Rise From Eight Hundred

This was not the first time that these captured Chinese officers and soldiers faced a lecture from a senior officer. The last time was an army colonel, and the time before that was a lieutenant general.

However, the colonel standing in front of them, standing as straight as a pine tree, looking at them with eagle eyes, was obviously completely different from what they imagined.

When he came, he had no intention of comforting them at all. He was completely tough, not only in words, but also in the infantry platoon behind him, who quietly pointed their guns into the valley.

They were all soldiers who had experienced the battlefield, and they could clearly sense whether there was murderous intent. At this moment, with the tough attitude of the colonel in front of them, the field was also filled with murderous intent.

They believed that as long as the person in front of them gave an order, those rifles, light machine guns and two heavy machine guns would definitely fire at them.

However, the captured soldiers were also soldiers. How could they endure being humiliated like this?

So, although no one spoke, more than two thousand pairs of eyes were full of anger.

Tang Dao was looking at them, and they were also staring at Tang Dao.

"No one is talking, right? Then I'll wait!"

One man vs. 2,000 people, Tang Dao had no expression on his face, and he didn't say anything. He just stood straight in a very standard military posture.

Perhaps it was because Tang Dao was too powerful, the prisoners of war who were once soldiers responded with what they thought was the most standard military posture from being a little lazy at the beginning to the end.

No matter he was a ** or a model soldier, an officer or a recruit, in the provocation of Tang Dao's cold and standard military posture, almost all prisoners of war responded with their actions. That was the language between soldiers, even if you only stayed in the barracks for a day.

For a long time...

In such a large valley, there were more than 2,000 people standing, but the air was so quiet that it was almost stagnant.

You could even hear the intense heartbeat in the chest of the soldier at the end of the queue and his increasingly heavy breathing.

This stop lasted for a full hour.

Even though Ye Chenghuan was worried that something might happen if Tang Dao was too tough, and brought Tan Tai Mingyue, Zhao Daqiang, Qian Dazhu and a guard platoon with him, Tang Dao never looked back.

He and more than 2,000 officers and soldiers in the special training camp stood at attention, like a hawk, staring at each other, to see who would give in first.

Standing at attention is not only a technical job, but also a physical job. For these officers and soldiers who have just walked out of the prisoner-of-war camp and have not yet fully recovered their training intensity, the burden is also huge.

In fact, even Shangguan Yun, who was standing behind Tang Dao, felt a little bit overwhelmed. He had no problem before, but during the long 9 months of being "imprisoned" in the Western military camp, he was inevitably slack because he was confused about the future, which naturally led to some daily training. It was really uncomfortable to stand for more than an hour.

Even Shangguan Yun couldn't do it, not to mention the prisoners who couldn't even drink a few mouthfuls of porridge in the prisoner-of-war camp every day. If they hadn't been well-nourished in the special training camp for a month, almost no one could stand up completely in more than an hour.

Finally, someone on the opposite side couldn't help but quietly move his legs and ankles.

Tang Dao's tightly pursed mouth corners slightly raised, and the metallic voice spread throughout the venue: "Very good, it seems that the last bit of energy you have for fighting is almost gone, so hurry up and beat me up!"

The corners of the mouths of the row of colonels and lieutenants standing behind Tang Dao couldn't help but twitch fiercely, sir, what are you going to do again? What's the matter, you want to 1VS2000! Standing at attention is fine, but punching is really not good, even if we are included.

Tan Tai Mingyue lowered her head and sighed slightly. Her future husband is good in everything, but he is a bit too steely and straight. No matter whether he is a man or a woman, he wants to solve problems with fists.

But it's good this way, at least there are few stupid women like her who like him, so let's keep this trait!

Women in the new era are all about exclusive enjoyment!

Unfortunately, few does not mean no, and the reporter Tan Tai is doomed to miscalculate. Straight men don't say too many love words, but the main feature of 'steel' is hardness. How many women can refuse a man who is always 'stone-changed'?

"Yes, although none of you softies said anything, your eyes told me that no matter whether I am the highest commander here or not, I am a bastard in your eyes and hearts the moment I scolded you.

If you can, you have already started thinking about how to slap me in the face or even shoot me on the battlefield. Because, since you arrived here, although you think there are many strange eyes looking at you, I am still the first one to say that you are softies and cowards!" Tang Dao continued to roar loudly.

"So, when I stand here, even if your legs and feet are sore and you wish you could lie down instead of sitting, you still stand like me. You just want to tell me, you bastard, just wait for me. One day, I will take revenge on you."

The officers and soldiers of the special training camp continued to be silent.

It must be said that although the guy who called himself a bastard in front of him said something very irritating, he really understood people's hearts.

They seemed to think so!

