The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Good!" Liu Yidao rolled up his sleeves, dragged the captain and company commander Wang Meng out of the bed with a few brothers, and began to strip his clothes.

"Hey, what are you doing, what are you doing?" Wang Meng yelled hastily as he was pinned down on the ground, and his brothers were frantically helping to pick up his clothes.

But the brothers were polite to him, stripped naked and threw them into a steaming vat, causing water to splash everywhere.

"Liu Yidao, I'm not finished with you." Wang Meng didn't want to take a bath. In his eyes, the gunpowder smoke and dirt on his body were the best honor of a soldier, and that was only for veterans who had fought in wars.

Now that he was stripped naked and thrown into the tub, he couldn't help cursing, and the brothers around him laughed.

Their Company Commander Wang was a fierce general in battle, but he didn't expect to be afraid of taking a bath. The brothers leaned forward and backward with joy.

The brothers washed off the gunpowder smoke and dirt all over their bodies, and changed into brand-new cotton military uniforms, sweeping away the unkempt and decadent, giving people a new look.

In addition, Yang Ling deliberately went to Bengbu City, bought a large number of recent newspapers, and gathered the brothers to read the newspapers to them.

Most of these newspapers reported what the Japanese army did in Nanjing. They slaughtered civilians, raped and plundered, and killed soldiers who put down their weapons in batches.

In addition to reading the newspaper, Yang Ling also found some stragglers who had fled back to speak out. Most of them were survivors of the Japanese massacre. They choked up and talked about their experiences.

"We didn't get any news when we were retreating. When we got the news, all the fighting troops around us were withdrawn. We were besieged in Mufu Mountain without food for several days and nights. The devils asked us to put down our weapons in exchange for food, saying that this war was between them and Chairman Jiang’s conflict has nothing to do with our soldiers. We were so hungry that we believed in the devils, but we were tied up by the devils as soon as we put down our weapons. Pity our more than 3000 brothers, who were all driven to the Yanziji River to let the devils With a machine gun to Chuchu..."

The brother who survived the death wiped his tears while speaking. He spoke so vividly that the atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders were not as good as beasts. The brothers sitting and listening at the bottom could hear the red circles in their eyes and suffocate in their hearts. Take the gun and go back to revenge.

After a few speeches, the original sluggish attitude of the brothers disappeared, and every brother became murderous. Yang Ling used the atrocities of the Japanese invaders to arouse their common hatred.

"Deputy Head Yang, your method really works."

Major Battalion Commander Lu Xing cast his eyes on Yang Ling's current admiration. He didn't expect a few simple speeches to boost the morale of his brothers.

Yang Ling also knew that the brothers were suffocating, so he also struck while the iron was hot. He told Lu Xing: "Our morale is up, and we will start training tomorrow."

If the army wants to win a battle, it cannot rely on its momentum alone. Yang Ling also hopes to improve the combat effectiveness of his brothers through rigorous training. The next time he encounters the Japanese army, he will take revenge for his blood!

"Yes!" Lu Xing obeyed Yang Ling's order without any doubt.

Text Chapter 337 Winter Training ([-])

The charcoal fire in the brazier in the house was only embers, and the cold wind rattled the blackened window paper.

It was dark outside the room, and it was not yet dawn, but Yang Ling inside the room had already got up early, put on his leggings, put on his military belt, and was neatly dressed.

The news of the Japanese army's massacre in Nanjing came from the south. Countless tragedies spread across the country as quickly as the wind blows. The atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders filled every Chinese with righteous indignation.

The Japanese army tried to show their great force with bloody killings, so as to force the Chinese to be afraid and surrender to them, but they made the wrong calculation.

Instead of intimidating the Chinese people, their killings aroused the anger of every Chinese. This anger surged rapidly across the land of China like a rough sea.

The Japanese invaders tore off their hypocritical masks, and showed their cruelty with bloody bayonets. Many people who originally tried to negotiate peace also gave up their illusions about the Japanese invaders and began to shout for resistance to Japan and national salvation!

"Brothers and sisters! Take up arms! Defend our tired country!"

"If you don't resist, the country will perish! The species will perish!"

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All kinds of calls for salvation came and went in China. Young students raised their arms and shouted, calling on more people to join the ranks of resistance.

Businessmen generously donated money and materials, and young students shouted to overthrow Japanese imperialism, and then abandoned their pens and joined the army and went to the front, shouting that the wave of resistance was getting higher and higher.

Whether it is the troops withdrawn from the front line or the troops that are about to go to the front line, they are also restless and angry because of the killing of the Japanese invaders in Nanjing. , to avenge Nanjing, and to wash away the shame of the Chinese army's fiasco.

