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

Yang Ling failed to be promoted to deputy brigade commander, but as compensation, the division also recommended him to the Nanyue guerrilla cadre training class, hoping to be gilded.

Not long after Yang Ling returned to the regiment, the official notice was issued. Besides Yang Ling, Wang Huzi and the blacksmith were also on the list this time.

"What kind of guerrilla did you learn? Can you beat the devil's planes and cannons in a small fight? I think it's just a toss..."

Knowing that he was selected to study in the Nanyue guerrilla cadre training class, Wang Huzi was 1 reluctant. In his eyes, this was no different from being assigned to the frontier.

After all, the 74th Army is now thriving. It has become the general reserve army directly under the Central Military Commission. Its weapons and equipment and the combat effectiveness of officers and soldiers have been given priority. As long as it works hard, the future is bright.

But now that he was sent to a guerrilla training class, wouldn't it be dangerous and hopeless to fight guerrillas in the enemy's rear after graduation, so his heart was full of complaints.

"Tuan Zuo, let's go to the teacher and talk to whoever we like, I don't want to go anyway." The blacksmith also had a sad face.

In war, he dared to fight and rushed without fear of death, even if there were mountains of swords and fire in front of him, he would not frown, but going to study now made him retreat in his heart.

Back in the regiment, Yang Ling asked his brothers who could read and write to teach these officers to literacy, and the painful experience of asking them to learn how to read and write is still vivid in his memory. Going to the training class now, he must not suffocate him to death.

"Tuan Zuo, don't go there either. I think this is someone playing tricks behind their backs. We can't be fooled." Although Liu Yidao and the others were not selected, they also defended Yang Ling.

I thought Yang Ling could be promoted to deputy brigade commander, but he didn't get the deputy brigade commander after returning from the division. Instead, he went to a training class that he had never heard of. They all felt worthless for Yang Ling.

"Let's write a joint letter to the division seat together. Zhang Qingyun, who is a dog, can transfer to the division department. Why can't our regiment be the deputy brigade commander..." Qin Shou also booed.

Looking at these noisy brothers, Yang Ling was moved, but also had to stop their reckless actions.

"Stop arguing, we are soldiers, and it is our duty to obey orders."

The teacher seat didn't give a direct notice, but went to talk to him first, and the matter has been explained very clearly.

He was promoted from second lieutenant platoon leader to colonel commander in just one year. Although he has military exploits, the speed is still a bit fast. If he wants to be promoted to major general and brigade commander, he may really lack the enthusiasm.

After all, there are a lot of officers who have graduated from various military academies of the 74th Army. Even if he, a grassroots with no military academy background, is promoted to deputy brigade commander, it is the end.

Now the teacher asked him to study in the guerrilla cadre training class, just to make his resume look better, with the emperor's disciple.

At least when he is promoted in the future, he will not dare to gossip, which can be regarded as clearing away a major obstacle for future promotion. This is called retreating to advance.

"Tuan Zuo, that fellow Zhang Qingyun must have spoken ill of you behind the teacher's seat, otherwise why would he have sent you to some guerrilla training class..." Liu Yidao and the others were still aggrieved.

Yang Ling looked at the brothers who thought about him, and said with a smile: "You really think this guerrilla training class is useless? Do you know who is the director and who is the deputy director?"

"Who is it?" The blacksmith asked curiously. The brothers all stretched their necks, waiting for Yang Ling's answer.

Yang Ling pointed to the sky and said: "The commissioner is the director, Chief Chen Cheng and Deputy Chief of Staff Bai Chongxi are the deputy directors, and Chief Tang Enbo is the chief of education..."

The blacksmith and the others scoffed at this unknown guerrilla cadre training class, but when they heard Yang Ling say that, they immediately gasped.

Those military officers from Whampoa all called themselves students in front of the chairman, which was an honor they envied.

They do not have the ability and qualifications to be admitted to Whampoa to become disciples of the emperor, and they can only envy them in normal times.

But now as long as they enter this training class, they will suddenly become disciples of the emperor. This huge change made them speechless for a moment in shock.

"Is there anything else you don't want to go now?"

Yang Ling looked at Wang Huzi and the blacksmith who were still yelling not to leave with a half-smile.

