The guerrilla camp was pieced together from many disabled companies. The composition of the soldiers was complex and the cohesion was not strong, but Yang Ling did not have enough time to train.
Now he is the battalion commander of the guerrilla battalion and their commander. With the pressure of his official position, these soldiers have to obey his orders to fight and fight with their lives even if they are unwilling.
But Yang Ling knew that it was possible to rely on official rank to make subordinates obey orders in the rear, but it was not feasible in the frontline troops because he could never get the true loyalty of the soldiers.
Once the city of Nanjing is destroyed and order collapses, these brothers will all want to scramble for their lives in the face of life and death. I am afraid that my orders as a commander will not be effective.
In order to avoid this happening, there is only one way. Only by treating these soldiers as brothers who share life and death, get along with them, blend in with them, and gain their respect and recognition instead of relying on their official rank to make them obey orders. Only in this way can we survive in difficult times.
In such an environment, they will follow you to the death and will not scatter.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, Yang Ling just said one thing, that is, he, Yang Ling, would live and die with them and treat them as brothers, not subordinates.
In fact, these brothers do not have high requirements. They only need an officer who can share their hearts and minds and can lead them to victory. Because they have been abandoned countless times by officers who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and they are really scared.
Now that the commander Yang Ling has expressed his stance, he has also obtained countless sophisticated weapons for them. What Yang Ling has done has convinced them and made them feel at ease. This also made them feel that following Yang Ling was right and they followed him willingly. At least
I won't let them die in vain.
"Those who can shoot machine guns raise their hands!"
Yang Ling's voice was still loud and clear. Seeing how confident he was as a commander, the worries and fears of the brothers in the guerrilla camp also disappeared invisibly.
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, a brother raised his hand: "Sir Yang, I am from the Guangxi Army, and I can shoot machine guns!"
"Sir Yang, I used to be from the Northeastern Army. I have been shooting machine guns for five years!" The former brother from the Northeastern Army raised his hand not to be outdone.
"Me too!" Many people in the crowd shouted and raised their hands.
Seeing these brothers signing up so enthusiastically, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. Their willingness to raise their hands meant that they were willing to live and die with him and to sacrifice their lives for him, otherwise they could remain silent.
"All those who can shoot machine guns, come out and get the machine guns over there!" Yang Ling pointed to the side and ordered.
This time he deliberately brought back twenty-five Czech light machine guns. He intended to form a machine gun company to enhance the firepower output of the guerrilla battalion.
There are more than 30 people who can shoot machine guns. Most of them are from the Guangxi Army and the Northeast Army, and there are also a few former German weapon masters. Their original troops have good equipment, so many of them can shoot machine guns.
Yang Ling transferred more than 100 people to the machine gun company to serve as deputy shooters and ammunition carriers.
"Blacksmith, I'll leave the machine gun company to you so that they can get familiar with it and form combat effectiveness as soon as possible." Yang Ling handed over the machine gun company to the blacksmith, a strong man like an iron tower.
"yes!"
When the blacksmith saw Yang Ling hand over the machine gun battery to him, he knew it was a sign of trust in him, and he felt happy and agreed loudly.
"The rest of you, throw away all the messy guns in your hands and replace them with 79 rifles!" Yang Ling turned around and ordered the remaining people.
"Sir, my gun is working well, why do I need to change it?"
Some people asked in confusion. After all, you have been shooting a gun for a long time and you are familiar with it. It is easier to get started than buying a new gun.
Yang Ling also explained patiently: "Brothers, our guns are of all kinds, and the bullet types are also in a mess. You said that on the battlefield, if you can't find the right bullets for the guns in your hands, wouldn't they become fire sticks?
Then how can we fight the Japanese? If we use a unified 79 rifle, wouldn't it be more convenient for ammunition replenishment and maintenance? Do you think so?"
When the brothers heard Yang Ling's explanation, they also felt that it made sense. Although the guns in their hands had been used for a long time, they were also troubled because they often couldn't find suitable bullets. But now they have all changed to 79 rifles. The bullets are
There is no need to worry about the problem.
"Brothers, let's not waste all the efforts of the battalion commander and change the guns for me!" Company Commander Wang Huzi said and took the lead in changing the guns.
When the brothers saw someone taking the lead, they reluctantly put down the rifles they had used for a long time and replaced them with new 79 rifles.
Yang Ling brought back countless guns and ammunition this time, and the entire guerrilla camp could be regarded as replacing guns with cannons. The brand-new weapons and equipment, and the bulging ammunition bags around their waists, made them energetic.
"Why are we, Chief Yang, so powerful? We have brought back so many good guns. You can see that this gun is probably 80% new." A brother was fondling the new gun he had received and couldn't put it down.
A veteran patted the recruit on the shoulder and said: "It is your blessing to meet someone like Commander Yang in eight lifetimes. Follow Commander Yang to fight the Japanese. He will not treat us badly."
The brothers exchanged a shot for a gun, and they were naturally happy in their hearts. They were happy that they could meet such a good leader. These brothers at the bottom did not understand any big principles. There was only one thing, which was that they would sacrifice their lives for whoever was good to them.
The guerrilla camp replenished weapons and ammunition, and Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. With these weapons and equipment, he would not be left behind even if he encountered elite Japanese troops. More importantly, with better weapons and stronger firepower,
The combat effectiveness has also increased.
Yang Ling took advantage of the time when the brothers were familiar with the new guns and went to the field hospital to find Zhang Hongying to get some bandages for the wounds.
Zhang Hongying started to be very busy again. Wounded soldiers from the front line were constantly being sent down, leaving her with almost no chance to exchange greetings with Yang Ling. She only said a few words in a hurry.
"Bullets don't have eyes on the battlefield, you have to be careful." Zhang Hongying heard that Yang Ling and the others might be going to the battlefield again, her little face was full of worry.
Yang Ling laughed and didn't care: "It's okay, the bullet that wants to kill me hasn't been made yet."
"You just talk so much." Zhang Hongying was also amused by Yang Ling and laughed and scolded, "If you get hurt by then, I won't care about you."
"Then I'll just wait to die?" Yang Ling also laughed.
Zhang Hongying smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, she asked Yang Ling to wait, then turned around and got into the house.
Soon he took out a lunch box and stuffed it into Yang Ling's hand: "Here are some boiled eggs for our medical soldiers. Eat them while they're hot."
Yang Ling was about to refuse when someone in the room called Zhang Hongying and she had to go back to continue helping.
"I'm going to get busy first, please remember to pay attention to your safety." Zhang Hongying smiled, turned around and got into the house.
Yang Ling's lips moved, trying to say something, but eventually it turned into a sigh.