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

"Deputy Battalion Commander, I was wrong during the day. I have come to apologize to you. If you feel angry, I will stand here. If you hit me, I will never fight back."

Luo Wencai felt ashamed, Qin Shou was almost shot, and at this moment he bit the bullet and came over to apologize.

Seeing Luo Wencai's nasal cavity and face swollen, Qin Shou's anger disappeared long ago. He pointed to the thing wrapped in oiled paper in his hand and said, "What did you take?"

"food."

"Take it here and have a look."

Text Chapter 562

A fight between a recruit and a veteran caused both parties to eat military sticks together. It is said that if you don't fight, you don't know each other. When the recruit Luo Wencai apologized to Qin Shou with half a roast chicken, the two sides discovered that they were fellow villagers from the same place.

"It's really flooding the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't know the family." Qin Shou was also embarrassed when he heard about Luo Wencai's hometown.

Qin Shou patted this little fellow on the shoulder, and said proudly: "In the future, if anyone dares to bully you in the regiment, tell my brother, I will stand up for you!"

The recruit, Luo Wencai, shook his head like a rattle: "This time I almost got you shot, how dare there be another time."

"Hahaha, that's true." Qin Shou felt extraordinarily refreshed after meeting a fellow villager.

"Today, we two brothers have to have a good drink." Qin Shou mysteriously took his water bottle off the wooden shelf, and found an enamel mug for recruit Luo Wencai to stuff in his hand.

"Brother Qin, it's boring for us to drink too much water. I'll treat you to a drink when I get back the military salary." Luo Wencai was also happy to meet people from his hometown here.

Qin Shou smiled mysteriously, patted his water bottle and poured half of it for Luo Wencai and said with a smile, "Do you want to try it?"

Luo Wencai took a sip suspiciously, and suddenly a hot feeling shot up his throat, and he said pleasantly, "It's wine."

"Hush," Qin Shou hastily made a shush gesture to Luo Wencai, and said in a low voice, "Our regimental deputy forbids us to drink alcohol at ordinary times. I heard that it will cause trouble, so don't make a fuss about it."

Luo Wencai nodded seriously when he saw Qin Shou's cautious appearance.

"Come on, let's talk while eating." Qin Shou tore open half a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper, smiling all over his face.

The two people who were still wrestling in the mud during the day were secretly hiding in the tent, drinking and eating roast chicken, chatting about anecdotes and strange things in their hometown, and they were having a good time.

The veterans and the recruits didn't know each other without fighting, and after they were all beaten with military sticks, their relationship became much more harmonious.

When the training started on the second day, although the veteran officers had strict requirements on the recruits as before, after the instructions of the first battalion commander Lu Xing, no corporal punishment was given to the recruits who did not meet the standards, but additional training was changed.

The recruits have seen the scars of the veterans yesterday, and they know that they are not deserters who are greedy for life and fear of death. Their strict training is just to make themselves more able to save their lives when facing devils. good.

So there was no need for the veterans to urge them, and the recruits put in all their strength to take the initiative to train, but the veterans were surprised, did they get better after a fight?

As time went by, the recruits also learned from various channels that their regiment suffered heavy losses in the previous stage of the Minshan battle, and the entire regiment was almost wiped out, and they also understood why the veterans were strict with them.

"Company commander, tell us the story of beating devils."

The recruits turned from contempt for the veterans to admiration. Taking advantage of the intervals between training and rest, they gathered around the veterans one after another, wanting to hear the stories on the battlefield.

Seeing those earnest faces, the veterans were naturally proud. They narrated the bloody battles with the devils in a slightly deep tone, which made the recruits feel as if they were actually there.

Infected by this kind of emotion, the recruits wished that they could fight side by side with the veterans on the battlefield and kill devils together.

"Little devils are very vicious. They eat well, wear well, and have good physical strength. They walk like flying. If anyone turns around and runs, they will definitely be chased and killed."

Although the veterans hated the devils, they did not belittle the devils. Instead, they asked the recruits to pay more attention to it from the bottom of their hearts, so that they would not lose their lives because they underestimated the enemy.