"Hey, since it's the command of the officer, we as soldiers naturally have to obey it." Wang Huzi immediately said with a smile, his heart was full of joy.

"You have a thick skin—" Liu Yidao cursed with a smile, but his eyes were full of envy.

Yang Ling wanted all these brothers to study and study. After systematic study, even if it wasn't for the purpose of becoming disciples of the Son of Heaven, it would be good to improve their ability to command and fight.

But unfortunately, the number of places is limited, and the officers in the regiment can't be gone all at once, and someone has to look after the house.

"You can't forget me when you get rich in the future." Shunzi said with a smile, beating Wang Huzi's chest.

Wang Huzi smiled and said, "Am I that kind of person? I must not forget my brothers."

"Okay, don't be envious. This time, the three of us will go to Taoism first. I heard that this guerrilla cadre training class is only the first phase. You should train your brothers well in the regiment and don't slack off. The third term will definitely recruit people soon, and you all have a chance."

Yang Ling's words immediately made Liu Yidao and those who were not selected feel a lot more at ease. Just because they were not selected, it doesn't mean they won't be able to go in the future.

"When I'm not in the regiment, Liu Yidao, you manage the regiment for me. If you have a lot to do, talk to Shunzi, battalion commander Chen and the others to discuss, train well, and don't make trouble for me..."

"Tuan Zuo, you can rest assured, with me here, I promise to train the brothers!" Liu Yidao also patted his chest to promise.

Text Chapter 7 Old Acquaintances

After Yang Ling and the others arranged everything in the regiment, the three packed their bags and prepared to leave Changsha to report at the Nanyue guerrilla cadre training class.

Brothers like Liu Yidao prepared a table of good dishes the night before and practiced them for Yang Ling and the others. Before dawn the next day, Yang Ling and the others got up and were ready to go.

"Tuan Zuo, take care all the way, if you don't have enough money, send a message to the group, and I'll send someone there." Liu Yidao and the others also got up early to see them off.

Seeing this group of old brothers, Yang Ling was also worried, and asked again: "During the few months I've been away, you should take care of your home and discuss things that cannot be resolved...

"Yes!" Liu Yidao and the others all agreed.

This group of people has fought against the little devils together in the rain of bullets since the Battle of Songhu, and the feeling of life and death is something that others cannot understand.

"Okay, let's go back."

Although they were reluctant and uneasy, but they always had to be alone, Yang Ling and the others climbed into the car that came to pick them up, waved to Liu Yidao and the others, and left.

Watched by Liu Yidao and the others, the car emitted smoke and dust, and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

This time, there were more than a dozen people selected by the 74th Army to be sent to the Nanyue guerrilla cadre training class. After Yang Ling and the others met in the division, they went all the way south and drove straight to their destination in a car.

The condition of the road was not very good, and many road sections were destroyed by the planes that the little devils bombed deep into Hunan. Yang Ling and the others stopped and stopped until they arrived at Nanyue Town on February [-]th.

The site of the guerrilla cadre training class was set up in the Bible school previously run by Americans in Nanyue Township, but the school had limited capacity, and the Nanyue Temple and Huangting Temple were temporarily requisitioned and turned into classrooms.

In the early spring, Nanyue Town was still deserted and deserted, but because there would be a training class here, there were already troops on the outskirts responsible for the security work.

Many roadblocks were set up along the way, and quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns were erected on the top of the commanding height for air defense and strict security.

After all, many of the people who can come here to participate in the training class are school-level officers, and they can be regarded as elites in the army. If it is a little devil doing bad things, it will definitely cause unnecessary losses.

Because Yang Ling and the others had a letter of recommendation from the war zone, they easily passed through various checkpoints along the way and arrived at the school smoothly.

The entire Nanyue Town is already very lively. The students from various troops who arrived here earlier and the vendors who came here after hearing the news made the place bustling and bustling.

Because the school was scheduled to start on February [-]th, most of the students who arrived early had nothing to do and were wandering around.

Those small traders also knew that most of the trainees who came here to participate in the training were school-level officers, and they knew that they were not short of money, so they all tried their best to sell some strange things, and the sound of bargaining filled the streets and alleys.

"Hey, I thought it was a place where birds don't shit, but I didn't expect it to be more lively than our residence."