The charcoal fire in the brazier inside the house was only ashes, and the cold wind rattled the blackened window paper. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was dark outside the house, and the sky was not yet bright, but Yang Ling in the house had already gotten up early, methodically tied his leggings, tied up his armed belt, and dressed neatly.

The news of the massacre of the Japanese army in Nanjing came from the south, and countless tragedies quickly spread all over the country like a wind, and the atrocities of the Japanese invaders made every Chinese person indignant.

The Japanese tried to show their might with bloody killings, thus forcing the Chinese to surrender in fear, but they miscalculated.

Far from intimidating the Chinese, their killings provoked the anger of every Chinese, which swelled up like a rough sea across the land of China.

The Japanese invaders tore off their hypocritical masks and showed their brutality with bloody bayonets, and many people who had originally tried to negotiate peace gave up their illusions about the Japanese invaders and began to shout anti-Japanese salvation!

"Brothers and sisters! Take up arms! Defending our country is tired! ”

"If you don't resist, you will lose your country! Dead seeds! ”

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Cries for salvation have risen across China, and young students have raised their arms and shouted for more people to join the resistance.

Merchants donated money and materials generously, and young students shouted for the defeat of Japanese imperialism, and then abandoned their pens and marched from Rong to the front, shouting that the waves of resistance rose higher and higher.

Whether it was the troops who had withdrawn from the front line or the troops who were about to leave for the front, they were also restless and angry because of the killing of the Japanese invaders in Nanjing, and every soldier was holding back a breath in his heart, eager to immediately kill the Japanese army and shed a river of blood, so as to avenge the defeat of Nanjing and wash away the shame of the Chinese army's disastrous defeat.

Yang Ling and his troops were resting in Bengbu, and the news from the south was pervasive, and those angry news stimulated the nerves of the soldiers.

The cries for war rose higher and higher, and the soldiers of many units wrote bloody letters, demanding that they go to the front line to kill the enemy and take revenge.

However, the Chinese army has just experienced two crushing defeats in Shanghai and Nanjing, 300,000 Chinese soldiers have been stained on the battlefield with blood, and several times as many of the wounded have not yet recovered.

Anger was loud in the chests of every soldier, and the morale of the troops was high to the delight of the commanders, but there was nowhere to vent this emotion, which caused problems and headaches.

Yang Ling's troops of the 301st Regiment had fought in Shanghai and Nanjing, and countless brothers had died at the hands of the Japanese army, so they had a deep blood grudge against the Japanese army, and this revenge was even higher than that of the rest of the troops.

Yang Ling, the deputy regiment commander, hoped to strike while the iron was hot, and when the brothers' mood for revenge was high, he would carry out training to improve the combat effectiveness of the troops and prepare for the next battle.

After Yang Ling was dressed neatly, he pushed open the door, and a cold wind mixed with snow particles in the sky rushed towards him, and he looked at it, and there was a snow-white sky between heaven and earth.

The first snow of this winter quietly came to the Bengbu area, and the heavy snow fell from the sky, and the courtyards of houses, small bridges and rivers, fields and forests, and wheat stacks and roads were all covered with thick white snow, which was crystal clear and beautiful.

Yang Ling stepped on the creaking snow, pushed open the door of the house where the bugler lived, and stepped forward to gently wake up the bugler who was sleeping loudly.

"Deputy Regiment Commander Yang," the young bugler opened his sleepy eyes and saw a well-dressed Yang Ling standing at the head of his bed.

"Get up and blow the trumpet." After Yang Ling ordered, he turned around and walked out of the house.

The young soldier looked at the dark sky outside, and the cold wind that poured into the room made him excited, although he was very reluctant, he quickly dressed up, ran outside and raised the suona tied with a red rope.

The sound of a military trumpet sounded in the cold winter morning of a snowy winter, and the sound of the trumpet pierced through the beams of the house, bypassed the courtyard, and reached the ears of every sleeping brethren.

The deputy battalion commander was having a nightmare, and when he returned to the battlefield full of gunpowder, he heard the familiar and loud sound of the military horn.

