Chapter seven hundred and eighty fourth secret mission
The recruits of the two companies showed amazing fighting ability. They ate all the large baskets of steamed buns and the full wooden barrels of rice.
Although many recruits were so full that they could no longer walk, some of them were still licking the bottom of their bowls.
"Damn, it's better than what we did back then." The instructors of the training team were also startled by the recruits' eating formation, and they laughed loudly and called the recruits a loser.
The recruits had full stomachs after eating and were not angry. Instead, they smiled and held up empty bowls and asked the cooking squad leader if they had any more.
"No, no, you will burst your belly if you eat any more." The cooking squad leader shook his head and waved his hands.
Although Yang Ling ordered that the recruits must be fed, this is not the way to eat. If you can't eat anymore and still hold on, there will be problems if your belly is really burst.
It’s not surprising that these recruits ate too much. After all, most of them were born in poverty and lacked food and clothing during the war-torn years. Many of them had not had enough to eat since they were born, and they also looked sallow and thin.
Malnutrition.
But now Yang Ling ordered the food supply to be opened in order to make them stronger and increase their fighting power. It was the first time that they could eat so happily, and naturally there was no restraint.
"As long as everyone trains hard to fight Japanese invaders, not only will they be able to eat every day in the future, but they will also be able to earn a lot of money. Do you think it's okay?"
"good!"
Although the recruits trained hard, their morale suddenly rose again after a good meal.
For these recruits who come from peasant families, they have inherited the traditional virtues of hard work and hard work of the Chinese nation. With a little training, they can become the best soldiers.
When the instructors saw these recruits who were too full to walk, they seemed to see themselves back then.
Thinking that the brothers Paoze who had joined the army and fought together were now scattered everywhere, dead and wounded, and that they might never see them again in their lifetime, they felt heartbroken.
Recruit Zhang Dachui also ate five large bowls of white rice, which made his stomach bulging. Although he did not eat braised pork, he was still satisfied.
After dinner, the brothers did not rest immediately. Instead, an instructor came over to teach them to sing military songs.
The brothers gathered in a circle, and the instructor stood in the center of the circle, teaching the brothers to sing sentence by sentence with a deep and hoarse voice. In the vigorous and exciting military songs, these new recruits felt as if they were on a battlefield filled with gunfire and bullets, making their blood boil.
The villagers of Xiaowangzhuang used to close their doors and prepare to go to bed after dark. After all, there was no entertainment activity. Now that the recruits were stationed outside the village for training one after another, they were also surprised. After dinner, they also gathered at the entrance of the village, far away.
Onlookers watched the recruits singing from a distance.
The bonfire was lit, and when the recruits saw their fellow villagers watching from the side, they all tried their best not to lose face. After a while, they were able to sing the protestant military song in unison.
While the instructors were teaching the recruits to sing, recruit Zhang Dachui was also ordered to find his training instructor.
"Instructor Sun, what do you want from me?"
When Zhang Dachui stood at attention and saluted in front of Instructor Sun, he saw several officers and soldiers standing with their legs crossed and holding guns standing next to the tent, and recognized them as guards from the detachment headquarters.
Instructor Sun no longer had the sternness he had on the training ground, but instead seemed amiable. Zhang Dachui suddenly discovered that this instructor who usually seemed rigid and stern did not always keep a straight face.
"I'm not looking for you, someone is looking for you in the tent." Instructor Sun pointed to the heavily guarded tent and said.
Someone is looking for me in the tent? Recruit Zhang Dachui is even more confused. He has no relatives in the guerrillas. Who would look for him?
"You go in, I won't go in." Instructor Sun patted Zhang Dachui on the shoulder and ordered before he could react.
Zhang Dachui walked toward the tent with doubts and turned back step by step. He turned around and saw Instructor Sun standing there with encouraging eyes.
Damn it, even if you break into the dragon's den and the tiger's den, Zhang Dachui nodded and bowed past the guards guarding the tent door, opened Bu Lian and walked in.
There was only one oil lamp lit in the tent, and the light was dim. There was no so-called dragon's pool or tiger's den. There was only an officer sitting upright and looking up at him.
Looking at this officer with a resolute and cold face, recruit Zhang Dachui was also surprised to find that he turned out to be Chief Yang, the supreme commander of the guerrilla detachment.
Although recruit Zhang Dachui had seen Yang Ling, he had only seen it from a distance a few times. Meeting alone at such a close distance made him stand there at a loss for a while, and he even forgot to salute.
