Rise From Eight Hundred

The news that Commander Tang was going to disband the "special training camp" had long been heard by several officers of the 4th Battalion.

Several company commanders were immediately anxious. That was the most important troop supply in their plan. They knew the difference between new recruits and veterans very well. If all the veterans who had been on the battlefield were gone, they would have to take a group of new recruits to the battlefield?

In that case, I'm afraid that even the weak ones would not have a turn.

No matter how good the 270 were, they were just a reinforced company. On a battlefield with tens of thousands of people participating in the war, being a reserve team was probably a consolation prize!

Except for Shangguan Yun, who had been promoted to battalion commander, the other three major-level company commanders were colleagues of the same level as Tang Dao during the Battle of Four Lines. Their friendship was not enough to change Tang Dao's mind. However, Qin Ruoyu, who was newly promoted to the company commander of the fire support company, was a direct subordinate of Tang Dao when he was the company commander. Moreover, Tang Dao did not hide the big plan from Lei Xiong when he discussed it. Their relationship was definitely good.

Just like that, Qin Ruoyu called Li Jiujin, who had the best relationship with him, to come here. They happened to see Tang Tuanzuo had already left the special training camp and stood on the top of a mountain five or six hundred meters away to observe.

Tang Dao certainly knew what his subordinates were thinking. Seeing these two coming, he didn't say anything, but just quietly picked up the telescope and watched the officers and soldiers in the special training camp leave in groups of three or five.

Tang Dao was certainly not playing tricks. If they had suffered serious psychological trauma in the prisoner-of-war camp and had developed a strong fear of war, then if they were allowed to go to the battlefield, they might cause trouble. It would be better to really let them go.

The little butterfly who came from the future knew too much about the importance of mental illness. It was a more terrible disease than physical disability. It was also one of the main reasons why the special training camp gathered to oppose a large number of ideological and political studies.

The more you fear something, the more you resist it!

Of course, compared with this psychological trauma, Tang Dao also had another reason for letting these prisoners of war leave.

They have already been considered people who have "died" for this country once. From the perspective of human nature, why can't they be given another chance to choose their own life?

Who is born a hero?

However, Qin Ruoyu, who saw that his troops were running out, could not bear it anymore and could only speak while passing a cigarette to Tang Dao.

"Old company commander, it's done. I think it's done. If it goes on like this, those guys will really be gone soon." Qin Ruoyu lit the cigarette in Tang Dao's mouth, who had been looking at the front indifferently, and said almost in a pleading manner:

"I beg you, these soldiers are all good soldiers! Many people in the 39th Independent Brigade fought against the devils in the Great Wall War of Resistance, and they are Chinese with some backbone just because they have not surrendered to the devils for a year. When they come to our 4th Battalion, we will train them well and they will definitely become heroes! I guarantee that such a thing will never happen today."

"Yes! Sir, you see that my 7th Company has not been fully staffed yet. Those new recruits are almost scared to death when they hear the grenade explosion. They are about to fight the Japanese again. I, the leader of the vanguard, don't want to wash their diapers." Li Jiujin also joined in.

"Bullshit, didn't that come from the recruit period? What, you, Li Jiujin, dared to charge under machine gun bullets as soon as you joined the army? Then I think you may not survive more than three days." Tang Dao squinted at the old soldier who supported Qin Ruoyu, and he was intimidating without anger.

"Hehe! Isn't this going to be a big battle? Old Qin and I are afraid of embarrassing you, the old company commander!" Li Jiujin replied with a dry laugh.

Among the senior officers in the Sihang Regiment, the two of them plus Leng Feng are the three platoon leaders under Tang Dao who were promoted to company commanders in the Sihang Warehouse. They are the most qualified to call Tang Dao the old company commander!

Without this kind of relationship of carrying guns and fighting for life together, you may not have the courage to persuade Tang Dao.

Everyone knows that Tang Tuanzuo is the most decisive. As long as he decides, he must act according to his will. This is also the most decisiveness that a leader should have.

Turning his head and looking into the distance, Tang Dao's eyes are a little bleak!

"No need to call me old company commander. Everyone knows that you two are my old brothers, Tang Dao, brothers who fought together in Sihang Warehouse." Tang Dao suddenly said.