"Then I might as well stab you in the heart again. I regret it very much. If I had come back ten days earlier, I wouldn't have wasted so much food." Tang Dao's voice suddenly rose at least two degrees, in the stunned eyes of everyone.

"I shouldn't have allowed Director Ye and his men to set up this so-called training camp. What qualifications do you rubbish have to come to my Four-Line Regiment? The best place for you should be in women's beds, listening to them calling you "master!"

"Boom!" The prisoners were in an uproar.

This bastard commander really went beyond their imagination.

Not only did he say they were trash and a waste of food, but he also said they were only worthy of being called "master" by women.

This was not only an insult to them, the soldiers, but they were not even worthy of being male.

It was really too much. It was too much.

Tang Dao did not continue to speak, but looked at the somewhat excited prisoners coldly. Until their voices became quieter.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "What? I said you were trash, and you don't accept it?"

"Sir, we are not trash." Some prisoners in the queue also shouted loudly in response.

"Sir, I don't accept it. I participated in the Great Wall War of Resistance! I chopped off the heads of three Japanese with my sword!" A prisoner of war who was quite burly and looked like a northern man separated the crowd, strode out, and shouted loudly.

Moreover, he casually took off the dark green summer sweatshirt issued by the special training camp, facing Tang Dao, exposing his still somewhat thin chest, pointing to the layers of scars on his chest, his face and eyes full of pride:

"I still refuse to accept it. The Japanese used various means in the prisoner-of-war camp to make us traitors, but we did not surrender.

They stipulated that anyone who did not take the initiative to bow to the guards would be whipped five times first. I received more than 100 whips in three months."

He pointed his hand at the queue and roared: "Brothers of the 3rd Company of the Guard Battalion of the Special Service Regiment of the 39th Independent Brigade of the 29th Army, come out and let me see if you are all garbage like Commander Tang said."

As the prisoners roared, more than a hundred people came out from various queues, looked at each other excitedly, and then lined up in a neat queue and trotted all the way to the prisoners with their upper bodies exposed.

"Report to the company commander, the 3rd Company of the Guard Battalion should have 154 people, but the actual number is 127!" A second lieutenant raised his hand to salute the big man.

Although this number has been confirmed after being exchanged back to the Second War Zone, and 17 people died in the prisoner-of-war camp, the northern big man still looked gloomy again. After a slight silence, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Everyone turn around and take off your clothes."

The prisoners took off their shirts.

They were all very thin, and under the bulging shoulder blades were almost clearly visible rib bone marks. Obviously, hunger alone had tortured these once strong men.

Of course, in addition to the common feature of being thin, there were also various different scars covering their shoulders and backs, and almost no one was spared.

The burly man in his thirties had a look of pride in his sad eyes. He suddenly turned back to face Tang Dao, stared at him fiercely, and roared almost word by word: "Report to the commander, I don't know about others, but there are no cowards in the 3rd Company of my guard battalion. They are all good, they are not trash. Those who don't have the opportunity to report to you here did not surrender because they were afraid of death. They were all forced to death by the Japanese guards because they had conspicuous bayonet and gunshot wounds on their bodies."

Tang Dao's face became cold and said: "Captain, you and your soldiers have killed the enemy in battle and have been tenacious in difficult environments. These are all good. The scars are the best proof. I admit it.

But, sorry, I can't take back my words. In my eyes, you are still trash."

The whole audience was suddenly silent.

Including the row of colonels and lieutenants behind Tang Dao.

The captain and his soldiers have shown their unyielding spirit in the prisoner-of-war camp with their thin bodies and scars. This is already excellent enough.

In fact, it is already excellent.

In such an environment where the Japanese army had the final say over their lives, they could die at any time. Even if they were in their place, they could not do better than these ordinary officers and soldiers.

The high bulging shoulder blades due to extreme malnutrition, the skinny ribs, and the layers of scars were the best medals of the soldiers' unyielding spirit.

The eyes of the northern man were filled with rage, his somewhat emaciated chest was rising and falling violently, and even his fists were clenched.

Obviously, if Tang Dao could not give him a satisfactory answer, he would fight Tang Dao to the death, even though Tang Dao was a colonel, the highest commander here, and the legendary heroic commander, while he was just an unknown captain, a prisoner of war who was once looked down upon, and there were guns around him that could spit out deadly flames at any time.

But so what? The humiliation from fellow tribesmen and comrades is definitely a shame that is more difficult to accept than death.

"Your performance of not surrendering in the prisoner-of-war camp is respectable enough, but the medal of a soldier should not be just a whip mark.

The blood of a soldier should not only remain in the enemy's prisoner-of-war camp, but also flow on the land under our feet.

This land is the land left to us by our ancestors. It is you and us who let the land groan under the iron hoof of the Japanese army. This is the shame of every Chinese soldier. Whether it is you or me!" Tang Dao shouted coldly.

