Before dawn the next day, loud bugles sounded outside, and the voices of instructors from each team in the guerrilla cadre training class also rang outside.
Wang Huzi looked out of the window and immediately muttered and complained: "It's not even bright yet, and we started to have sex. Isn't this a torment..."
When Yang Ling heard the call for assembly, he quickly got up from the bed and quickly put on his clothes. When he saw Wang Huzi and the others were still stunned, he started to urge them.
"Get up quickly, you will be punished for being late." Yang Ling said, lifting the quilt from Wang Huzi and pulling him up.
Although Wang Huzi and the others in the army have to go out for training on weekdays, he is the deputy battalion commander, so no one will say anything if he sleeps a little longer.
They were used to being lazy on weekdays, but suddenly getting up before dawn to go out for exercise was extremely unaccustomed to them.
But when they saw Yang Ling and the others quickly getting up and washing up, Wang Huzi and the others quickly got up despite their reluctance.
Although I am here to study, I still represent the 74th Army of the Ninth War Zone after all. If I am punished for sleeping in on the first day, there will be no place for this old face.
In just a few minutes, all the students in Yang Ling's third team had already gotten up and gathered.
Except for a small number of lieutenants, most of the people here are school-level officers transferred from various units. After getting up so early, everyone is still drowsy.
"Everyone stand at attention!"
The teacher's face was serious and his penetrating voice made everyone suddenly sober.
"Starting from today, we will start learning and training, let's do the exercises now!" The instructor is also a resolute person. After counting the number of people, he is ready to lead the exercises.
"Everyone turn right!"
"Two columns, run - walk!"
Yang Ling and his third team of more than 100 people started running on the streets of Nanyue Town under the order of the instructor, while the other teams also ran out shouting neat slogans.
But they were not running in the town, but started running directly along the road and up the mountain under the leadership of the instructor.
The Nanyue morning in February was still slightly chilly. Yang Ling and the others started their morning exercises while shouting slogans.
When we ran out of the town, it was already dark, but the mountains were still dark and dark and could not be seen clearly. The teams in the training class quickly ran together and ran up the mountain.
When Yang Ling and the others ran up the mountain panting, it was already bright. Looking down at the mountains, the town at the foot of the mountain looked particularly small.
After a short rest for a few minutes, the instructor took them back again, going up and down the mountain for more than ten miles, leaving many people exhausted and dripping with sweat.
During Yang Ling's training in the regiment, he often asked his brothers to practice long-distance attacks, so Yang Ling and Wang Huzi didn't think anything of it when they ran for more than ten miles. When they stopped, the school-level officers collapsed on the ground one by one.
, I couldn’t even stand up.
After all, as school-level officers, they are also regarded as regimental and battalion commanders in the army. Most of the time they are equipped with horses and cars, so how can they walk on foot like ordinary officers and soldiers.
The purpose of the Nanyue Guerrilla Cadre Training Course they joined was to train guerrilla talents for fighting behind enemy lines. Faced with little Japs all around, if they couldn't run away, there would be no way to talk about guerrilla warfare.
"Damn, I'm so exhausted."
Zhao Wenbin did not expect that on the first day of study, he would be slapped down by the teachers and he would lie on the ground gasping for breath.
"What's wrong with this? I'm afraid it will be like this every day in the future." Yang Ling did not expect the guerrilla training class to be so pragmatic, and was filled with admiration in his heart.
After hearing Yang Ling's words, Zhao Wenbin wailed again, but he wanted to learn how to kill the Japanese and serve the country. Although the officers complained a little, they could still bear it.
Breakfast consists of steamed buns, porridge and pickles. Compared to the troops who are short of supplies, this is enough food, but there is only one thing, that is, don't waste it, eat as much as you can.
After breakfast, each team started to study the theory of guerrilla warfare at the Bible School, Nanyue Temple, and Huangtingguan teaching sites according to their own courses.
The first thing to learn is the introduction to guerrilla warfare, the theoretical basis of guerrilla warfare, political work, intelligence principles, etc. The teachers who come to teach are all hired from various places, including military personnel and well-known military experts.
Yang Ling and others are all outstanding officers selected by various armies, so they are naturally very serious about their studies. They want to return to the army after graduation, apply what they have learned, and fight the Japanese.
Training classes usually focus on political studies and guerrilla warfare theory in the morning, while in the afternoon they study infantry drills, the use of firearms and other military knowledge.
Of course, it is more of a study of guerrilla warfare. The learning is not limited to the classroom, but the formal Nanyue Mountains are used as practice sites. Yang Ling and the others often carry out the practice fully armed.
Yang Ling is also an expert in this field. He is outstanding in both camouflage and tactical applications in small-scale confrontations, allowing their team to perform well in every confrontation exercise.
Yang Ling and the others started guerrilla training intensively in Nanyue. At first, many people were not used to such high-intensity training, but after a week or two, everyone got used to it.
In addition to training, Yang Ling and the others also had a lot of entertainment activities. The anti-enemy performance teams who came to show condolences also came over from time to time, and some even showed movies, but they were all about promoting the anti-Japanese war.
Just after March, the intensity of Yang Ling's training suddenly increased. Even in the morning exercises, they were fully equipped and ran more than ten kilometers with heavy loads. After these days of training, they were able to run down.
News came that seven divisions of the Japanese 11th Army plus two mixed brigades had launched an attack on Nanchang under the cover of a large number of aircraft. The Chinese troops also ended their rest and headed for the front line.
Their chief of education, Commander Tang Enbo, was also transferred to the front line in Henan to command operations, and the chief of education was replaced by General Li Mo'an.
I heard that the Chinese Communist Army was fighting fiercely with the Japs in Nanchang, and the officers who were training in Nanyue were not interested in training, and they all asked to go to the front line.
"We're almost done training, let's go to the front line and fight the Japanese!"
"Chief Education Officer, as soldiers, our brothers are bleeding desperately on the front line. How can we study? We will come back after the war to continue studying."
"It takes a thousand days to raise an army but only a short time to use it. We can't just watch the excitement here."
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The students wrote a joint letter, demanding that they stop studying and go to the front line to fight.
Faced with the high-spirited students, the newly appointed director of education, General Li Mo'an, had no choice but to come forward to appease them.
"I can understand everyone's mood of killing the enemy and serving the country, but it is the bounden duty of soldiers to obey orders. When it is time for you to go to the battlefield, you will naturally be transferred there. The only thing you need to do now is to study and train seriously. Go back.
The students' request to go to the front line was rejected, but news from the front line continued to come. The students held a breath in their hearts and trained even harder. The entire Nanyue Town shouted "Kill Zhentian" every day.