The guerrilla battalion was cobbled together by many crippled companies, and the composition of the soldiers was complex and the cohesion was not strong, but Yang Ling did not have enough time to train properly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now he is the commander of the guerrilla battalion, their commander, and he has an official position, and these soldiers have to obey his orders to fight and die even if they do not want to.

But Yang Ling knew that this kind of relying on official ranks to let the subordinates obey orders in the rear was okay, but it would not work among the front-line troops, because the soldiers would never be truly loyal and dedicated.

Once the city of Nanjing is broken and the order collapses, in the face of life and death, these brothers want to run for their lives, and their own commander's orders may not work at that time.

In order to avoid this kind of thing from happening, there is only one way, only to treat these soldiers as brothers who share life and death, mingle with them, integrate with them, and gain their respect and recognition, instead of relying on their official rank to let them obey orders, so that they can follow them to the death in a difficult environment, and will not be scattered.

Yang Ling didn't have any extra nonsense, so he said one meaning, that is, he, Yang Ling, would live and die with them, treating them as brothers, not subordinates.

In fact, these brethren were not very demanding, they only needed a commander who could be of the same mind as them, who could lead them to victory, because they were so frightened that they had been abandoned countless times by the ruler who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

Now that Yang Ling, the chief, has made a statement, and he has also brought them countless sophisticated weapons, what Yang Ling has done has convinced them and made them feel at ease, which also makes them feel that it is right to follow Yang Ling, and they will follow him willingly, at least they will not let them die in vain.

"Raise your hand for machine guns!"

Yang Ling's voice was still loud, and seeing that he, the commander, was so confident, the worries and fears of the brothers in the guerrilla battalion also dissipated invisibly.

As soon as Yang Ling's words fell, a brother raised his hand: "Chief Yang, I am from the Guangxi Army, I can shoot machine guns!"

"Chief Yang, I was originally from the Northeast Army, and I've been fighting machine guns for five years!" Not to be outdone, the brothers of the former Northeast Army raised their hands.

"Me too!" Many in the crowd shouted and raised their hands.

Seeing that these brothers were so enthusiastic to sign up, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their willingness to raise their hands also meant that they were willing to live and die with him, and were willing to die for themselves, otherwise they could be completely silent.

"All those who can shoot machine guns are out of the ranks, go over there and get machine guns!" Yang Ling pointed to the order next to him.

This time, he deliberately brought back a full 25 Czech light machine guns, and he intended to form a machine gun company to strengthen the fire output of the guerrilla battalion.

There are more than 30 of these people who can fight machine guns, and most of them from the Guangxi Army and the Northeast Army also have a few former German armor divisions, and their original troops are well equipped, so many people can fight machine guns.

Yang Ling also sent more than 100 people to the machine gun company to serve as deputy shooters and ammunition men.

"Blacksmith, I'll hand over the machine gun company to you, let them get familiar with it as soon as possible and form combat effectiveness." Yang Ling handed over the machine gun company to the blacksmith, a strong man like an iron tower.

"Yes!"

When the blacksmith saw Yang Ling handing over the machine gun company to him, he knew that it was his trust in him, and he was overjoyed in his heart, and responded loudly.

"The rest of you threw all the guns in your hands at me, and exchanged them all for seven or nine rifles!" Yang Ling turned around and ordered the rest of the people.

"Sir, I used this gun well, why do I need to change it."

Someone asked puzzledly, after all, a gun has been fought for a long time and is familiar, and it is easier to get started than changing to a new gun.

Yang Ling also patiently explained: "Brothers, our guns are varied, and the bullet models are also messy, you said that on the battlefield, if the gun in your hand can't find the right bullet, won't it become a burning stick, then how to fight devils, if we change to a unified 79 rifle, whether it is ammunition replenishment or maintenance, isn't it more convenient?" The big guy said yes? ”

The brothers also felt that it made sense when they heard Yang Ling's explanation, although the guns in their hands had been used for a long time, but they were also troubled because they often couldn't find suitable bullets, but now that they had changed to 79 rifles, they didn't have to worry about the bullets.

"Brothers, let's not waste all the hard work of the battalion commander and change my gun for me!" Company commander Wang Huzi said that he was the first to change the gun.

When the brothers saw someone taking the lead, they reluctantly put down the rifle they had used for a long time and replaced it with a new seventy-nine rifle.

Yang Ling brought back countless guns and ammunition this time, and the entire guerrilla battalion could be regarded as a replacement for a shotgun, with a new look of weapons and equipment, and a bulging ammunition bag on his waist, which made them energetic.

"Why is our Chief Yang so powerful, get back so many good guns, you see that this gun is estimated to be eighty percent new." Some brothers rubbed their hands on the new guns they had come to their hands and couldn't put them down.

A veteran patted the recruit on the shoulder and said, "It's a blessing that you have cultivated for eight lifetimes to be able to meet Chief Yang, and he can't treat us badly if you follow Chief Yang to fight devils."

The brethren were naturally happy in their hearts, happy that they could meet such a good commander, and these low-level brothers did not understand any big truth, and there was only one thing, that is, whoever was good to them, they would die for whomever they wanted.

The guerrilla battalion has replenished weapons and ammunition, and Yang Ling can be regarded as relieved, with these weapons and equipment, even if he encounters elite devil troops, he will not be left behind, and more importantly, the weapons are good, the firepower is strong, and the combat effectiveness has also come up.

Taking advantage of the fact that the brothers were familiar with the new gun, Yang Ling went to the field hospital again to find Zhang Hongying to get some bandages to bandage the wound.

Zhang Hongying began to be busy again, and the wounded soldiers on the front line were constantly sent down, so that she had almost no chance to greet Yang Ling, and just said a few words in a hurry.

"Battlefield bullets don't have long eyes, you have to be careful." Zhang Hongying heard that Yang Ling and they were afraid that they would go to the battlefield again, and her little face was full of worry.

Yang Ling laughed and didn't care: "It's okay, the bullet that wants to kill me hasn't been made yet."

"You just have a poor mouth." Zhang Hongying was also amused by Yang Ling, and laughed and scolded: "If you get hurt by then, I don't care about you."

"Then I'll die?" Yang Ling also smiled.

Zhang Hongying smiled and didn't talk, but asked Yang Ling to wait, turned around and went into the room.

Soon he took out a lunch box and stuffed it into Yang Ling's hand: "There are boiled eggs for our medical soldiers here, eat them while they're hot."

Yang Ling was about to refuse, but at this moment, someone in the room called Zhang Hongying, and she had to go back to continue the operation.

"I'm leaving, remember to stay safe."