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

Now Yang Ling and their third guerrilla detachment are short of talents, and Sun Zhong, the former cooking squad leader, has to rush the ducks to the shelves to manage this mess.

Fortunately, Sun Zhong was steady in his work. Although he was hot and busy, he handled all affairs in an orderly manner. Moreover, his integrity and self-discipline were what Yang Ling valued most, and he was very satisfied with his work.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Hearing that Yang Ling was looking for him, Sun Zhong still felt a little apprehensive. He recalled all the work on the way here, and there was indeed nothing missing, so he entered Yang Ling's office.

"Well, sit down and talk." Yang Ling asked Sun Zhong to sit down.

"Recently, your military supply department has been quite busy. You have done a good job, and you have worked hard." Yang Ling looked at Sun Zhong who was full of tiredness, and first affirmed their work.

"Sir, don't say that, this is what we should do."

Although Sun Zhong was modest in his mouth, he was happy in his heart. After all, it was not easy to get the praise from the chief.

"Now we have just gained a firm foothold here, and the army will expand again. I'm afraid you will have to be busy for a while. Your military supplies are very good. You must keep an eye on me."

"Don't worry, sir, our Military Supplies Department will fully cooperate with the expansion of the troops."

"Well, I'm relieved." Yang Ling nodded.

"Here I give you a task. We haven't got the winter clothes yet. You go back and withdraw some money. According to the number of troops, send people to various cloth shops to buy cloth and cotton. We are going to make winter clothes ourselves. "Yang Ling ordered.

Sun Zhong was also taken aback when he heard that the troops wanted to make their own winter clothes and quilts. This job is not easy to do.

"Sir, although we can buy cotton cloth with money, our military supply department is full of big men, and we don't have the ability to rush to make so many winter clothes and quilts..."

As the saying goes, money can turn ghosts around. Yang Ling has a very thorough understanding of this.

"It's simple. Just go buy the materials you need. I will ask the military propaganda team to mobilize women from all villages to help sew winter clothes. We provide materials, they provide labor, and we subsidize some oceans for them."

Now Yang Ling and his guerrillas had a good relationship with the people nearby, and it was the slack season in winter. Yang Ling believed that as long as they offered money to ask women from various villages to help them sew winter clothes, they would definitely not refuse.

Text Chapter 783 New Training

In the evening, a short rally bugle sounded on the newly opened training ground outside Xiaowangzhuang, announcing the end of the day's training.

"Assemble, assemble." The shouts of the instructors of the teaching team also rang out one after another.

These recruits who stayed in Xiaowangzhuang for training breathed a sigh of relief one after another as if they had received an amnesty, and gathered in the direction of their respective instructors.

Under Yang Ling's instruction, the recruiting work has ended. The third guerrilla detachment has recruited a total of 910 young and strong recruits from more than a dozen nearby villages, and temporarily mixed them into six recruit companies.

Yang Ling's original intention was to pull all the recruits to the training camp in Yangjiawan for closed training, and then according to their training status, they would be added to the various units under the guerrilla army.

However, Yangjiawan's training camp had limited space and housing, and it seemed a bit crowded to accommodate the recruits of the six companies suddenly, so they had to separate the first and second companies of recruits and let them stay in Xiaowangzhuang for training.

The recruits of the first and second companies were full of interest and enthusiasm for training at the beginning, but the first day of training made them complain endlessly.

Now Yang Ling and the others have compiled a training system for the guerrilla training. This first morning is the study of military regulations and disciplines. At the same time, the instructors will explain why they should fight against Japan, so as to improve the ideological consciousness of the recruits.

In the afternoon, the most basic queue training and training in military posture will be carried out, so that the recruits can gradually develop a sense of discipline and honor.

For Yang Ling and the others, these were basic adaptive training, but for those who had been tending crops in the fields since childhood and had never received military training, it was simply a nightmare.

"My mother, my legs are going to break."

Standing in this military posture for an hour without being able to move, the recruit Zhang Dachui now feels that his legs are as heavy as lead, and it seems that they are not his own.

