yang Ling's voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly by every brother.
"I don't care which army you came from before, but when you join my guerrilla camp, you must abide by the rules of my guerrilla camp. My only requirement is to obey it unconditionally! I, Yang Ling, can't stand it in my eyes. Anyone who violates the rules will be punished."
You bear the consequences at your own risk!”
"Do you understand?" Yang Ling didn't say anything big. He knew clearly that it would be useless if he said it, so he kept it simple.
"Understood." The students who volunteered to serve as soldiers answered loudly, but the skirmishers were weak.
When Yang Ling saw a straggler responding lazily, he put his head in front of him and roared loudly: "Do you understand?!"
The straggler was frightened by Yang Ling. Yang Ling's murderous eyes made him feel scared, and he hurriedly replied loudly: "Understood!"
Yang Ling's strength and fierceness made Wang Huzi and others feel awe-inspiring. They knew that this officer was not easy to get along with, so they put away their careless thoughts.
Of course, Yang Ling would not just rely on his status as a commander to force these newly recruited brothers into the camp. He still understood the principle of stick and carrot, so after disbanding the team, he immediately ordered Liu Yidao to take money to buy meat.
Although Takahashimon is now on the front line of the war, as the saying goes, money can make all the difference, and he still got a lot of meat back.
These stragglers and students are the ones that grandma doesn't care for and uncles don't love. In this shelter, they only eat rice soaked in salt water or grain cakes every day. They don't even bother to eat. When they see the meat brought back by Liu Yidao, his eyes suddenly light up.
Swallow your saliva.
"Brothers, you follow me, Yang Ling, to fight. As long as you obey orders and fight bravely, I, Yang Ling, will never treat you badly!" Yang Ling waved to Liu Yidao proudly: "Share the meat for the brothers!"
These veterans only served as soldiers to eat food. Although Yang Ling looked fierce when he spoke, now he understood their difficulties and got them food, and he immediately won over most of their hearts.
Of course, Yang Ling's methods were not limited to these. While the veterans were devouring their food, he began to pat the brother on the shoulder and encourage him a few words. Then he sat down with the brother to chat about daily life, and asked where his hometown was and what else he had at home.
How many people are there?
Yang Ling's inadvertent actions narrowed the distance between him and these brothers, making them feel that they were a real, flesh-and-blood officer, rather than a superior officer, and the relationship between the two parties quickly became closer.
When Wang Huzi and the others heard that Yang Ling had fought a bloody battle against the Japanese in Shanghai a month ago, they felt a little more in awe of Yang Ling. Being able to come back alive from such a bloody battlefield was worthy of respect.
"On the way back, our battalion commander also led us to destroy the Japanese cavalry, kill the Japanese colonel, and kill the Japanese general..."
Liu Yidao also had no control over his words. He talked about Yang Ling's deeds in a loud voice, which made the students all excited and looked at Yang Ling differently.
Yang Ling neither admitted nor denied what Liu Yidao said, but just smiled and chatted cordially with his brothers, and this calmness of being unfazed by humiliation made him shrouded in a sense of mystery. If ordinary people get so much credit,
The tail is no longer raised to the sky, but look at how calm their battalion commander is.
"Although our guerrilla camp has only been established for a short time, it has fought hard battles. When we were in Jiangyin, we fought back and killed more than two hundred Japanese." Qin Shou and Liu Yidao had the same virtues and began to promote the history of the guerrilla camp.
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The effect is obvious. Originally, these stragglers didn't have much feeling for the name of the guerrilla camp, it was just an ordinary camp leader. But now that they heard that there was such a powerful officer with a story and the guerrilla camp had such a glorious history, they suddenly felt
It's different now, I have a sense of honor in my heart.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Yang Ling stood up and spoke: "Brothers, we were defeated in the hands of the Japs in Shanghai. We lost a lot of cities in this retreat. I know many people said that we can't fight. They said
We don’t deserve to be soldiers, I want to say that’s all bullshit!”
Yang Ling suddenly raised his voice: "We lost Shanghai, but the little devils didn't get any favors either! We defeated their ambition to destroy our country in March! We also made them bleed like rivers in Shanghai! Now they are fighting all the way to our capital.
Nanjing, do you think we can surrender?"
"No," Yang Ling continued: "If Nanjing falls, the capital will fall. If the capital falls, the country will be destroyed. If the country is destroyed, the family will be destroyed! Then we will really be slaves to the country. Now more than 100,000 of our brothers are fighting with their last ditch. How can we still survive?"
There are 40 million compatriots watching us, we must pick up our guns, muster up the courage, fight to the end with the little devils, and live or die with me, China!"
"We will fight to the death!"
Wang Huzi's eyes filled with tears when he heard this. He raised his arms and roared. The brothers also roared, and soon they became a huge wave of sound that swept through the shelter. This sound was full of Chinese soldiers protecting their homes and country.