Yang Ling trains new recruits in a way where the old leads the new. After just two weeks of intensive training, the originally immature recruits have become tough.
Although these new recruits look decent and have the appearance of soldiers, compared with the veterans who waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they still lack a sharp murderous spirit in their bones.
Yang Ling knew that no matter how cruel and strict the training was, these recruits could only get closer to being a soldier. But if they really wanted to become a real soldier, they would have to go through the baptism of blood and fire of war.
After two battles and surviving, these recruits can be considered truly mature and qualified.
The battlefield is the best training ground, and Yang Ling hopes that through rigorous early training, these brothers will be strong enough to step onto the final training ground. If more of them can survive, he will be satisfied.
Training is boring and tedious, especially the same training that tests people's patience. Many recruits practice stabbing and repeat at least thousands of stabs every day. At the beginning, they were very serious, excited and curious, but as time goes by
As time went by, this continuous repetition made many recruits feel bored.
Some recruits complained during the break: "I know how to stab, and I still practice so many times a day. Isn't this frustrating?"
"We know how to do it, why don't we tell the company commander, let's change to the next training subject." The surrounding recruits also nodded in agreement.
Although Yang Ling, the acting deputy regimental commander, has decentralized training to battalion and company-level officers and no longer personally trains new recruits, he is still active on the training ground and supervises the training of new recruits.
Yang Ling listened to the complaints of these new recruits.
"Do you think you know it all?" Yang Ling asked.
When these recruits heard someone interrupting, they turned around and saw Yang Ling with a serious face walking behind them at some point.
"Sir Yang——" The recruits scrambled to their feet and stood at attention to salute Yang Ling.
Yang Ling responded politely to them, and continued: "Please answer me, do you think you have learned how to do stabbing and are very good at it?"
The recruits had just complained and were overheard by the commander Yang Ling. At this moment, they felt guilty and seemed a little embarrassed. They remained silent and lowered their heads, not daring to look at Yang Ling.
Yang Ling's tone was serious: "Stand at attention! Raise your head. When you are a soldier, you must look like a soldier!"
When several recruits heard Yang Ling's scolding, they subconsciously stood at attention with their heads held high.
"Answer my question." Yang Ling pointed at one of the sturdy recruits and said.
The recruit hesitated for a long time before saying: "Sir Yang, we have been practicing bayonet fighting for two days, and our hands are sore from doing it. In fact, we have all learned it. I think there is no need to continue practicing...
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Hearing the answer from this sturdy recruit, Yang Ling turned his head to the other recruits and asked, "You think so too. I've learned."
"Yeah," the recruits all nodded in agreement.
"You say you have learned it, but it doesn't matter what you say. You will know whether it is a mule or a horse who has to be dragged out for a walk." Yang Ling shouted to the orderly behind him: "Huzi!"
"Arrived!" Huzi stepped forward and replied loudly.
"Put on the bayonet and test them."
When Huzi saw these young recruits, he sneered at the corner of his mouth and said loudly: "Yes!"
Yang Ling quickly ordered all the brothers in the regiment to stop training and let them watch the stabbing competition between his orderlies and several new recruits. He also intended to dampen the pride of these new recruits.
Although the five recruits were forced to compete by Yang Ling, they were still very motivated.
Their training for the past two days was not in vain. Besides, there was only one person on the other side, so they were not afraid at all. It was as if newborn calves were not afraid of tigers. They wanted to show Yang Ling that they had really learned how to stab.
"Brothers, don't be afraid, he is just showing off, we can also fight, don't be afraid of him!"
The relatively sturdy recruit saw Yang Ling's orderly Hu Zi standing there steadily, cheering up the four companions behind him.
Yang Ling's orderly Huzi also came down from the battlefield. As Yang Ling's personal guard and orderly, he followed Yang Ling in hand-to-hand combat with the Japs several times. He had no less than ten knife wounds on his body, so he didn't pay attention to the new recruits Danzi at all.
The brothers of the whole regiment surrounded the open space for the competition, three floors inside and three floors outside. The recruits had been trained terribly by the veterans these days, and they had long been angry. When they saw the recruits challenging the veterans, they waved their arms one by one.
Shouting to throw him down! Knock him out! Cheer for the new recruits.
The veterans folded their arms and watched the joke. Although this tiger was just an orderly, he was also a ruthless man on the battlefield. When his bayonet was blocked by the Japanese, he bit off the Japanese soldier's nose and killed the Japanese soldier in reverse.
A Japs wanted to kill him, so how could a few recruits be his opponents?
The sturdier recruit stepped forward, holding a sharp bayonet in both hands, and stood ten meters away from Hu Zi. He was already preparing to be the first one.
Orderly Huzi shook his head disdainfully: "Don't waste time, you all come together."
As soon as Huzi said this, the onlookers were in an uproar. They had seen crazy people, but they had never seen such crazy people. They were too arrogant.
The sturdy recruit was so angry at Huzi's words that his face turned the color of pig's liver. He clearly looked down on them. He suddenly shouted and rushed towards Huzi with his bayonet pointed out. He wanted to regain his position!
The orderly Hu Zi showed a smile of success. When the strong recruit's bayonet pierced directly towards him, he turned slightly to one side to avoid the blade.
At the same time, he swept his right leg forward, and thrust forward with all his strength. The sturdy recruit fell to the ground with a loud sound and was covered in mud. He looked miserable. Before he could crawl,
He stood up, but Huzi's bayonet was already pressed against his neck.
"Bah, you're cheating." The sturdy recruit was knocked over by a kick, which was completely beyond his expectation. He spat out the mud in his mouth with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
"I told you to come together. If you are not convinced, I will tell you to go back and we will come again!" Huzi was not afraid.
The sturdy recruit grabbed the bayonet and stood up again. This time he did not dare to push him too hard. Although the opponent tripped him down, he also knew that the opponent was stronger than him.
"Brothers, let's go together!" The sturdy recruits still took the lead, and the other four recruits stood behind him in a triangle attack formation.
"kill!"
The sturdy recruit shouted loudly and rushed out first. The four recruits also roared in unison to encourage themselves and rushed out soon after.
Although these new recruits had only been trained for two days, they were charging forward with all their might, and the five bayonets were so gleaming that no one dared to underestimate them.
The smile on the face of the orderly Huzi disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. Looking at the five people charging towards him, he advanced instead of retreating, and even launched a countercharge with a roar.
There were five people charging on one side, and one person charging on the other. However, the momentum on Huzi's side was even better, which made the recruits who were watching and shouting hold their breath and feel a little incredible.
The strong recruit did not expect that Huzi would launch a counter-charge and come towards him with the bayonet pointed straight at him. Huzi was not afraid, but the strong recruit was. This was a completely life-threatening attack.
He avoided the bayonet, fearing that it would really hit the tiger. But at this moment, the tiger had already hit him like a bull. The strong recruit just felt that he was hit hard by the butt of the rifle on his head, and his body
He involuntarily fell sideways.
Huzi suddenly looked like that life-threatening madman, not afraid of the other four bayonets. His indomitable momentum made the other recruits feel frightened, and their hands holding the bayonets were unsteady.
In such a moment of confusion, the bayonets in the hands of several recruits were swung away by tigers. They were also kicked to the ground by tigers, with the gleaming bayonets pointed at their heads.