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

This long-distance raid was originally Liu Yidao's strong point. Now that they lost to Wang Meng and the others, they were originally depressed. Now that they heard Yang Ling's words, they felt a lot better.

Yang Ling looked at Liu Yidao and asked, "Do you know where you lost this time?"

Liu Yidao also replied generously: "The loss is due to disunity, and it is individual heroism."

"Yes, your understanding is quite clear." Yang Ling smiled, and then said earnestly: "You can be regarded as a veteran who has fought in wars, and you should know the principles of unity and cooperation. , use all your strength in one place, so that you can continue to win battles. Look at you this time, although you ran to the finish line first, but your brothers were thrown away by you, and the entire company was scattered. If we start a war, can we win the battle?"

Liu Yidao lowered his head in shame, he wanted to win Wang Meng, and he ran there with his head buried and cared about his brother.

"Assistant member, I know I was wrong, next time I will never leave any brothers behind, and run to the finish line with them."

Seeing that Liu Yidao was able to clearly recognize his mistakes, he was very pleased: "Not only do you have to be together when you are running, but you have to be together when you eat and fight in the future. You must always think of every brother in your heart, so that the company has a sense of identity." , a sense of honor, and unite together, because with individual courage, the company cannot win a battle if it is scattered."

Yang Ling also knew in his heart that the reason why the National Revolutionary Army's combat effectiveness was poor was not only the lack of weapons and ammunition, but another important factor was the discord among the people.

The commanders and soldiers of the various troops are not of the same mind, and there are intrigues between the various troops. The result of being scattered is to be broken by the enemy one by one. He hopes that the troops can become a monolithic one, share weal and woe, and become a sharp blade that cuts at the Japanese army!

Text Chapter 342 Winter Training ([-])

Although Yang Ling paid close attention to military training and trained his brothers to be fierce and tough, he also did not relax in improving their ideological consciousness.

During the rest of the training, Yang Ling gathered the brothers together, instilled patriotism in them, instilled in them the responsibility of soldiers, let them understand themselves more clearly, and stop fighting in a daze.

Yang Ling is like a famous lamp. It not only teaches the brothers how to fight, but also makes them understand why they go to war. It makes many brothers understand the meaning of fighting the Japanese army and their responsibility. I have to work harder.

"In the past, our warlords fought civil wars, which was a waste of time and money. It was our common people who suffered. It is shameful and meaningless to fight this kind of war. Only those warlords will benefit in the end."

"But it's different now. We are fighting a national war. We are glorious. This little Japan wants to destroy our country and race. It wants to occupy our Chinese land and make us slaves. We can agree to this." ?!"

"We can't promise! We have to take up arms to defend our country, our hometown behind us, our parents, wives and children. If our soldiers run away and get scared, it will only be our family members who will suffer..."

Yang Ling spoke impassionedly, and explained the truth to the brothers clearly and clearly, letting them know that it is an honor for them to fight Japan now, and it is what men should do. Don't be a deserter, that would be shameful.

"Deputy commander, the little devil has cannons and tanks, but we have been losing battles, can we survive if we continue to fight?"

Although some brothers fought bravely, they were also very confused in their hearts. Shanghai was defeated, Nanjing was also lost, and North China was also lost. They were defeated all the way. Although Yang Ling said resistance was glorious, they could not see victory hope.

"Brothers, the little devils have cannons and tanks. We were indeed defeated a while ago, but the little devils didn't get any cheap, and they also suffered heavy losses!"

"Besides, in my vast country, there are forty million compatriots behind us cheering for us. They save food and clothes to support the front line. We will get more guns and a steady stream of supplementary troops. We wiped out a division. We will soon be able to pull up two divisions!"

Yang Ling took a sip of water, moistened his throat and continued: "But the little devils can't do it. Their country is small and has few resources. If they die, they will lose one, and if they destroy a plane, they will lose one plane. So, as long as we keep Fight on, don't surrender, there will always be times when the little devil can't hold on!"

Although Yang Ling knew in his heart that China's steel output was only 500 tons a year, and the devils' annual output was more than [-] million tons. This was not at the same level. The devils could produce weapons faster than them, but he couldn't pour cold water on his brothers. We must give them hope and let them know that as long as the fight continues, Little Japan can always be brought down.

"Yes! Let's drag down the little devil!" A brother understood the key point and shouted, waving his fists.

"Didn't the newspapers say that we don't care about the gains and losses of a city or a place, we have to trade space for time, consume the little devils, drag the little devils down! Victory belongs to us!"

After Yang Ling finished speaking, there was thunderous applause from below. Yang Ling's words lifted the spirits, reinjected strength into the hearts of the brothers, and gave them the confidence to defeat the devils.

So what if the devil is strong now, we will be able to consume you to death one day. Although this idea is simple, it can make the brothers not pessimistic and desperate about the future.

Yang Ling's ideological education was very effective, which boosted their morale and trained them harder, because they knew that as long as they continued to fight, China would not perish.

