When I walked to the training ground, the atmosphere was in full swing. Hundreds of people surrounded the center of the training ground, and loud cheers could be heard from time to time.
Looking at the training schedule in his hand, it should be the basic training period for the three companies. What are these guys doing?
Liu Lang squeezed into the crowd curiously.
The soldiers' attention was focused on the field, and no one paid attention to the fat group of people squeezing in around them.
There were eight people standing in the middle of the field, which was only a few dozen square meters in diameter, divided into two sides. On one side, Liu Lang was familiar with it, and they were several veterans headed by a man named Hu Dazhuang.
His strength is also famous among the 500 veterans. He also ranked among the top 50 in the first running assessment, so Liu Lang still has an impression of him.
The veterans are all holding a 1.65-meter-long wooden stick and wearing protective clothing made of thick rattan. It was a substitute before the arrival of training tools. There are many trees and rattan on the mountains around the base, giving each soldier a
After a short break, those rural men could do it, but their quality was a bit different.
Liu Lang, who was standing in the lead opposite, was also familiar with Cai DaDao, the temperless man who was not convinced by his rookie title that day but was attacked by two masters. Liu Lang didn't know the remaining ones, and they were all wearing vines.
However, what he held in his hand was a wooden stick that was two sizes thicker and much shorter.
Whether it is a stick or a stick, it is stained with white lime.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, both sides shouted and rushed towards each other.
As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong. The veterans headed by Hu Dazhuang used sticks as thorns, and all of them opened their eyes fiercely. Facing the few recruits carrying wooden sticks, they ignored the stabbing in the chest. If the stab was hit, even
It is a protective clothing made of rattan. I am afraid that several recruits will also suffer a lot. A large bruise is unavoidable.
Liu Lang nodded slightly. The veterans of the national army he recruited were indeed elite. At their current level, although they may be slightly weaker than the legendary Japanese army who ended the battlefield with bayonets, the gap should be limited. Let them use it.
The three-edged sword, the murder weapon whose mission is to kill people, is almost a match.
With his eyes fixed on Cai Dadao's chest, Hu Dazhuang exhaled, roared, and stabbed Cai Dadao's chest with at least eight points of his strength.
Hu Dazhuang also suppressed his anger, and finally managed to get through from the top soldier to the sergeant squad leader, but he turned out to have such a tough recruit. When he heard that there was going to be a stabbing training, he jumped out and raised objections, saying that he would not practice.
Fighting for stabs, with the big knife in his hand, the little Japanese will die one by one.
Is this okay? What is the most important thing in the army? It is military orders and rules. Without rules, how can there be a circle? No matter how powerful the sword in your Cai Dadao's hand is, you still need to practice the stabbing that should be practiced.
If it were the 19th Route Army in the past, such a thorny leader would have been swarmed by a few veterans and beaten severely until he was submissive. But now the military law of the Independent Regiment is very strict, and recruits are not allowed to be bullied and punished arbitrarily. Violators will be treated as minor.
He would be put in solitary confinement, or even more severely, he would be removed from his current position and rejoined as a top soldier.
Since he cannot be beaten or punished, let him use the rules of the battlefield to make him understand that a broadsword alone cannot compete with a two-foot-long bayonet.
With Cai Dadao as the leader, several recruits who have practiced martial arts and are good at holding swords have emerged from the recruit team. They are all young and energetic young men. They are trained like grandchildren by the veterans every day.
He was so energetic that he challenged the veterans, and finally came across a chance to win, so naturally those with some skills jumped out.
He was beaten when he taught him a lesson, and he was beaten when he taught him many lessons. Hu Dazhuang directly called a few old comrades in arms, and took a simple version of the bayonet to confront the new recruits. Cai Dadao, who likes to use a big knife, just used a big wooden stick of similar length.
A stick was used instead, but this time he learned the lesson from last time. He could not use illegal weapons, but could only use wooden sticks that were about the same length as a rifle.
The super big wooden stick that Shi Datou had last time left a big shadow on his heart.
The military camp itself is a place where hormones are strong, so several company commanders who led the team simply turned a blind eye and let them compete.
The distance between the two people was only ten meters. Hu Dazhuang shortened the distance between the two people to less than three meters with a few strides like a tiger descending the mountain. The wooden stick itself was 1.6 meters long plus the length of his arms. It was like lightning and flint.
The tip of the stick was about to hit Cai Dadao's chest.
Cai Dadao, who had been motionless with the wooden stick in one hand, suddenly moved. The wooden stick was swung upwards, and there was a muffled "bang" sound. Hu Dazhuang's wooden stick could no longer keep thrusting forward, and the head of the stick pointed diagonally towards the sky.
But the body rushed forward involuntarily.
At this time, the advantage of the short wooden stick in Cai Dadao's hand, which was one inch shorter and one inch dangerous, was obvious. Although it was also swung away, the tip of the stick was pierced towards Hu Dazhuang.
Hu Dazhuang, whose middle door was wide open, was not a weak hand. He swung the wooden stick in his hand to deflect the incoming wooden stick, but unexpectedly, Cai Dadao's right leg suddenly popped out like lightning and kicked directly between Hu Dazhuang's legs.
between.
Damn your legs, why is this kid so poisonous? Hu Dazhuang was so frightened that he tried his best to twist around to avoid the vital part, but he couldn't avoid the kick anyway. With a "bang", Hu Dazhuang was kicked by Cai Dadao.
He staggered back.
Without being dazzled, with these few moves, Cai Dadao forced the aggressive Hu Dazhuang back in an instant, causing the recruits to cheer.
But the other pairs who were fighting against each other were still "bang, bang" fighting each other in a very lively manner.
Cai Dadao did not chase after him, but stood proudly and said: "Squad Leader Hu, you have lost."
"Nonsense, where did I lose? A kick on the battlefield counts as a goal, come again." Hu Dazhuang waved the wooden stick in his hand and replied with a blushing neck.
Hu Dazhuang was of course a bit embarrassed to be kicked by a recruit at the first glance, but this was far less irritating than the recruit Danzi's words about you losing.
Cai Dadao smiled brightly and said no more. If he was really an enemy, he was 90% sure to chop off his head with a knife when he staggered back and lost his balance.
It's just that he didn't dare to say these words. No matter how stupid he was, he also knew that saying this in public would make the veteran squad leader lose all face. Moreover, after this period of training, except for close combat, he was sure to win.
Even though he was a veteran, he still admired this veteran squad leader. His brute strength was unrivaled by anyone in the company, and he earned a lot of points for his squad.
He came out today not just to show off, but also to tell the superiors that the knife in his hand was more powerful than the Japanese bayonet.
"Okay, let's end it here! Da Zhuang, you lose. If Cai Dadao had a real big blade in his hand, you would be the ghost of his sword now." Liu Lang separated from the two people in front of him and returned.
The recruits, who were cheering enthusiastically, walked into the field and said.
The group arrived. The cheers from the audience suddenly stopped.
Although Liu Lang did not participate much in the guidance of recruit training during this period, it did not damage Liu Lang's majesty in the hearts of the recruits. Not only was the devil training plan he formulated frightening the recruits, the recruits also learned from the veterans.
I have heard of many deeds of this fat man. Whether it was single-handedly killing a fully armed combat squad of Japs, or taking over twenty remaining soldiers to take down the Japanese regiment headquarters with one shot, or more than a dozen
An individual dared to countercharge against hundreds of Japanese troops and survived to the end. Any one of these things is enough to make the recruits worship him.
This awesome fat man of theirs is definitely at the pinnacle of military individual combat. This is the deepest understanding of the word soldier after two months of hard training.