"But do you know that I did this today with a sense of indulgence?"

Qin Ruoyu and Li Jiujin looked at each other in shock. No matter how much they thought they knew Tang Dao, they could never have expected Tang Dao to say this.

Because they didn't know that the officer and comrade in front of them were actually from the future. He didn't know the fate of everyone here, but he knew the fate of certain groups.

For example, the 542nd Regiment, if he hadn't appeared, the brave soldiers who defended the honor of the entire Chinese army would eventually be squeezed out of their last bit of strength and die miserably in a pit on a Pacific island.

Another example is the 39th Independent Brigade. In the past, most of them were transported to mines in the three northeastern provinces. After the victory of the war, there were less than a thousand people left.

These Chinese soldiers bid farewell to their families and joined the army with great enthusiasm, but they ended up with such a tragic ending. If it is sad that they did not even get the name of death in battle, it is better to say that their death was not even counted in the casualties of the entire Patriotic War, which is extremely sad!

The dead are dead, but what about the living?

Not to mention the sacrifice allowance from the government, even the death notice is unknown when it will be delivered. Even many families are still struggling to find their children decades later. They don’t know whether they are alive or dead. I don’t know how many parents still miss them when they are dying.

Let’s say that in the future war between China and jungle monkeys, the allowances issued to the families of martyrs were only 500 RMB. Although it was not too little in that era, many mothers could not even go to the border to see their sons’ tombstones.

Because the cost of the road was too high.

Tang Dao clearly remembered that when the captain, who was already a colonel, talked about the bravery of his 18-year-old comrade who died in the jungle, he did not cry, but when he talked about the young comrade’s mother who could only have the opportunity to touch his tombstone 20 years later, he burst into tears.

A middle-aged tough guy who had always been as hard as iron in Tang Dao’s eyes, with four gold stars on his shoulders and commanding the most elite troops in the frontier military region, when he talked about the moment when he looked at the gray hair of the mother of the fallen comrade, he put down all his strength in front of his soldiers and burst into tears.

He said that since he and his comrades went to the battlefield, or to be more precise, the moment they held their guns and started charging under military orders, most of them did not have much fear of death.

Because, deeply rooted in their bones is the military rule that has been repeated for decades in the army: Soldiers, obeying orders is their first duty. Once the military order is given, even if they die, they must fall facing the enemy position.

However, they still have concerns, afraid that their mother will be sad. Afraid that their mother can't even see her son's tombstone.

After a long twenty years, the gray-haired mother touched her son's cold tombstone. The gray hair and the tombstone gently touched, just like the scene when the son was in his mother's arms when he was a child. That was almost the pain and sorrow of all Chinese soldiers in the entire era.

And all this is because of poverty.

War is the most terrible money-burning machine.

Supporting a war has almost burned up the wealth of a nation. How can a country that is not rich enough to comfort those families who have sacrificed their lives for the motherland and the nation? This is a dilemma in itself.

Therefore, since the Tang Dao came to this era, the most thing the Tang Dao did besides fighting was to make money desperately.

The money was just what he wanted to tell his brothers who had fought for him. I asked you to die with me for this nation, but please rest assured that your family would be well fed.

Because in Tang Dao's heart, from the magnificent Patriotic War to the future China, the basis for all war victories was not the famous generals standing at the peak of glory, but those ordinary people who could not be more ordinary.

Yes, those numbers that were only worthy of being written into history books.

They were not smart, and smart people were rarely willing to sacrifice their lives easily; they were not rich, and rich people rarely entered the barracks for military pay, and those people had ways to stay away from war; they did not even have lofty ideals, and could not even write their own names; but it was these most ordinary people who used their lives and strength to become the backbone of this country and nation.

They fought for the extremely meager military pay, and for their parents, wives and children not to be bullied, so they stood in front of the vicious enemy with their thin chests and raised their steel guns.

Is this a hero? They themselves may not be so clear, but they still did it.

Chinese soldiers have always been the best soldiers on this planet. They don't need much, but they are willing to die for it!

"Just like I asked you before, do you want to choose to follow me, because I am also a person who has died once and made a second choice in life.

You are all good, so we have the opportunity to stand here side by side again." Tang Dao took a puff of cigarette in silence and exhaled a thick smoke.

