A group of soldiers dressed in new cotton uniforms, led by a platoon of gun-wielding veterans, arrived in the suburban town of Yangling, where they were stationed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The desolate town is as lively as the New Year with the arrival of new recruits, and the roofs of the streets of the town are crowded with young and old, some leaning against the mottled wooden doors.

The people looked at the young soldiers with interest, and guessed where the recruits came from.

Although these recruits were large in number, they looked black and oppressive, but the people were not afraid, compared to the veterans who had fought in the town, these recruits were too immature and not strong enough, and there was no fierce murderous aura in their curious eyes.

"Boss, do you want a bunch of sugar gourds?" The vendors also smiled and came to sell their goods.

Compared with those cunning veterans, these fledgling recruits have the best money, so the cigarette sellers and liquor sellers all come to the front.

After a long journey, the recruits were covered with mud and dust on their hats, faces and cotton uniforms, and at this moment they were extremely curious about this strange town and strange people, and looked around.

Some of the recruits looked at the shiny red sugar gourd and swallowed their saliva, but they touched the empty pockets of their clothes and sighed and walked a few steps quickly, afraid that the sugar gourd would hook out the worms in their stomachs.

There were also many recruits with silver dollars in their pockets before serving in the army, and began to bargain with those tobacco and liquor sellers.

"Go away! Go away! Want to be beaten isn't it! "The old men with guns were all vicious, and they shouted at the vendors who came to maintain order.

Most of these veterans with guns had fought one or two battles, and they followed the recruits to escort them along the way, and to prevent the recruits from escaping halfway.

In charge of sending the recruits over was a captain staff officer at the brigade headquarters, who had a cigarette in his mouth, waited left and right, and could not wait for the person to be received, and his face was a little impatient.

"What are you Deputy Head Yang doing, why haven't you waited so long and haven't come?" The captain's staff officer asked the lieutenant regiment attached to the regimental headquarters who remained behind.

The lieutenant explained: "Don't worry, our deputy regimental commander Yang is taking the brothers to train outside, and we should be back soon."

While he was talking, the lieutenant regiment who stayed behind at the regimental headquarters pointed to the end of the street and said, "Deputy Regiment Commander Yang is back."

The captain's staff officer, who was in charge of sending the recruits over, saw a high-spirited lieutenant colonel officer striding from outside the town, followed by several fierce veterans, and suddenly felt a pang in his heart, hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt and stood up, put on a military hat, ripped off the wrinkled corners of his clothes, and strode towards Yang Ling.

"Chief Yang, I am Zhang Jiachai, a staff officer of the brigade headquarters, and I am ordered to escort the recruits who have been replenished to your regiment, and I ask you to receive them."

The captain and staff officer of the brigade headquarters saluted Yang Ling, and then took out the document for Yang Ling to sign and receive.

"Where are these recruits?" Yang Ling asked as he signed.

The captain's staff officer did not dare to hold up in front of Yang Ling, and replied in 1510: "Some were sent by the Sichuan Divisional District, and some were arrested from Henan, and the rest were all voluntarily registered."

Seeing that Yang Ling's face had not changed, the captain's staff officer added: "Except for the third company, which has more than ten roads that want to run, and they are caught and beaten up, the rest are all good soldiers."

After Yang Ling heard the words of the captain's staff officer, he suddenly had a number in his heart, and he asked several regiments to count the number of people according to the list, and quickly went through the acceptance procedures.

The captain and staff officer of the brigade headquarters, who was responsible for escorting the recruits, waited until Yang Ling finished signing, and hurried back to hand over the errand, so he did not stop, and quickly left with the platoon of veterans.

Yang Ling gathered the more than 1,000 recruits who had been carved out outside the town.

These recruits come from different places, and the way of serving as soldiers is also different, some are voluntary, and some are forcibly conscripted, both middle-aged people in their forties and fifties, and there are also child soldiers who are not much taller than guns.

Although these recruits had received a week or two of simple training in the divisional districts in various places, they were still standing in a mess when they were assembled, which made Yang Ling frown.

Although more than 1,000 recruits were added to supplement the original more than 500 veterans, and the whole regiment began to become strong again, the new recruits also lowered the combat effectiveness of the troops, which was a helpless thing.

Yang Ling's uniform was straight, and the shiny armed belt made him look even more upright, and he stood solemnly on the wooden platform where he lectured on weekdays, his face was serious and full of majesty.

The majestic commander can leave a deep impression on these recruits and make them feel a sense of security, so Yang Ling pretended to be serious.

His knife-like gaze slowly swept over the faces of the more than a thousand recruits, some of them were excited, some were depressed and scared, and some of them were red and swollen from crying, but none of them dared to look at Yang Ling, a seemingly serious commander.

"My name is Yang Ling!" Yang Ling retracted his gaze and said, "From today onwards, I will be your commander!"

Yang Ling's self-introduction was very simple, and he did not introduce his position and rank, because he knew that they would have time to understand in the future.

"I don't care how you become soldiers, and I don't want to care, but since you're in the army, don't think about running away! Whoever escapes, according to the rules of the army! Shot! ”

Yang Ling's face was serious, and what he said was murderous, which made the recruits all feel terrified, believing that Yang Ling would not tell lies.

Seeing that many recruits were afraid and afraid, Yang Ling continued: "We are fighting a national war, fighting a little devil, you can pick up a gun and become a soldier, that is a matter of honoring your ancestors, being a soldier is not for you to be sent to death, you should not be afraid, learn more from veterans, and kill more devils to make war achievements!" In the future, I will return to my hometown and shine on the lintel! ”

Yang Ling's words are clear, when a deserter has only one end, that is, shooting, if you stay in the army well, maybe you can still live and glorify your ancestors, these two simple choices, he believes that if the recruits are not stupid, they will definitely not be deserters.

Yang Ling looked at the solemn recruits and said his last request: "I have only one requirement for you, and that is obedience! Absolute obedience! ”

After Yang Ling finished speaking, he ordered several regimental recruits to supplement these recruits to various battalions and companies, hoping that the veterans he had trained would be able to bring up the combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

Several regimental subordinates were busy distributing recruits, and Yang Ling, the deputy regiment commander, became gentle again, walked among these recruits, and asked for warmth.

He walked up to a skinny black recruit and kindly asked, "How old are you?"

The black and thin recruit stammered nervously when he saw the dignified commander asking: "I...... I'm 18 years old. ”

Yang Ling saw the nervous appearance of the black thin recruit, patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not a tiger, and I don't eat people."

Yang Ling's ridicule made the people around him laugh, and the recruit's tense body eased in the laughter, and he suddenly felt that this commander was not so frightening.

Yang Ling asked again: "Where is your home?"

"From Shangqiu, Henan."

"How do you become a soldier?"

"The chief told us to go to a meeting, and here we were."

When Yang Ling heard this, he sighed helplessly in his heart, and he encouraged: "When you get to the army, you will fight well, don't think about anything else, and when you get rid of the devils, you can go home!"

"Yes!"

Yang Ling greeted the recruits with warmth, which made these recruits feel the care of the commander, and the originally nervous and scared hearts slowly dissipated.