The brothers in the guerrilla army complained endlessly after being tortured by the devil's training. When they returned to their beds every day, their bodies felt like they were falling apart, with backache and back pain.
In this kind of training, the guerrillas, who were originally like a ball of scattered sand, have significantly improved their unity, cooperation and combat skills.
At the beginning, the ten kilometers of appetizers every morning made the brothers so tired that they were sweating profusely, and many of them could not finish the run.
But now the brothers can not only run ten kilometers in one hour, but they can also run fully equipped with heavy loads.
When the brothers first started fighting, they fought in complete chaos. Now, the various combat groups cooperate with each other tacitly, and they can easily move through various terrains or lurk.
Yang Ling also served as an instructor himself, training the brothers on their firearms knowledge, allowing them to learn how to disassemble and maintain the firearms to ensure that the performance of the firearms did not decline.
In the bomb-throwing training, the grenades that the brothers can now throw can reach a distance of thirty or forty meters, and this is inseparable from their hard training.
Although the brothers were tortured terribly, they themselves had undergone qualitative changes in the few weeks of training.
As their fighting power increased, the brothers became more and more eager to try their hand at the little devil, and their enthusiasm for fighting was very high.
Yang Ling saw that the brothers were almost done training, so he announced that this stage of training was over for the time being.
"Brothers have been working hard recently. I will ask the cooking team to prepare delicious food for everyone in the evening!"
"Thank you, sir!" the brothers responded loudly and neatly.
Although Yang Ling had not been in charge of the Third Guerrilla Detachment for a long time, he had completely established his authority in getting along with his brothers day and night.
Yang Ling was also very satisfied when he saw the brothers who were completely different from the previous ones. As long as they were brought out to fight in a few actual battles, they would become a mighty and powerful army.
Yang Ling has been looking for candidates for the special team in the team since training, but he is still patiently observing and waiting.
After all, the special operations team is the sharpest sword among the sharp knives that Yang Ling wants to form. It needs the most elite brothers, and these guerrilla brothers have not yet experienced actual combat, so everything remains to be seen.
The torturous training has finally come to an end. The next step is to leave the Yangjiawan camp and go find the little devils to practice. The brothers are all looking forward to it.
Although Yang Ling led them to ambush the puppet troops before, which was considered a small victory, after all, Qinghe Town was occupied by the Japanese, which made many brothers still feel resentful.
Now that they have become stronger through hard training, they naturally want to find the enemy to regain their reputation. Yang Ling also understands the mood of the brothers.
Logistics platoon leader Sun Chong is also very competent at his job. In these days, he not only opened up a large vegetable plot near the Yangjiawan camp, but also dug out a small pond to raise fish.
The big fish they fished out from the river were cooked for the brothers to supplement their nutrition, while the small fish were put into the pond to raise, which was considered a long-term plan.
In order to reward the brothers who have worked hard during this period, the dinner became very sumptuous, including fragrant white rice, big steamed buns, stir-fried wild vegetables, and each brother was given a piece of braised fish, which made the brothers feel full. .
Yang Ling also encouraged the brothers from time to time, mobilizing the brothers before the war at the dinner table: "Brothers, eat well and drink well. When we win the war, how about I invite the brothers to eat meat every day?"
"Okay!" The brothers all had their mouths full of food, showing both awe and love for an officer like Yang Ling.
Although Yang Ling is very strict with their training on weekdays, he does not treat them badly in terms of food, and he also spends time with them to relieve the tension of training.
Yang Ling's actions have won the love of all the brothers. For the brothers, their requirements are actually not high. They can just eat and clothe themselves well, and then follow the trusted commander to fight the Japanese.
The training made the brothers nervous all the time, but now that Yang Ling has announced that the training is over, all the brothers have naturally relaxed.
The brothers, who had full stomachs, had a rare and comfortable sleep, and the whole camp was filled with loud snoring.
Although the brothers slept soundly, Yang Ling was not sleepy. He took his staff officer Lei Xiong, guard platoon leader Wang Dongming and others to stay awake and prepared to inspect various sentries to teach them a lesson.
After all, the camp in Yangjiawan is safe for the time being, but after all, it is still in an occupied area behind enemy lines, and there is no guarantee that it will be discovered by the Japanese at any time.