"So, taking this opportunity, I also hope to give them the power to make a new choice, just as a reward for not surrendering to the devils in the prisoner-of-war camp."

Qin Ruoyu and Li Jiujin were both stunned. They might not have expected that the commander in front of them, who was always known for his toughness on the battlefield, would have such softness in his heart.

But such softness made them instinctively feel that the choice they made was not wrong.

War is cruel, but the commander must have warmth!

Yes, when the northern man said in tears that he was not convinced and that he had been whipped nearly a hundred times in the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp, Tang Dao finally softened his heart.

Ordinary people like them have actually achieved excellence beyond their own abilities. Tang Dao, who once scolded them for being trash, is willing to give them another chance to choose their future and give their families a chance.

Letting them choose their own future is both a test and a release.

Perhaps, they will still live a miserable life at the most critical moment of this country and nation, but no matter what, their chances of survival are much greater than making the choice to go back to the battlefield.

Because Tang Dao knows very well that the war has just begun and the future battlefield will be more cruel.

All the people here, including him and several comrades around him, can survive until the end of the war.

Then, Tang Dao and several officers watched silently on the top of the high mountain, watching the officers and soldiers of the special training camp leave continuously.

Half an hour!

One hour!

.....

More than 400 people left!

Qin Ruoyu had already smoked out his cigarette, and by the way, he had emptied out the old soldier with an even more bitter face.

The number of people leaving was gradually sparse, and finally, there was no one.

Looking at them from a distance, Tang Dao couldn't help but feel a little sour in his nose.

Although nearly one-fifth of them left, it was really beyond his expectation that so many people could stay.

For human nature, only after experiencing life and death can one know the preciousness of life.

Choosing to leave is the most correct choice for ordinary people.

But these officers and soldiers in the special training camp, who should have been composed of the most ordinary Chinese soldiers, chose a choice that ordinary people should not make.

Even if they stayed, it was because most of them lived in the north, which was an enemy-occupied area and they had nowhere to go.

Then they were also brave, because as long as they chose to kneel down, the Japanese still needed labor to create wealth for them.

Tang Dao strode down the mountain top after pinching out the cigarette fiercely.

Since they chose to stay, it was his turn to surprise them and let them know that they would not regret making such a choice.

"Captain, these people who stayed said they didn't want to leave! They wanted to return to the front line." Ye Chenghuan reported to Tang Dao with some excitement on his face.

As the highest commander of the special training camp, the officers and soldiers of the special training camp have been training under his guidance for nearly a month. It can be said that they are all his subordinates. If all of them are voluntarily dismissed, Ye Chenghuan's training plan can be said to be a complete failure.

Now, there are still nearly 1,700 people who have not left, which at least shows that the ideological education he advocates is not completely ineffective.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Four-Line Regiment can add these 1,700 people to various departments, and the problem of replenishing troops that he is worried about can be solved almost instantly.

The battalion commanders and company commanders of the artillery battalion, cavalry battalion, engineering company, medical company, and communication company don't have to come to him, the director of the political department, every day to ask for people.

Originally, these were all matters of the General Staff.

But since Gong Shaoxun went to take charge of the secret military factory, Tang Dao was not there, and Deputy Commander Lei was only in charge of military and garrison security. He, the third in command, was equivalent to holding two positions at the same time. He could only sleep for five hours at most a day and was almost exhausted.

He even suspected that Tang Dao had a grudge against him. Even the donkeys in the production team didn't use him like this.

But thinking about the expectations of the division and brigade leaders, and thinking about how exciting it would be if the Four-Line Regiment joined the 80th Army, Director Ye Da actually gritted his teeth and persisted.

Tang Dao nodded solemnly.

The officers and soldiers of the special training camp who were still standing watched Tang Dao return again, all straightened their chests and put their legs together, which were already so sore, and tried to stand up straight, looking back at the colonel standing in front of them and looking at them.

But this time, there was no previous hatred in their eyes, but more shame and gratitude.

Shame because their former comrades left, left like cowards, and Tang Dao was right to say that they were scum.

But gratitude is that this seemingly ruthless but very humane colonel commander in front of him not only respected their even cowardly choice, but also fulfilled his promise to give everyone travel expenses and food, enough to support them to go home.