"To wash away the shame, only blood and sacrifice are needed. But where should our sacrifice be? You tell me with your scars that it is your medal of unyielding. Then, I will show you what the real medal of a soldier is."

"Shangguan Yun, Zhao Daqiang, Qian Dazhu, Cai Yongguan, Lao Suanpan..." As Tang Dao called out the names one by one, the officers and soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment, whether they were majors, captains or sergeants on their collar badges, trotted and quickly ran to Tang Dao to gather.

"Everyone, take off your shirts." Tang Dao roared.

Including himself, a row of neatly standing officers and soldiers collectively took off their military uniforms, revealing their strong chests.

Everyone's eyes froze.

None of these middle and low-level officers and soldiers, who were the cornerstone of the army, were intact.

The dark red scars as big as a baby's fist were obviously gunshot wounds, and the red sutures like centipedes were naturally bayonet wounds. Such horrible wounds were actually seen on these lieutenant colonels and majors.

Tan Tai Mingyue's eyes were a little erratic.

She didn't want to see it, not at all. Having served the unconscious Tang Dao for so long, she didn't know how many scars there were on the strong body of her future husband. No one here would know it better than her.

Every time she thought about it, she felt distressed.

She was not proud at all, even if the man she loved deeply used the medals on his body to prove to everyone that he was the best soldier of this era and he was worthy of the medals on his chest.

She just felt distressed, and it was hard to suppress the distress.

Those glory belonging to the soldiers seemed to be cut into her heart one by one.

Now, those terrible scars came into view again, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

That was her husband!

At this moment, she was just an ordinary woman, an ordinary wife.

But her husband was also a Chinese soldier. From the moment he put on the military uniform, his life and body no longer belonged to that small family, but to this country.

The officers and soldiers of the special training camp were also stunned. That bastard colonel had so many scars on his body that it was frightening. The legendary great military achievements and the title of genius iron-blooded commander were all earned by these.

"Shangguan Yun, former commander of the 1st Company of the 542nd Regiment of the 88th Division, is now the commander of the 4th Battalion of the Sihang Regiment. He entered the battlefield of the Songhu Battle on August 18 and fought bloody battles with the Japanese invaders for two months. He experienced dozens of large and small battlefields. Later, he was ordered to lead his troops to the Sihang Warehouse in the desperate situation. He fought hard for 4 days and nights until he was ordered to withdraw to the concession..."

"Cai Yongguan, the commander of the Iron and Steel Company of the Sihang Regiment, was originally a unit of the Sichuan Army. He joined the Sihang Regiment in the Battle of Guangde and led the entire company to garrison on the high ground until the last soldier. He was rescued when our reinforcements collected the remains of our army that night. After recovering from his injuries, he led the newly formed infantry company to participate in the Shentouling ambush, Xiangtangpu ambush, and the Southeast Shanxi Campaign..."

"Lao Suanpan, former private of the 542nd Regiment of the 88th Division, followed our troops to fight in Songjiang, Guangde, Zhengcheng, and Taihang after the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, and participated in all battles since the formation of the Sihang Regiment Fighting, in the Southeast Shanxi Campaign two months ago, three people blocked a Japanese infantry squad and wiped it out. All three of them were wounded dozens of times and were seriously injured and dying. If the reinforcements had not arrived in time, we should be commemorating him in the Martyrs' Cemetery now, and no one would be able to see his scars again..."

"Qian Dazhu, a former private of the 43rd Army of the Sichuan Army, in the Songjiang Battle, our Songjiang defenders had 30,000 troops against 100,000 Japanese invaders. Only he and a signalman survived the entire company. Later, he joined the Four-Line Regiment and was ordered to rebuild his infantry company. He has served as the company commander with the rank of private until now..."

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Tang Dao pointed at them one by one and continued speaking, with endless pride in his eyes, "My soldiers, whether they are alive or dead, they are worthy of this military uniform, including myself."

The northern big man and more than 2,000 officers and soldiers of the special training camp were full of awe, but they could not say a word of rebuttal.

Indeed, they have already admitted in their hearts that with the blessing of such a "medal", the bastard commander in front of them has the capital to say that anyone is garbage.

However, they still don't want to admit that they are trash. They also want to shed blood on the land like the soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment who are proudly showing their "medals" with their heads held high. If they don't die, they can use the scars on their chests to prove to everyone that they are worthy of this military uniform.

Their eyes are red, but their chests are also high!

They are not proud, they just want to tell the bastard commander who is about to become their highest commander that they can also become one of these excellent soldiers.

As long as they are treated as normal soldiers and given guns!

That is also the purpose of their gathering and making noise this time!

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ps: Double monthly tickets, please give me monthly tickets, I almost forgot about this, brothers, please give me some monthly tickets!