Therefore, they must be vigilant at all times, because any carelessness may cause them to be completely annihilated.
"The group is ready."
Guard platoon leader Wang Dongming is a veteran who followed Yang Ling. Although Yang Ling is now the detachment leader, he is still used to calling Yang Ling his regimental leader, and Yang Ling doesn't mind.
In fact, Wang Dongming felt very uneasy. After all, this raid was Yang Ling's impromptu idea. He just prayed that his brothers in the security platoon would not be too embarrassed.
"Then let's go."
As he spoke, Yang Ling inserted his shell gun into the holster on his waist, and quietly walked out of the door with several other officers, heading straight to the various sentries.
The security tasks of the Yangjiawan camp are now handed over to Wang Dongming's guard platoon. Not only are open and hidden sentries arranged around the perimeter, but there are also mobile sentries.
Although it seems to be impregnable and any trouble will be discovered, the actual situation still needs to be tested.
Yang Ling has been busy training the brothers and selecting local brothers to go back to the villages to gather information in the past few days. He has not paid much attention to this aspect, so he plans to make a surprise attack tonight while the brothers are relaxing.
"Who! Password!"
Not far after Yang Ling and the others walked out of the detachment headquarters, a cold shout came from the darkness nearby.
"Huanghe, return the order!"
"Huaihe!"
After confirming that he was one of his own, a sentry appeared from behind a locust tree. When he got closer, he found that it was Yang Ling and the others. He was also stunned, and immediately stood at attention and saluted.
"Team seat." The sentry did not expect that Yang Ling and the others would come out to check the sentry in the middle of the night.
"Well, you performed very well, continue to stand guard." Yang Ling was very satisfied with the performance of the sentry.
"Yes!" The sentry saluted and then hid again behind the big locust tree.
Yang Ling and the others walked out of the Yangjiawan camp and went straight to the sentries outside the camp. Most of the sentries were doing their duties faithfully, and they spotted Yang Ling and the others from a distance.
And in a hidden foxhole, a secret sentry fell asleep in the foxhole, and even had a deep sleep.
"Wake him up—"
Looking at An Shao who was sleeping soundly, Yang Ling frowned.
Guard platoon leader Wang Dongming also had an embarrassed look on his face and hurriedly stepped forward and kicked the secret sentry brother awake.
"Who, who the hell kicked me!" The secret whistler was sleeping soundly. He got kicked and immediately became furious.
When he opened his eyes in a daze and saw several black figures standing in front of him, he was so frightened that he hurriedly touched the gun.
"If we were enemies, you would be dead by now." Looking at the panicked whistle, Yang Ling's tone was a little harsh.
"Sir, I was wrong, I never dare to do it again..."
"Take him back and put him in confinement."
"yes!"
The guard platoon leader Wang Dongming also looked at the secret sentry with some hatred, waved his hand, asked the brother behind him to take his place, and had him taken away.
"Our sentry is related to the life and death of our camp. You must pay attention to it. If there is a next time, you don't need to be the guard platoon leader." Yang Ling warned Wang Dongming sternly.
"Don't worry, everyone, there will never be a next time." Wang Dongming had no choice but to assure Yang Ling, patting his chest.
When Yang Ling and the others returned to the camp after checking more than ten outposts, the brothers were already snoring loudly.
"Blow the whistle, urgent gathering!"
The brothers have been training for so long and have never conducted a night raid, so Yang Ling also wanted to take the opportunity to test the brothers' reaction speed.
Soon, a rapid whistle sounded in the camp.
"Quick, get up, gather!"
The brothers were sleeping soundly when they were awakened by the rapid whistle. Before they could react, the officers shouted anxiously.
Soon, brothers from all over the house rushed out in a hurry, some without pants, shoes, or guns. The whole mess was a mess.
It took more than ten minutes before the brothers gathered together under the scolding of the officers. Looking at the sullen Yang Ling standing there, they all lowered their heads in shame.
"Ten minutes is enough time for the sneak attack enemies to wipe out all of you!"
Yang Ling wanted to teach his brothers a profound lesson, so he deliberately acted very angry and reprimanded them severely.
"The first time it was just a verbal warning. If you are still so slow next time, you don't need to sleep!"
As the saying goes, the more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed in war. They were behind enemy lines and had to be strict with everything.