Yang Ling trained the recruits in a way that the old led the new, and after just two weeks of intensive training, the originally immature recruits also became strong. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。

Although these recruits look decent and have the appearance of soldiers, compared to those veterans who have waded through the sea of corpses and blood, they still lack a fierce murderous aura in their bones.

Yang Ling knew that no matter how cruel and strict the training was, these recruits could only get infinitely close to a soldier, but if they really wanted to become a real soldier, then they had to go through the baptism of blood and fire in the war, and only after fighting one or two battles and surviving, then these recruits could be regarded as truly mature and qualified.

The battlefield is the best training ground, and Yang Ling hopes that through strict training in the early stage, these brothers can have enough strength to set foot on the final training ground, and if more people can survive, he will be content.

Training is boring and boring, especially the same training is a test of patience, many recruits practice chopping, at least a day to repeat at least thousands of slashes, at first they are very serious, excited and curious, but as time goes by, this continuous repetition makes many recruits feel bored.

Some recruits complained when they were resting: "I can chop and practice so many times a day, isn't it a toss-up?"

"We'll all be there, why don't you tell the company commander, let's change to the next training subject." The recruits around them nodded in agreement.

Although Yang Ling, the acting deputy regiment commander, delegated the training to the battalion and company level officers and no longer personally trained the recruits, he was still active on the training ground and supervised the training of the recruits.

And the complaints of these recruits happened to be listened to by Yang Ling.

"You think you'll all be there?" Yang Ling asked.

When these recruits heard someone interjecting, they turned their heads to look, just in time to see Yang Ling, who was full of seriousness, walked behind them without knowing when.

"Chief Yang-" The recruits hurriedly got up and saluted Yang Ling.

Yang Ling also politely returned the salute, and he continued: "Please answer me, do you think you have learned and are very good at fighting?"

The recruits had just complained and were listened to by Yang Ling, the commander, and at this moment their hearts were empty, they seemed a little cramped and uneasy, they were silent, and they didn't dare to look at Yang Ling with their heads down.

Yang Ling's tone was serious: "Stand up! Raise your head, you have to look like a soldier when you are a soldier! ”

Several recruits heard Yang Ling's scolding, and subconsciously stood upright.

"You answer my question." Yang Ling pointed to one of the sturdy recruits and said.

The recruit hesitated for a long time before he said: "Sir Yang, we have been practicing bayonet fighting for two days, and this hand is sour, in fact, we have all learned, I don't think there is any need to continue to practice......

Hearing the sturdy recruit's answer, Yang Ling turned his head to the rest of the recruits and asked, "You think so too, you have learned."

"Hmm," the recruits all nodded in agreement.

"You say you learned, but you don't know if you say it's the mule or the Madrah who walks on the field." Yang Ling shouted to the orderly behind him: "Huzi!"

"Here!" Huzi stepped forward and replied loudly.

"Get on the bayonet and test them."

When Huzi saw these slightly immature recruits, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer, and he said loudly: "Yes!"

Yang Ling quickly ordered the brothers in the regiment to stop training and let them watch the battle between his orderly soldiers and several recruits, and he also intended to frustrate the arrogance of these recruits.

Although the five recruits were dragged up by Yang Ling to compete, they were also full of energy in their hearts.

They have been training for two days and it is not in vain, and there is only one person on the other side, so they are not afraid at all, to the point that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and I want Yang Ling to see that they have really learned to fight stabs.

"Brothers, don't be afraid, he's just pretending, we'll fight too, don't be afraid of him!"

The sturdy recruit saw Yang Ling's orderly Huzi standing there steadily, cheering up the four companions behind him.

Yang Ling's orderly Huzi also came down from the battlefield, as Yang Ling's personal guard and orderly, he followed Yang Ling several times to fight with the devil, and there were no less than ten knives on his body, and he didn't take a few recruits in his eyes at all.

The brothers of the whole regiment surrounded the three layers inside and three layers outside the open space of the competition, and the recruits were miserable by the veterans' training these days, and they had already come up with a bad breath, and when they saw some recruits challenging the veterans, they waved their arms one by one and shouted to overthrow him! Knock him over! Fuel up the recruits.

Those veterans are holding their arms to see jokes, although this tiger is only a service soldier, but he is also a ruthless man on the battlefield, the bayonet was blocked by the devil, he bit off the nose of the devil soldier, and reflexively killed the devil who wanted to kill him, how could several recruits be his opponent.

The sturdy recruit stepped forward with Xue Liang in both hands and a bayonet, standing ten meters away from Huzi, he was ready to be the first to get on it.

The orderly Huzi shook his head disdainfully: "Don't waste time, you guys go together."

Huzi said this, and the onlookers were in an uproar, they had seen crazy ones, but they had never seen such crazy ones, they were too arrogant.

The sturdy recruit was so angry by Huzi's words that his face turned pig's liver color, which was clearly looking down on them, he suddenly shouted, and rushed towards Huzi with a bayonet, he wanted to find the field!

The orderly Huzi showed a triumphant smile, and when the sturdy recruit's bayonet pierced straight over, he turned slightly to the side and avoided the blade.

At the same time, his right leg swept forward, and the sturdy recruit who stabbed forward with all his strength fell into the mud with a dog's clatter, and got covered in mud, looking embarrassed, and before he could get up, Huzi's bayonet was already against the top of his neck.

"Phew, you're fooling." The sturdy recruit was kicked over, which was not expected at all, and he spat out the mud in his mouth, his face full of disbelief.

"I said let you go together, if you are not convinced, you go back, let's come again!" Huzi is not afraid.

The stout recruit grabbed his bayonet and stood up again, this time he didn't dare to hold it up, and although the other party tripped him, he also knew that the other party was stronger than him.

"Brethren, let's go up together!" The sturdy recruits were still in the lead, and the other four recruits were standing behind him in a triangular attack formation.

"Kill!"

The sturdy recruits shouted and rushed out first, and the four recruits also roared in unison to give themselves courage, and rushed out.

Although these recruits have only been training for two days, they are stabbing at the moment, and the cold and shining of the five bayonets is not to be underestimated.

The smile on the face of the orderly Huzi disappeared, replaced by unprecedented seriousness, looking at the five people who rushed over, he did not retreat but advanced, and even roared and launched a counter-charge.

On one side was the charge of five people, and on the other side was the charge of one person, but the momentum on Huzi's side was even better, which made those recruits who were watching the battle hold their breath and felt a little incredible.

The sturdy recruit didn't expect Huzi to launch a counter-charge, facing the bayonet he poked straight up, Huzi was not afraid, but the sturdy recruit was afraid, this is completely a deadly way of playing.

He dodged the bayonet, fearing that he would really poke the tiger, and at this moment, the tiger had already hit him like a bull, and the sturdy recruit only felt that he had hit the butt of the gun heavily on his head, and his body involuntarily fell to the side.

Huzi suddenly looked like a madman who didn't want to die, and he was not afraid of the other four bayonets at all, and his indomitable momentum made the other recruits tremble, and the hands holding the bayonets were unsteady.

In such a stunned moment, the bayonets in the hands of several recruits were swept away by the tiger, and they were also kicked to the ground by the tiger, and the cold and shining bayonets were already pointed at their heads.