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

"Report! The first battalion is assembled!"

"Report! The second battalion is assembled!"

"Report! The third battalion is assembled!"

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, and Lao Yanqiang, the deputy commander of the third battalion, quickly assembled the troops.

"The first battalion stays at the camp and starts fighting training!"

"The second battalion is going to the east to start bombing and blasting training!"

Yang Ling quickly gave the order to the first battalion and the second battalion for training, and the two battalion commanders led the team away immediately.

Yang Ling and the others are field troops of the National Revolutionary Army, and they need to fight head-on with the devils on the battlefield.

Although it is now a period of rest, Yang Ling does not want his brothers to slack off because of this. He hopes that through training, they will always maintain a high fighting enthusiasm and not let their combat skills become unfamiliar. Once a war starts, it will be fatal.

"Regiment deputy, what are we doing in the third battalion?"

Seeing that the first battalion and the second battalion led the team to start training, while their third battalion was still standing still, the captain and company commander Wang Huzi asked.

Naturally, Yang Ling would not let the third battalion be idle. He pointed to the distant mountain shrouded in morning mist and said, "The task of our third battalion is to run to that hill and then come back."

Wang Huzi looked in the direction of Yang Ling's finger. The mountain was shrouded in morning mist, and there were rugged mountain roads and paddy fields along the way. It would take at least twenty or thirty miles to go back and forth. Isn't this killing people?

"Counselor, let's run away if we have nothing to do, and we can also practice stabbing and bombing." The blacksmith retreated in his heart as he looked at such a long road.

He has been recuperating in the hospital since he was injured in Nanjing. He has eaten well and slept well in the past few months.

Now seeing that the troops are about to run such a long distance, just like the veterans of the Honor Company, their calves trembled.

Before the blacksmith finished speaking, Yang Ling spoke again: "Your Honor Company are all veterans, and it's not nice to procrastinate when you gather. If any of you fail to complete the long-distance running training on time today, breakfast will be cancelled."

The blacksmith and the veterans of the honor company heard this, and immediately complained in their hearts. It's fine to go so far, and there is still a time limit.

"Old company commander, let's start the training." Yang Ling nodded to the deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker.

"All turn to the right! Three rows across, run away—" the old smoker roared loudly.

Wang Huzi took the lead and started to run. No matter whether the blacksmiths were honored or not, there was no room for maneuver at this moment, and they followed closely behind to the cloud-shrouded mountain.

This De'an area is no better than Yang Ling and the others' Lanfeng battlefield in the north. To the north is a flat plain area. Marching and fighting are all carried out in the plain area. No matter how good your leg skills are, it can't compare with the cavalry and tanks of the Devil Soldiers.

But in this mountainous and watery southern region, the situation is quite different. The roads are rugged and dangerous, and most of the marching depends on the legs.

Whether it was a forced march or an armed raid, as long as the troops moved quickly, they would be able to seize the opportunity and win battles in this mountainous and hilly area, so Yang Ling focused on physical fitness and raid training.

Hundreds of brothers from the third battalion roared and ran towards the hill designated by Yang Ling. Wang Huzi and the others had long been accustomed to this kind of training, climbing up and down hills like monkeys with incomparable agility.

And the veterans of the honor company led by the blacksmith had been in the hospital for so long, and they could not keep up soon due to lack of training, and ran around in a mess.

"Brothers! Come on, get ahead of Honor Company! We're Scuds!"

Seeing that Honor couldn't even run, the captain and company commander Shunzi also made trouble, led people past them, and ran to the front, not forgetting to taunt while running.

"Damn it, these guys are rabbits, they run so fast, they don't know to wait for us."

Watching the other two companies quickly pull them apart, the veteran of Honor Company sighed with hope.

The blacksmith was also tired and out of breath. Their company of honor was all veterans who rolled over on the battlefield. Yang Ling gave them the name of company of honor. He was originally complacent and thought he was superior.

But looking at it now, isn't this sincerely burying them? This dignified company of honor has been compared to others, so what will happen in the future.

