Chapter seven hundred and eighty third new training
In the evening, a short rally bugle sounded at the newly opened training ground outside Xiaowangzhuang, announcing the end of the day's training.
"Gather, gather." The instructors of the teaching team also shouted one after another.
The recruits who stayed in Xiaowangzhuang for training all breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been granted amnesty, and gathered in the direction of their respective instructors.
Under Yang Ling's instruction, the recruitment process has ended. The Third Guerrilla Detachment has recruited a total of 910 young recruits from more than ten nearby villages, and temporarily organized them into six recruit companies.
Yang Ling's original intention was to bring all the recruits to the training camp in Yangjiawan for closed training, and then add them to various units under the guerrillas based on their training status.
However, the training camp in Yangjiawan had limited space and housing, and suddenly it was a bit crowded to accommodate six companies of recruits, so the recruits had to be divided into the first and second companies and let them stay in Xiaowangzhuang for training.
The recruits of the 1st and 2nd companies were very interested and enthusiastic about the training at first, but on the first day of training, they complained endlessly.
Now Yang Ling and others have compiled a training system for guerrilla training. The morning of the first day was to study military regulations and disciplines. At the same time, the instructors explained why they should resist Japan, thereby improving the ideological awareness of the recruits.
In the afternoon, the most basic formation training and military stance training were carried out, so that the recruits could gradually develop a sense of discipline and honor.
For Yang Ling and others, these are basic adaptive training, but for these people who have been tending crops in the fields since childhood and have never received military training, this is simply a nightmare.
"My mother-in-law, my legs are about to be broken."
Standing in this military posture for an hour without being able to move, recruit Zhang Dachui now feels that his legs are as heavy as lead, as if they are no longer his.
"My legs are also going to be broken. If I had known that being a soldier would be more difficult than growing crops, why would I bother to be a soldier?"
Li Dequan from a neighboring village, who was assigned to a company of new recruits, also cried out with regret.
"Isn't it all your fault? Seeing you walking around in your new military uniform showing off your power, I came over to sign up because I felt hot. Who knew I would suffer this? If I had known about it, I wouldn't have signed up." Zhang Dachui said complainingly.
"Bullshit, why are you blaming me? If Commander Yang hadn't said that signing up to be a soldier would give you a five-yuan settlement fee, would you have come?" Li Dequan rolled his eyes at Zhang Dachui and said dissatisfiedly.
"Hey, you thought five dollars was so easy to get. There's no point regretting it now. Just bear with it. The instructor said that anyone who quits will be a deserter, and deserters will be shot." He looked exhausted.
Zhang Dachui, Li Dequan reminded him.
"Don't talk about useless things now. I just want to have a good meal and sleep. I'm too tired." Zhang Dachui waved his hand feebly and said.
Most recruits, like Zhang Dachui and others, were exhausted or exhausted on the first day of recruit training.
"Stop talking, do you still want to eat?" Seeing the whispers among the assembled team, the instructor frowned dissatisfied.
The instructors of these training teams are all veterans Yang Ling transferred from the combat companies. They are not only rich in actual combat experience, but also have participated in training organized by Yang Ling several times, and have solid military skills.
"Everyone stand at attention!"
Following the instructor's cold shout, more than 300 people from the first and second companies gathered in the open space stood up and stood at attention in a uniform manner.
"Take a break——"
The instructor coughed and began to comment: "Let me say a few words. Today's training is your first day of training. Everyone performed well and was able to complete the training tasks. Especially the brothers in the second company and the first platoon performed exceptionally well. I am here.
Give extra praise..."
The row of recruits who received the praise immediately became excited. They involuntarily stood up straighter with their chests raised and their heads raised. Their faces were full of pride, and even the fatigue all over their bodies was swept away.
The new recruits in the company platoon who had not received praise or even criticism looked at the platoon, feeling extremely envious.
"In order to reward the outstanding platoon, I will give them a braised pork tonight! I hope you will continue to work hard in future training!" The instructor dropped this bombshell amidst the envy of the other recruits.
The recruits in a row cheered excitedly when they heard that they had braised pork. After all, many of them had forgotten what meat tasted like.
For recruits like them who come from poor people, most of the time they don't have enough to eat, let alone eat meat. Meat is only available to the rich and wealthy, and they can only eat it during the Chinese New Year.
But now they are eating braised pork on the first day of training for the guerrilla army. This is something they did not expect. The hard work during the training has long been forgotten, and now they just want to eat meat.
"Of course, brothers who have not received awards need not be discouraged. Whoever trains hard and performs well in the future will have meat to eat. As long as you can keep doing it, you can celebrate the New Year every day."
The instructor's words finally gave those brothers who had not received awards a glimmer of hope. As long as they trained hard and were recognized, they could also eat meat.
"Damn it, you have to fight to eat meat!" Zhang Dachui, who was standing in the team, waved his clenched fist and said in a low voice.
"Why, don't you feel tired?" Li Dequan laughed and joked.
Zhang Dachui said confidently: "Go, go, wait and see, you kid will be greedy when I eat meat tomorrow."
"Just brag, you still want to eat meat despite your virtues." Li Dequan shook his head in disbelief.
"Oh, you still look down on me. How about we make a bet. If I can eat braised pork tomorrow, how about you wash my clothes for a month?"
Li Dequan glanced at the confident Zhang Dachui and agreed without hesitation: "Just bet, whoever is afraid of whom? If you can't eat braised pork tomorrow, you can wash my clothes for a month."
"Okay, it's settled." The two of them made a bet in private.
After the instructor gave a speech to each company, he announced the disbandment, and the hungry recruits went straight to the cooking class.
Although most recruits cannot eat braised pork, white flour steamed buns and fragrant rice are enough, and they are many times better than eating gruel at home.
Yang Ling and his guerrillas obtained a lot of things from the homes of wealthy households in nearby villages. Two hundred thousand oceans and mountains of grain became their most advantageous logistical support.
Although they are fighting behind enemy lines now, the food provided by Yang Ling and others is better than when they were in the regular army. This is also a benefit of being a soldier.
After all, Yang Ling had experienced the difficult days of enduring hunger and fighting, so he paid special attention to the logistical support of his brothers. After all, only when he was well fed and clothed could his combat effectiveness be guaranteed.
"Zhang Dachui, come see me after dinner later."
Just as Zhang Dachui was devouring his rice bowl, an instructor came over and patted him on the shoulder.
"Instructor Sun, what's going on?" Zhang Dachui raised his head in confusion.
"You'll find out later." After the instructor said that, he left, leaving Zhang Dachui with a confused look on his face.