Yang Ling and his group had added more than two thousand recruits who were full of passion for serving the country. The team became stronger again. The shouts on the training field were loud, but Yang Ling was not happy at all.
He has obtained the general situation of these recruits from the military station. Due to the large loss of troops on the front line, this batch of recruits who were urgently transferred to the front line were brought up to replenish the army before the training was completed. They did not even receive basic firearms training.
Finish.
Yang Ling's brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan". Although the recruits were very patriotic and enthusiastic, on the cruel battlefield, it was not enough to have a passion. They must have the strength to survive, otherwise they would just be cannon fodder on the battlefield.
Brigadier Zhou Zhidao didn't give Yang Ling much time. They only had one week, and they would be on the battlefield in one week. With the current strength of the army, they might not be able to withstand even one Japanese attack.
"Pass my order and the intensity of troop training will be doubled!"
As the saying goes, sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime. In order to prevent these recruits from becoming cannon fodder in the upcoming battle, they can have the strength to walk off the battlefield alive.
Yang Ling issued a strict pre-war training order. He believed that the training would be harder and more tiring, which would be much better than dying at the gunpoint of the Japanese. He just hoped that everything would be done in time.
The veterans who served as grassroots officers also understood Yang Ling's painstaking efforts. They had all come from different places and naturally knew that in such a cruel battle, if they did not have strong strength, they would become a cold corpse.
Yang Ling's order to increase the intensity of training was thoroughly implemented by the veteran officers. They were all promoted by Yang Ling and absolutely obeyed Yang Ling.
On the shooting training ground, targets drawn with black charcoal on simple wooden signs stood on the field ridge. Recruits wearing brand-new military uniforms stood neatly in the open space, waiting for shooting training.
Many recruits had never even touched a gun before arriving here. Now that they were groping for the slightly dark and cold 79 rifles in their hands, they were both excited and a little scared.
They were excited because they could finally have a gun of their own, but they were scared that they were about to use this rifle to fight and kill people.
"Now each of you has three bullets in your hands. This is your last chance to shoot before going to the battlefield! The fourth time you shoot is when you have to face the Japanese. Then it will be a life-and-death battlefield. If you want to have a fourth time,
If you have the opportunity to shoot, you must cherish these three opportunities to shoot. When you shoot, follow what I teach you. Everyone must remember the feeling of shooting and try to figure it out over and over again. Do you understand?!"
The veteran "Crazy" was temporarily appointed as the instructor of the shooting training. At this moment, he was holding a 79 rifle and standing in front of the queue of recruits, roaring loudly at the top of his voice.
"Understood!" The voices of the new recruits were loud and uniform, because the ferocious veterans next to them were staring at them. Anyone who failed to pay attention would be hit with a rifle butt in the head.
Although the veterans are rough and arrogant in their methods, they can quickly get the recruits into a training state and maximize the training effect. They don't care what method they use.
"Okay, let's start shooting practice now!" the veteran "Madman" shouted to the recruits in the first row: "Line up one row at a time!"
A platoon of new recruits marched out with guns in hand. They all volunteered to join the army to fight the enemy on the battlefield, so everyone stood up straight and focused on the target in front of them.
"Lie down on the spot!" the veteran lunatic ordered loudly.
After hearing the madman's order, some of the recruits in the first row immediately fell down, while others hesitated slightly because of the muddy water on the ground, fearing that their clothes would be soiled.
"Damn it, your ears are stuffed with donkey hair, lie down!" Seeing the hesitation of several recruits, the veterans who assisted immediately rushed forward and kicked them down in the muddy water.
Seeing the ferocious looks of the veterans, the new recruits were covered in mud and wanted to turn around and retort, but they were kicked several times in the head and were knocked over, leaving them in a state of embarrassment.
"Load!" the veteran lunatic stared at the unconvinced recruits with a cold face and shouted coldly.
Facing the fierce gaze of the veteran lunatic, the unconvinced recruits could only swallow their anger and hurriedly reload.
"The center of the wooden circle 150 meters in front of the target, free fire!"
The madman's voice came again, and the lying recruits pulled the bolts of their guns one after another and put the butts of their guns on their shoulders.
"Bang - bang -" the dull sound of gunfire came, and the recruits' shoulders were shaken, and they all pulled the triggers.
The wooden sign one hundred and fifty meters away was suddenly hit by bullets, causing sawdust to fly, but more bullets flew high into the sky, and many recruits' arms were numb from the needles.
"Remember the essentials of shooting, stand up, and go down to summarize your understanding!"
The first shot fired by the recruits was not satisfactory. Although the shooting distance was only a short 150 meters, most of them missed the target and only a few hit the target.
The veterans naturally praised these recruits for their accurate shooting on the spot, which made the other recruits annoyed and jealous. At the same time, they secretly encouraged themselves, hoping that they could hit the target the next time they fired and not be compared to others.
The recruits went up to shoot in batches to get a feel for it. When they lay down in the shooting position for the second time, they found that their targets were no longer wooden signs, but pigs and dogs captured from the village.
Everyone needs to see blood on the battlefield, and Yang Ling's training time is short. There is a big difference between just hitting wooden targets and shooting live animals, so the first battalion commander Lu Xing brought live animals to let the recruits practice their courage.
The eager recruits had lost face in the last shooting. They wanted to regain their face in this shooting, but they found that there were live animals on the opposite side, and they immediately hesitated.
"Load! Free aim and shoot!" The voice of the veteran lunatic was as mechanical and cold as ever.
The recruits subconsciously loaded the ammunition, pulled the bolt and pushed the ammunition to load, but hesitated when pulling the trigger.
"What are you waiting for! Do you need me to teach you how to shoot again?!"
Seeing that the new recruits had psychological barriers to killing living creatures, the veteran madman roared loudly.
Although the veterans were roaring madly, the recruits really couldn't take action. They could shoot calmly in front of the wooden board, but it was a living thing.
"Shoot! Shoot!" The veterans on the side also rushed forward, kicking and yelling.
"Ah!" A recruit closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew high and did not hit anything.
The veteran was so angry that he pulled up the recruit who was shooting with his eyes closed and shouted: "Damn you, who told you to shoot with your eyes closed, who taught you! What am I asking you?!"
Under the scolding and kicking of the veterans, the recruits finally opened fire, and the bullets penetrated the bodies of the wild dogs and domestic pigs, spurting out large amounts of blood.
Throughout the afternoon, all the recruits shot at the living targets. Although the targets hit by the recruits behind were riddled with holes and were horrifying to look at, they were still forced to shoot.