In addition to ideological education for the brothers, Yang Ling also set up a special literacy class in the regiment, and all officers above the class must be able to read and write.

Except for a small number of these officers in the regiment who graduated from various military academies, the vast majority of them came from the top soldiers.

Although they fought unambiguously, their illiteracy seriously restricted their development and vision. Many people couldn't even understand simple order documents, let alone more advanced studies.

These officers are good at fighting, but the lack of knowledge and culture seriously restricts them. Maybe they can lead a platoon, a company to fight a small battle, but this is all based on their previous experience.

If they were asked to command more troops to fight, those experiences would not be enough, and when they were promoted, compared to those military students who had studied systematically, they also seemed a bit powerless.

These company and platoon leaders who have fought battles have rich combat experience. After the two battles in Shanghai and Nanjing, a large number of elite veterans died in battle, and these veterans have become scarce.

They have followed Yang Ling all the way to the present, and they can be regarded as the subordinates brought out by Yang Ling. Yang Ling trusts them, so he doesn't want them to stay in the position of company platoon leader forever and charge forward, but hopes that they can grow into his right-hand man.

Most of the teachers in the literacy class are surviving student soldiers and those from military academies. They can read and write, and they are the best teachers.

Compared with military training, Yang Ling's literacy class has stricter regulations, and even stipulates that each brother needs to learn how to write a few words every day.

Most of the brothers came from poor backgrounds and had no qualifications to study before, but they have an inexplicable admiration and respect for people with knowledge and culture, so when the literacy class opened, they got this opportunity, and most of them cherished it very much, so they learned very serious.

Only the two company commanders, Liu Yidao and Wang Meng, got big heads when they saw learning to write. They would rather go for an armed raid for ten kilometers than sit there all morning, it would be a torment.

Yang Ling saw that the two of them hadn't learned a word in two days, so he had to punish them if they couldn't learn a word. If they couldn't learn it, they wouldn't be allowed to eat until they learned it.

Under Yang Ling's strict requirements, Liu Yidao and Wang Meng finally had to bite the bullet and learn. After going back and forth, they learned a lot of words, and they could understand simple order notes.

Yang Ling's cultural studies and military training were going on at the same time. The brothers were exhausted every day, and most of the time they went back to the house and fell asleep.

Yang Ling worked hard to train the brothers who were complaining incessantly in the suburbs of Bengbu. At the beginning, Zhou Zhidao, the commander of the 151st Brigade, sent someone to inquire about Yang Ling's training situation, to see what his abilities were.

But seeing that Yang Ling not only reversed his sluggish morale in a short period of time, but also trained his brothers like howling wolves, he was completely relieved, let him go to the training, stopped asking questions, and concentrated on other things things went.

Yang Ling and the others seemed to have been forgotten. Yang Ling was also very satisfied that the brigade did not interfere with his training, and was happy to follow his own way.

When Yang Ling was instructing his brothers to conduct civil engineering training on hard ground, a captain trotted up to Yang Ling.

"Report! Deputy Head Yang, the new recruits for us have arrived."

Hearing that the additional recruits had arrived, Yang Ling was very happy, and handed over the training command to Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, and went straight to the camp in spite of the regiment's subordinate.

Text Chapter 343 Winter Training ([-])

A group of soldiers in new cotton uniforms, led by a row of armed veterans, arrived at the suburban town where Yang Ling and the others were stationed.

The desolate and desolate town became as lively as New Year's Eve because of the arrival of recruits. The steps by the street and the roofs of the town were crowded with old and young men, and some people leaned against the mottled wooden doors.

These common people looked at these young soldiers with immature faces with great interest, and whispered to guess where these recruits came from.

Although there are a large number of these recruits, it looks like a dark place, but the people are not afraid. Compared with the veterans who have fought in the town stationed in the town, these recruits are too immature and not sturdy enough, and the curious eyes There is no such fierce murderous intent.

"Boss, would you like a bunch of candied haws?" Those peddlers also smiled and came to sell their goods.

Compared with those old and cunning veterans, these fledgling recruits made the best money, so the cigarette sellers and wine sellers all came to the front.

These recruits had traveled long distances, and their military caps, faces and cotton uniforms were covered with mud and dust. At this moment, they were extremely curious about this strange town and the strange people, and looked around.

Those recruits looked at the shiny red candied haws and swallowed, but touched their empty pockets, sighed and walked a few steps quickly, fearing that the candied haws would hook the gluttons out of their stomachs.

There are also many recruits with silver dollars collected by their parents and fellow villagers before enlisting in the army, and they start to bargain with those tobacco and alcohol dealers.

"Go away! Go away! You want to be beaten, don't you?" Those veterans with guns were fierce, and they shouted at the peddlers who approached to maintain order.

Most of these gun-wielding veterans had fought one or two battles. They followed these recruits, one was to escort them along the way, and the other was to prevent the recruits from escaping midway.