"Brothers! We are an honorary company! Get up for me! Catch up!"

The blacksmith scolded and kicked those brothers who were tired and paralyzed on the ground to their feet, and started to run again in a sparse manner.

"You'd better rest, the tortoises run faster than you, no matter how you run, you can't catch up with us."

Just as the veterans of Honor Company started to run, Shunzi and the others sneered and sneered from ahead, and they were so angry that they yelled: "Little bastard, don't run if you have the guts to see if I don't kill you!"

The veterans scolded and chased, but their physical strength was inferior to others, and it was the first time to carry out such an armed raid, and soon they were so tired that they had no strength left.

This morning's raid and training made the brothers very tired, and they were so wet that they seemed to be fished out of the water. When they ran back to the camp, they all saw gold stars, and they fell down and didn't want to get up.

The veterans of Honor Company were even more miserable. Less than one-third of them were able to run back on time, and most of the rest were exhausted and panting by the side of the road.

Yang Ling also strictly enforced the discipline. If the task was not completed, the breakfast would be cancelled.

The brothers of the honor company who didn't receive breakfast didn't take it seriously at first. Anyway, they didn't eat the porridge in the morning anyway, so they just ate lunch together after staying for a few more hours.

But they didn't know that this was the beginning of the nightmare. After breakfast, before they had time to catch their breath, they were regrouped and started a new training session.

These newly recruited brothers were originally from motley crews with loose military discipline. When they were resting, they ran exercises in the morning and practiced stabbing.

But when they came to Yang Ling and the others, everything was different. Yang Ling paid close attention to the training, and he didn't even look down on the recruit training in the rear division's area.

In order to truly survive on the cruel battlefield, every brother must develop excellent skills. The recruit training in the rear division area is only to teach the soldiers to shoot, which is enough.

Although most of the troops are now veterans, because of the large losses on the battlefield, the survival period of most soldiers in the army is only about half a year.

Although these people in the army are called veterans, they have been in the army for as long as a year or as short as a few months. They have been fighting all the time, and many trainings cannot keep up.

Now Yang Ling wanted to seize this rest time and strengthen their combat capabilities so that they could survive the next battle.

"Our next training subject is shooting in motion! Each person is allowed to shoot three bullets! The old rules! Those who don't meet the standard will be cancelled!"

The brothers of Honor Company who didn't eat breakfast now have a sense of urgency. If they don't eat lunch again, they will be hungry until tomorrow. If this happens every day, they will starve to death.

Now there are only two meals in the army, and one is sparse and the other is dry, and there is only one bowl of rice for dry rice. It is bullshit to keep full. Only the front-line combat troops can maintain their physical strength with three meals a day.

Therefore, during the training subjects of shooting in sports, the veterans of these honorary companies put in all their strength to try to hit all the targets.

But after they stayed in the hospital for so long, when they touched the guns to shoot again, the accuracy dropped a lot, and many bullets went flying, so that many brothers really started to starve.

With the experience of the first day, everyone began to pay attention to Yang Ling's training on the second day, and stopped fooling around. After all, it was related to their own stomachs, and no one wanted to be hungry.

Text Chapter 425 Spy

Yang Ling and the others withdrew from the battlefield and got a rare chance to breathe, but they did not slack off because of this, but instead devoted themselves to intense training.

The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, fully supported Yang Ling's training of the troops, because he also knew that intensive training can improve the combat capabilities of the brothers, while the battlefield is to increase their life-saving experience.

A good soldier has to practice more at ordinary times, in order to be able to defend and attack on the cruel battlefield, and become a brave and capable elite.

Although the 74th Army has been established for less than a year, it has gone through the Battle of Songhu, the Battle of Nanjing and the Battle of Lanfeng. Every scene is full of vicious battles. After several bloody battles, this army has a daring spirit in its bones. Sturdy spirit.

They are the main force of the central army, they naturally don't want to be compared with the rest of the provincial army on the battlefield, and they are fighting to defend the country and fight the national war, so they naturally strive to be the first and want to make a name for themselves.