The front line in Nanchang was already in turmoil. Chinese officers and soldiers from several armies fought bloody battles with the 11th Army commanded by Okamura Neiji. From time to time, news from the battlefield reached Nanyue Town.
Yang Ling and his fellow trainees from the first Nanyue Guerrilla Cadre Training Course also trained harder, hoping to end their studies and training as soon as possible and return to the battlefield to kill the enemy.
Yang Ling's 74th Army also left Changsha and went to fight in Nanchang. They fought repeatedly with the Japanese 101st Division in Gao'an, sixty miles away from Nanchang.
Although Yang Ling very much wanted to return to the battlefield and join his brothers in killing the enemy and protecting the country, although they, the students, requested to fight several times, they were all rejected.
Fortunately, each period of the guerrilla cadre training class lasts for three months. The class starts in February, and they can graduate and return to the army in early May.
Training and learning are boring and boring. At the beginning, the officers were very interested, but in the end they were so tired that they returned to the dormitory and fell asleep every day.
"I heard that we are going to hold a final confrontation exercise in a few days?"
As the graduation time approached, these officers became active again, and Zhao Wenbin went around to inquire about information.
"Damn, it's finally over. I don't want to stay here any longer." Wang Huzi lay on the bed and didn't want to move.
It was okay at the beginning, but as the intensity of training and learning increased, Wang Huzi and the others complained endlessly.
"What's the best way to conduct a confrontation exercise?" the blacksmith asked weakly.
Zhao Wenbin said with a smile: "I heard that it is assumed that one team is the enemy and the other team launches a manhunt in the mountains. The two sides conduct a confrontation drill, and the results of the drill will be counted as graduation scores."
"As long as it's not an examination paper, it's fine. I saw that those papers looked big." Wang Huzi didn't take it seriously.
Sure enough, within two days, the teachers issued a notice asking everyone to prepare for the final confrontation exercise, and the location was Nanyue Mountain near the training class.
The students in the training class only wanted to return to the battlefield to fight the Japanese and had long wanted to graduate, so everyone became excited.
The final confrontation exercise was held as scheduled. More than a thousand trainees, fully armed, went deep into the mountains of Nanyue and launched actual guerrilla combat.
After all, they had studied for three months, so they were racking their brains to show some results to the teachers.
During the two days and two nights of drills and confrontations, the students fought all the way to Linxiang Pass at the junction of Nanyue Mountain and Xiangtan before withdrawing their troops and returning to school.
The good performance of the students was unanimously recognized by the teachers and school officials, and they were allowed to graduate.
"I hope you will keep in mind the duty of soldiers to protect our homes and country. Whether on the front battlefield or behind enemy lines, you must carry forward the spirit of daring to sacrifice and not be afraid of strong enemies, and fight bravely to defend our great country!"
At the meeting to issue graduation certificates on May 15, General Li Mo'an, the director of education, gave an impassioned speech to Yang Ling and the first batch of students.
"Fight bravely! Swear to the death and not be a slave to the country!" The students also shouted slogans in unison to express their determination to fight to the end.
After the graduation certificates were issued, Yang Ling and others were focused on the war on the front line, packed their luggage, and prepared to return to their respective units.
"I'm going to apply to go to the Dabie Mountains behind enemy lines theater after I go back. What about you?"
Hearing Zhao Wenbin's words, Yang Ling was also surprised: "Aren't you going to go back to the gendarmerie?"
Zhao Wenbin smiled and said: "As soldiers, the battlefield is our best destination. How can I stand by and watch the little devils burning, killing and looting?"
"Are you going back to your original unit, or are you also applying to go to the theater behind enemy lines?"
Yang Ling replied: "For the time being, I will return to my original unit and wait for arrangements. I guess I will also go to the enemy's rear."
Zhao Wenbin laughed: "That's a good relationship. Remember to contact me when the time comes. We can take care of each other behind enemy lines and fight side by side."
"Definitely." Yang Ling also agreed.
"Okay, take care, I'm leaving first." Zhao Wenbin waved goodbye to Yang Ling and the others.
"Take care of yourself--"
The trainees come from different war zones and units, but during the three months of learning and getting along, they can be regarded as forming a friendship with classmates.
"Brother Yang, let's go. Go back to our army's territory and make sure we show our loyalty as landlords."
"It's easy to talk, let's get together and drink together then."
"Then it's settled."
The students in the same team couldn't wait to pack their bags and return to the army. They hugged each other goodbye before leaving.
After graduating from the guerrilla cadre training class, these passionate Communists will go to various battlefields. Most of them will go deep behind enemy lines and lead the troops in arduous battles with the Japanese and puppet troops.
It is precisely because of so many soldiers who are not afraid of hardships and sacrifices that the Chinese nation can survive these troubled years.
"Tuanzu, let's go too."
After three months of study, Blacksmith and Wang Huzi, two officers who had climbed up from the rank of soldier, learned a lot and made great improvements in all aspects.
Seeing that the students were all returning to their respective units, Yang Ling and the others did not delay too much. They said goodbye to the instructors, went through the handover procedures, got in the car, and returned to their units.
Although Yang Ling and the three of them hurriedly hurried all the way, when they returned to the army, the Battle of Nanchang had already come to an end, so there was no chance to fight against the Japs.
However, during the battle of the 74th Army in Nanchang, the fighting between Gao'an and the Japs near Nanchang was fierce, and the casualties among officers and soldiers were also great. Even the deputy commander Liu Yidao was shot, and the bullet hit his shoulder blade.
Saved my life.
After learning that Liu Yidao was injured, Yang Ling and others hurried to the hospital to visit him.
Seeing Yang Ling and others coming back, Liu Yidao and his brothers who were injured and admitted to the hospital were so happy that they gathered around.
"Tuanzuo, you are back. The brothers can finally follow you and continue to fight the Japanese." The scarred brothers seemed to have found their backbone and were very happy.
"Is your injury okay?" Yang Ling felt heartbroken when he saw these brothers who were all wrapped in bandages and gauze.
"Haha, it's okay, it's just a minor injury. Look, I can run and jump." Qin Shou saw Yang Ling happy and was about to get up from the hospital bed.
"Lie down and don't move. If you don't take care of yourself again, your leg will be useless."
Seeing Qin Shou about to stand up, a female medical soldier came over with a dark face and pushed him back onto the bed again.
Under the reproach of the female medical soldier, Qin Shou obediently lay down again. Seeing that Qin Shou, who was not afraid of anything, was submissively cured by a female medical soldier, everyone burst into laughter.
"Listen to the doctor and take good care of yourself." Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his brothers were only injured and their lives were safe, and warned them carefully.
After leaving the hospital, Yang Ling did not return to the regiment, but went to the division to report to the teacher. After all, after studying for three months, he had to report on his study status.