"Then what should we do?" Hearing that the devils were vicious, some recruits began to show timidity.

The veterans said viciously: "When you are on the battlefield, you will die and live. You can't survive by running. You can only fight the devils. Only by killing the devils can we survive ourselves."

Some recruits asked: "What if we can't beat them?"

The veteran pointed to the brothers around him and said: "There are so many brothers around us. When we are on the battlefield, we have to help each other, block bullets from each other, block bayonets from each other, and don't just charge forward foolishly. If you think you can't beat them, you can Call your brother for help."

The recruits looked at the brothers around them, and kept the words of the veterans firmly in their hearts. Brothers should help each other on the battlefield.

"Our regimental deputy said that whether we are attacking or retreating, our brothers must be firmly twisted into one rope, advance and retreat together, live and die together, so no matter what time we can, we must not abandon any of our brothers."

"What if the order is placed?" a recruit asked.

The veteran smiled: "That's because you are unlucky. It would be best if you can escape. If you are surrounded by devils, pull a grenade and blow it up with the devils. Have a good time."

Hearing the resolute look in the veteran's eyes, the recruits trembled in their hearts. When the time came, they really wanted to blow up with the devils, and they asked themselves that they couldn't do it.

Seeing the hesitant expressions of the recruits, the veterans naturally knew what they were thinking, and added a reminder: "Devils are not Guanyin Bodhisattvas who save the suffering, they are vicious, if they fall into their hands...huh. …”

Although the veteran didn't say anything, the recruits naturally knew that if they fell into the hands of the devils, they might not end well.

Seeing the recruits whose faces turned pale with fright, the veteran changed the subject and said with a smile: "Be careful about these things, and save yourself an extra bullet or grenade, so that you don't have to survive or die."

"Actually, there's nothing scary about a devil. It's just that there are two shoulders on top of one head. If you stab him once, he'll still die."

After the veterans frightened the recruits, they began to cheer them up again, really afraid that they would be frightened.

"Keep training!"

The voices of the platoon leaders of each company came from a distance, and the veterans finished their narration, and the dirt that patted their buttocks stood up: "If you want to survive, train me to death!"

The recruits naturally knew that the veteran was treating them well, so they stopped being pretentious and started training hard, whether it was shooting, stabbing or throwing bombs, they all had enough strength.

The slogans were shouted loudly on the training ground, and the battalion commanders who supervised them were also very satisfied when they saw the recruits sweating profusely from muddy water during training.

The training of the recruits was going on intensely, and Yang Ling soon returned from the brigade headquarters, bringing back the new battlefield situation.

"The devil's two divisions have already pressed down on Ma Huiling, and the troops in front have suffered heavy casualties, and they are almost unable to hold on."

In the temporary regiment headquarters in the village, after Yang Ling returned, he immediately called the battalion and company commanders to hold an emergency military meeting, and the first thing he said was bad news.

The battalion and company commanders have been focusing on the training of recruits these days, hoping to improve their combat effectiveness as soon as possible, and are also actively preparing for the battle.

But at this moment when they heard that the two divisions of the devil had pressed down on the front line of Mahuiling, they were still taken aback, and their expressions immediately became solemn.

They had experienced the devil's combat ability before. Their 74th army was on par with the devil's brigade. Now that the two divisions were overwhelmed, they immediately felt the heavy pressure.

"When are we going up?" First Battalion Commander Lu Xing asked solemnly.

Yang Ling didn't hide it at all: "The brigade will come to our regiment the day after tomorrow to personally award the officers and soldiers who have made meritorious service in combat. After the awards are completed, they will be pulled up."

Text Chapter 563 Travel Seat Arrives

The battle on the front line became more and more fierce, and the Japanese bombing clusters crossed the mountains heavily, unscrupulously bombing every Chinese garrison position and villages in the deep area.

The frontier position of Mahuiling was turned into scorched earth under the indiscriminate bombing of the devils, and the villages and towns in the deep rear area were also razed to the ground under the bombardment of heavy bombs.

The raging fire was burning, billowing black smoke straight into the sky, even the village where Yang Ling and the others temporarily rested was not spared.