"Are you Zhang Dachui from Xiaowangzhuang? I am Yang Ling from the guerrillas. I think you should know me." Yang Ling looked at Zhang Dachui who was still wearing coarse clothes and spoke first.
Only then did Zhang Dachui react, and he hurriedly stood up to attention and raised his hand in salute.
"Sir Yang, Zhang Dachui, a recruit from the third platoon of the first company of the new barracks, is reporting to you."
"Don't be so formal, sit down and talk." Yang Ling pointed to the long bench and motioned for Zhang Dachui to sit down.
Yang Ling was always dignified, but even though it was just a simple sentence, Zhang Dachui couldn't think of refusing, so he sat down next to the bench.
"I heard that there is only one person in your family?"
After Zhang Dachui sat down, Yang Ling spoke with concern like an ordinary officer caring for soldiers.
"Sir, there is still an old woman left in the family. My father fell ill and died a few years ago."
Yang Ling nodded and asked again: "Why do you want to become a soldier?"
"You can have a gun as a soldier. If the little devils come to rob our family of food again, I will shoot them with a gun!" Zhang Dachui answered truthfully.
"Okay, you are ambitious. If all the people in China are as brave as you to resist, no matter how powerful the little devil is, he will probably have to flee." Yang Ling said with approval.
Yang Ling's praise made Zhang Dachui scratch his head in embarrassment, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"But fighting is risky. The Japanese are so powerful now that many of our troops will be wiped out in one battle. There won't even be anyone to collect the corpses, so they can only leave their corpses in the wilderness..."
Hearing Yang Ling's description, Zhang Dachui suddenly lost most of his courage. He felt a little scared and asked cautiously: "Sir Yang, have you ever fought such a battle?"
Yang Ling was stunned for a moment and replied: "We have been fighting this kind of war since Shanghai. Hundreds of thousands of brothers have died..."
Zhang Dachui was also frightened when he heard it. He couldn't imagine what a mountain of corpses and sea of blood it looked like. Looking at Yang Ling with a resolute face, he suddenly felt an inexplicable admiration in his heart.
"Okay, that's a long way off, let's talk about you now." Yang Ling took back his thoughts and stared at Zhang Dachui.
About me? Zhang Dachui looked at Yang Ling with a confused face. He didn't know what he had to say.
"You also know that fighting is dangerous. Now you only have one mother in your family. If something bad happens to you, what will your mother do? Have you thought about it?" Yang Ling said seriously.
Zhang Dachui was also stunned by Yang Ling's question. He only wanted to serve as a soldier and shoot to protect his family's food. He had never thought about this. Now that he thinks about it, he is scared. If he is gone, how will the old woman make a living?
?
He was confused about whether to be loyal or filial and didn't know how to answer Yang Ling.
Looking at Zhang Dachui who was silent, Yang Ling continued: "Since you are the only son in the family and I have no one to take care of me, I can let you go home. Do you think about it?"
Let yourself go home? Zhang Dachui's first reaction was that Yang Ling was testing himself. After all, the first thing the instructor said to them was that if they tried to go home after receiving the settlement allowance, they would be deserters, but they would be shot.
Looking at Yang Ling's unpredictable gaze, Zhang Dachui also felt chills on his back. If he answered wrongly, wouldn't it mean that his head was moved?
"Sir Yang, please rest assured, I will not become a deserter!" Zhang Dachui said swornly.
When Yang Ling heard this answer, he also knew that he had misunderstood, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I don't want you to be a deserter when I ask you to go home to serve your mother, but I want to give you a difficult task. Your military status will be retained. Every month
I will send someone to pay you military pay on time..."
The conversation between Yang Ling and Zhang Dachui lasted for more than an hour, and the content of the conversation was kept confidential. When they walked out of the tent, it was already dark, and the recruits had already gone into the tent to sleep after learning the military songs.
"What were you doing when we were singing? Why didn't I see you?"
Seeing Zhang Dachui coming back with a sad face, his friend Li Dequan came over and asked in a low voice.
"I went to the convenience store and ate too much." Zhang Dachui said embarrassedly.
"If you don't believe me if I tell you to eat less, then you will suffer the consequences if you don't listen to good people." Li Dequan said with a smile like an elder.
"Go, go, go to bed, we have to train tomorrow."
Li Dequan waved his hand without taking off his clothes, jumped on the wooden bed and pulled the quilt to sleep.