Yang Ling and his troops were recuperating in Bengbu. The news from the south was pervasive, and those outrageous news stimulated the nerves of the soldiers.

The call for war was louder and louder, and soldiers of many troops wrote blood letters, demanding to go to the front to kill the enemy for revenge.

However, the Chinese army has just experienced two disastrous defeats in Shanghai and Nanjing. Three to four million Chinese soldiers were bloody on the battlefield, and several times the wounded were seriously injured. It is undoubtedly a stupid way to provoke war at this moment. Please fight.

Anger is roaring in the chest of every soldier. The high morale of the troops makes the commanders happy, but if there is nowhere for this emotion to vent, it will cause problems and cause them headaches.

Yang Ling and his 301st Regiment had fought against Shanghai and Nanjing. Countless brothers died in the hands of the Japanese army, so they had a bloody hatred for the Japanese army, and their revenge was even more intense than the rest of the troops.

Yang Ling, the deputy head of the regiment, hoped to strike while the iron was hot, and to start training while the brothers were now in a high mood to kill the enemy and revenge, so as to improve the combat effectiveness of the troops and prepare for the next battle.

After Yang Ling was fully dressed, he pushed open the door, and a gust of cold wind mixed with snow particles all over the sky rushed towards him. When he looked around, the sky and the earth were all white.

The first snow of this winter came quietly to the Bengbu area, and heavy snow fell from the sky. Houses, yards, small bridges, rivers, fields, woods, and wheat stack roads were all covered with thick white snow, which was crystal clear and beautiful.

Stepping on the creaking snow, Yang Ling pushed open the door of the bugler's room, and stepped forward to gently pat the bugler who was sleeping loudly.

"Deputy Commander Yang," the young bugleman opened his sleepy eyes and saw Yang Ling, fully dressed, standing at the head of his bed.

"Get up and blow the horn." After Yang Ling ordered, he turned and left the room.

The young trumpeter looked at the dark sky outside, and the cold wind pouring into the room made him tremble. Although he was extremely reluctant, he quickly dressed and ran outside to raise the suona tied with a red string.

The loud bugle sounded on this snowy winter morning. The sound of the horn penetrated the beams of the house, bypassed the courtyard, and reached the ears of every sleeping brother.

The deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, was having a nightmare, and when he returned to the smoky battlefield, he heard the familiar loud sound of the bugle.

In his dream, Old Smoker saw those densely packed brothers lying in the trenches immediately jumped out of the trenches with bayonets in their hands, and rushed towards the Japanese army's positions amidst the sound of loud bugles.

The sound of the bugle became louder and louder, and the old smoker watched their familiar brothers fall one by one on the road of charge.

The splashed blood and wailing made Old Smoker extremely painful. Suddenly, a ferocious Japanese soldier rushed to him, and Old Smoker had to stand up and fight with a loud roar.

The loud roar woke up the old smoker from his sleep. He turned around and looked at the brothers who were soundly asleep. Touching the hot sweat on his forehead, he realized that he had had a nightmare.

The bugle sounded outside again, loud and rhythmic. The old smoker was startled, and subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, but then he thought, the devil is still hundreds of miles away, where did the devil come from here.

"Damn it, why did you go crazy so early in the morning!"

Old smoker got up from the bed, ready to go outside to see the situation, when Liu Yidao, who lives next door, was cursing.

"Get up! Assemble! Those who don't arrive in 5 minutes will take their own batons!" As soon as Liu Yidao cursed, Yang Ling's steady and powerful voice sounded.

Hearing it was Yang Ling's voice, Old Smoker's heart shuddered, and he hurriedly put on his clothes.

Those brothers who were hesitant to get up were also in a hurry to get dressed. It was not yet bright, and the room was dark, and there was a sudden panic.

"It's snowing!" Someone shouted excitedly from outside. It was the brothers from the south who were a little excited when they saw the white snow.

Old Smoker also pushed open the door, and as expected, the sky and the earth were already white, but the cold wind like a knife came over, making him shiver, and hurriedly wrapped his cotton military uniform and ran towards the assembly point.

The sound of the bugle had stopped, and the sleepy-eyed brothers who got up from the warm blankets hurriedly rushed to assemble.

The gathering early in the morning was really in a hurry, and it was freezing cold. Many brothers forgot to wear helmets, forgot to take guns, and wore wrong shoes. There was a lot of noise in the open area, and many people were freezing. They were all shrunk into a ball, and the queue was crooked.

Yang Ling looked at the hundreds of brothers in a mess, standing there straight without saying a word, until he saw the last few brothers running out of the room slowly and trying to squeeze into the team, he stopped shouting took them.