In his dream, the old smoker saw the dense brothers lying in the trenches, and immediately jumped out of the trenches with bayonets in hand, and rushed towards the Japanese positions with loud military trumpets.

The trumpets grew louder and louder, and the old smokeguns watched as their familiar brethren fell one by one in the way of the charge.

The splatters of blood and wails made the old smoker very painful, and suddenly a hideous Japanese soldier rushed to him, and the old smoker had to roar and stand up to meet him.

The roar woke the old smoker from his sleep, and he turned to look, and the brothers were sleeping soundly, and he felt the sweat on his forehead, and he realized that he had had a nightmare.

The sound of the military horn outside sounded again, loud and rhythmic, the old smoking gun was startled, and subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, but after thinking about it, the devil is still hundreds of miles away, where is the devil here.

"Fuck, what crazy you are doing early in the morning!"

The old smoker got up from the quilt and was about to go outside to see the situation, when the cursing of Liu Yidao, who lived next door, had already been heard.

"Get up! Gather! Those who don't arrive in five minutes will take their own sticks! As soon as Liu Yidao's curse fell, Yang Ling's calm and powerful voice rang out.

Hearing that it was Yang Ling's voice, the old cigarette gun felt a pang in his heart, and hurriedly put on his clothes with his hands and feet.

The brothers who had been hesitant to get out of bed were also in a hurry to get dressed, and before the day was dark, the room was dark, and suddenly there was a rush of chickens and dogs.

"It's snowing!" Outside, there was a shout of excitement, and it was a brother from the south who was excited to see the white snow.

The old smoking gun also pushed open the door, and sure enough, it was already snow-white between heaven and earth, but the knife-like cold wind poured in, which made him beat a spirit, and hurriedly wrapped the cotton military uniform on his body and ran towards the assembly point.

The sound of the trumpets had stopped, and the brothers who had risen from the warm bedding were sleepy-eyed and hurried to gather in various places.

The early morning assembly was in such a hurry, it was freezing cold, many brothers forgot to put on steel helmets, forgot to hold guns, wore the wrong shoes, and there was a lot of commotion in the open space where they gathered, and many people were so cold that they were huddled together, and the queue was crooked.

Yang Ling looked at the hundreds of brothers in this mess, standing there straight and silent, until he saw the last few brothers running out of the room slowly trying to squeeze into the line, he called out to them.

"Where you stand."

Yang Ling's face was full of seriousness, and these brothers did not dare to be disobedient, so they had to stand in place at a loss.

Although Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, heard that Yang Ling was going to carry out training yesterday, he did not expect that Yang Ling would let them get up early in the morning to blow the cold wind, and it was still snowing.

Yang Ling's gaze swept over these brothers, and he didn't blame them for their embarrassment, and finally withdrew his gaze and coughed.

"Brothers, these days you eat white-flour steamed buns, wear brand-new cotton military uniforms, eat well and dress warmly, but we are in the south, in the north, there are still many places occupied by little devils, where the people are not well fed and clothed, and they are bullied by little devils! This is the shame of our soldiers! ”

The brothers were called up by Yang Ling early in the morning to listen to his lecture, full of complaints, wishing that he would finish his speech quickly and go back to sleep, but Yang Ling's next sentence dashed their hope of sleeping.

"Everyone has recovered a lot these days, so let's start training today! After practicing the ability to kill the enemy, the time will drive the little devil out of our China! Avenge our dead Chinese! ”

After Yang Ling finished saying this, these brothers who were shivering in the cold wind suddenly buzzed, what is the training in the cold weather, isn't this a toss.

But Yang Ling didn't care so much, the cold winter of the ninth was a good time to train the troops, if the Japanese army launched a new round of attack again in the spring, there would be no such a good opportunity.

As the saying goes, train more on weekdays and shed less blood in wartime, in Yang Ling's opinion, this is too suitable for the current 301 regiment.

Although they fought well in the battle ahead, they all relied on human lives, which was not what Yang Ling wanted to see, so they had to hurry up and train.

"Everybody turn back! Two columns! ”