That is, seeing such a scene, the colonel commander should call them garbage again!

When he felt Tang Dao's gaze sweeping over him, the northern man who had already returned to the first row of the queue lowered his head in humiliation. He was ready to face the ridicule of this officer.

At least one infantry squad was gone from his Guards Company 3, which was much more than he had imagined.

Even at the end, he gradually understood, but it was still painful. He would avenge the brothers who were killed by the Japanese, even if it cost him his own life.

He was determined to join the Four-Line Regiment, even if he had to start as a soldier.

But it might not be what he expected.

The colonel commander who cursed without mercy actually laughed.

Standing in front of these officers and soldiers who had been spurned by him, he laughed!

He laughed hard!

Yes, Tang Dao's laugh was not brilliant, but very strong.

Tang Dao's eyes were bright, so bright that the prisoners of war had an illusion that the man who had previously scolded them, the light flashing in his eyes, was it tears?

How could that be possible?

"Are you all waiting for me to laugh at you again and say you are trash?" Tang Dao's metallic voice penetrated the whole audience.

"Then, you bowed your head and were forced to bear it, because many of your companions left cowardly. They were afraid of the battlefield, afraid of death and the experience of being captured. So, they chose to leave and would rather live in humility from now on."

"Yes, you are right. You are indeed trash. The 29th Army had a full 100,000 troops, and they lost the entire North China in less than a month of resistance, even if the opponent was nearly 200,000 Japanese pirates armed to the teeth.

But because of your retreat, all the fathers and villagers in North China have been under the iron hoof of the Japanese invaders from then on. You say, what is your North China army if not trash?" Tang Dao's ruthless ridicule and attack made all the prisoners of war bow their heads in humiliation.

Many people had tears in their eyes, and even tears flowed down their faces.

What Tang Dao said was absolutely right. From this perspective, they are indeed trash. A hundred thousand troops only resisted for less than a month and lost their hometown.

Even though several generals died for their country in that battle, even though more than 10,000 soldiers died on the battlefield, it was still a complete defeat, a big defeat!

It was them who lost most of North China! They lost the hometowns of most of the people standing here!

Home is the softest corner in everyone's heart, even the tough guy who never shed a tear when being whipped by the Japanese invaders.

The big man in the north had already burst into tears.

His hometown was lost several years earlier!

"But, it's you rubbish. I don't want to admit it, but..." Tang Dao looked around the room, looking at the prisoners with their heads drooping, and a "fierce" smile appeared on his face again, "But I still have to say, I'm proud of you."

The prisoners suddenly raised their heads and looked at Tang Dao with disbelief.

What did he say? Was he saying he was proud of us?

"Yes, that's right, I'm proud of you bastards." Tang Dao's voice was like a loud bell, deafening.

"The most difficult thing for people is not failure, but how to face failure. You have failed before. Many people choose to be weak and accept failure. That is the most normal choice, because we are all ordinary people, and no one is born a hero.

But you, you who are standing in front of me, have been worthy of my pride since the moment you chose to stand here.

No matter what your reasons are, you did not leave, you are not just an ordinary Chinese, but a real Chinese soldier. You are qualified to be my brother, my comrade, and fight side by side with me and my brothers.

All of you have passed the last assessment of the special training camp. From today on, you will be a member of my Four-Line Regiment. It won't be long before you have the opportunity to use the guns in your hands to wash away the shame you have suffered."

He said he was proud of us, and called us soldiers and comrades. We became a member of the Four-Line Regiment.

The prisoners burst into tears of surprise, and they stood straighter involuntarily, and even their extremely tired legs seemed less sore.

At this moment, they just wanted to follow the figure who proudly called them comrades and brothers, even if they just stood straight like him.

"Salute to comrades!"

With Ye Chenghuan's order, all the soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment raised their hands and saluted!

"Salute to the commander and comrades!" The northern man roared.

All the officers and soldiers of the special training camp raised their right hands fiercely, up to their eyebrows!

The blood of the soldiers was re-injected into the hearts and even the whole body of this group of northern soldiers!

Perhaps, this is the last ideological education training course for the officers and soldiers of the special training camp presided over by Tang Dao!

Those who left passed!

Those who stayed, full marks!