"My leg is about to be broken. If I knew that being a soldier is more difficult than growing crops, why would I bother to be a soldier?"

Li Dequan from the neighboring village who was assigned to a recruit company also yelled regretfully.

"Isn't it all your fault? I saw you sauntering around in your new military uniform. I came here to sign up because I was so jealous. Who would have known that I would have suffered such a crime? If I had known it, I wouldn't have signed up." Zhang Dachui said complainingly.

"Bullshit, why are you still blaming me? If Chief Yang hadn't said that there is five oceans of housing allowance for enlisting in the army, you would have come?" Li Dequan gave Zhang Dachui a dissatisfied look.

"Hehe, you thought that five yuan was so easy to get, but now it's useless to regret it, bear with it, but the instructor said, whoever quits is a deserter, and deserters will be shot." Looking tired and exhausted Zhang Dachui, Li Dequan reminded him.

"Don't talk about those useless things now, I just want to have a good meal and sleep, I'm too tired." Zhang Dachui waved his hand weakly and said.

Most of the recruits, like Zhang Dachui, were exhausted during the first day of recruit training.

"Stop talking, do you still want to eat?" Seeing the whispers in the assembly line, the instructor frowned in dissatisfaction.

The instructors of these teaching teams are composed of veterans drawn by Yang Ling from the combat company. They not only have rich actual combat experience, but also participated in the training organized by Yang Ling several times, with solid military skills.

"All stand at attention!"

With the instructor's cold shout, more than 300 people gathered in the open space, the first company and the second company, stood up in unison and stood at attention.

"Relax—"

The instructor coughed and began to comment: "Let me say a few words. Today's training is your first day of training. Everyone performed well and was able to complete the training tasks. Especially the brothers in the second company and the first row performed exceptionally well. I am here Extra praise..."

The row of recruits who received the praise immediately became excited, and they couldn't help standing up straighter with their chests raised and their heads raised. Their faces were full of pride, and even their exhaustion was swept away.

And those recruits in the platoon who were not praised or even criticized looked at the row, not to mention envious in their hearts.

"In order to reward the outstanding performance of the row, I specially added a serving of braised pork tonight! I hope you will continue to work hard in future training!" The instructor threw this bombshell again amidst the envy of the rest of the recruits.

A row of recruits cheered excitedly when they heard that there was braised pork. After all, many people had forgotten what meat tasted like.

For these poor recruits, most of the time they don’t have enough to eat, let alone eat meat, which can only be eaten by rich and wealthy families, and they can only eat it during the Chinese New Year.

But now, on the first day of the guerrilla training, they actually had braised pork. This was something they didn't expect. The hard work during the training has long been forgotten, and now they just want to eat meat.

"Of course, brothers who haven't been rewarded don't need to be discouraged. Whoever trains hard and performs well in the future will have meat to eat. As long as you can keep at it, you can live a good year every day."

The instructor's words finally gave those brothers who did not receive the award a glimmer of hope. As long as they also trained hard and were recognized, they could also eat meat.

"Damn, I'll fight to eat meat!" Zhang Dachui, who was standing in the queue, said in a low voice, waving his clenched fists.

"Why, don't you feel tired?" Li Dequan joked with a chuckle.

Zhang Dachui said confidently: "Go, go, stay on the sidelines, and wait until I eat meat tomorrow, you kid will be greedy."

"Just blow it up, you still want to eat meat with your virtue." Li Dequan shook his head in disbelief.

"Oh, why don't you look down on me? How about we make a bet, if I can eat braised pork tomorrow, how about you washing my clothes for a month?"

Li Dequan glanced at the confident Zhang Dachui and agreed without hesitation: "You can bet, who is afraid of whom? If you can't eat braised pork tomorrow, you can wash my clothes for a month."

"Okay, that's it." The two made a bet in private.

The instructor announced the disbandment after commenting on each company, and the hungry recruits went straight to the cooking class.

Although most recruits can't eat braised pork, white flour steamed buns and fragrant rice are enough, which is many times better than eating porridge at home.