The recruits of the two companies were amazingly combative, and they ate all the steamed buns in large baskets and wooden barrels full of rice.

Although many of the recruits were so hungry that they couldn't walk, those who were still unsatisfied were still licking the bottom of the bowl.

"Damn, he's more fierce than we were back then." The instructors of the teaching team were also taken aback by the position of the recruits to eat, and laughed loudly and scolded the recruits for being rice buckets.

The recruits ate with round stomachs, and they were not angry, but smiled and asked the cooking squad leader and Mu You with empty bowls.

"No, no, if you eat again, you're going to break your belly." The cooking squad leader shook his head and waved his hand.

Although Yang Ling ordered that the recruits must be fed, it is not such a way to eat, they can't eat anymore and they are still holding on, if they really break their stomachs, there will be problems.

This is not to blame for the fact that these recruits eat too much, after all, most of them are born poor, and they lack food and clothing in these years of war and chaos, and many of them have not eaten enough since birth, and they also look yellow and thin and malnourished.

And now that Yang Ling ordered the food to be served openly, the purpose was to make them stronger and enhance their combat effectiveness, and it was the first time that they could eat so happily, naturally without moderation.

"As long as you train well to fight devils, you will not only be able to eat enough every day in the future, but also be able to lead the ocean, everyone says it's good!"

"Good!"

Although the recruits trained hard, after a full meal, their morale suddenly rose again.

For these recruits from peasant families, they have inherited the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation of enduring hardships and standing hard work, and as long as they have a little training, they are the best soldiers.

When the instructors saw these recruits who couldn't walk with enough food, they seemed to see themselves back then.

Thinking of the robes who joined the army and fought together, they are now dead and wounded and scattered in all directions, I am afraid that they will never see each other in this life, and their hearts ache.

The recruit Zhang Dazhui also ate five large bowls of white rice, and his stomach was bulging, although he did not eat braised pork, but he was also satisfied.

The brothers did not rest immediately after dinner, but instructors came to teach them to sing military songs.

The brothers formed a circle, and the instructor stood in the center of the circle, teaching the brothers to sing in a deep and hoarse voice.

The villagers of Xiaowangzhuang used to close their doors and prepare to go to bed after dark, after all, there was no entertainment, and now the recruits were stationed outside the village for training, they also felt strange, and after dinner, they also gathered at the entrance of the village, and watched the recruits sing from afar.

The bonfire was lit, and the recruits saw their fathers and fellow villagers watching from the side, and they all exerted their strength not to lose face, and in a short time, the Protestant military song was able to be sung neatly.

In the interval when the instructors taught the recruits to sing, the recruit Zhang Dazhui was also ordered to find his training instructor.

"Instructor Sun, what are you looking for me?"

When Zhang Dazhui stood in front of Instructor Sun and saluted, he saw several officers and soldiers with cross-legged guns standing next to the tent, and recognized them as guards of the detachment headquarters.

Instructor Sun did not have the sternness of the training ground, but looked amiable, and Zhang Dazhui suddenly found that this instructor, who usually looked rigid and stern, was not always straight-faced.

"It's not me looking for you, someone in the tent is looking for you." Instructor Sun pointed to the heavily guarded tent and said.

Someone in the tent looking for themselves? The recruit Zhang Dazhui was even more puzzled, he had no relatives in this guerrilla army, who would look for him?

"You go in, I won't go in." Before Instructor Sun could react, Instructor Sun patted him on the shoulder and ordered.

Zhang Dazhui walked to the tent step by step with doubts, and he looked back to see Instructor Sun standing in place with encouraging eyes.

Damn, even if it is the tiger's den in Longtan, Zhang Dazhui nodded and crossed the guards guarding the tent door, opened Bulian and walked in.

There was only one oil lamp lit in the tent, and the light was dim, there was no so-called Longtan Tiger's Den, only an officer sitting in a precarious position looked up at him.

Looking at this resolute and cold officer with a resolute and cold face, the recruit Zhang Dazhui was also shocked that it turned out to be Chief Yang, the supreme commander of the guerrilla detachment.

Although the recruit Zhang Dazhui had seen Yang Ling, he had only seen it from a distance a few times, and the solitary meeting at such a close distance made him stand there at a loss for a while, and even forgot to salute.

"You're Zhang Da Hammer from Xiaowangzhuang, right? I'm Yang Ling of the guerrillas, and I think you should know me. Yang Ling looked at Zhang Dazhui, who was still wearing coarse cloth clothes, and took the lead in opening his mouth.

Zhang Dazhui reacted at this time, and hurriedly stood up and raised his hand in salute.

"Chief Yang, Zhang Dazhui, a recruit from the first company and three platoons of the recruit battalion, reports to you."

"Don't be so formal, sit down and talk." Yang Ling pointed to the bench and motioned for Zhang Da Hammer to sit.

Yang Ling is known for his majesty, although it is just a simple sentence, Zhang Dazhui can't have the mind to refuse, and sits down next to the bench.

"I heard you're only one person in the house?"

After Zhang Dazhui sat down, Yang Ling opened his mouth with concern as if an ordinary commander cared about a soldier.

"Report to the sir, there is still an old lady left in the family, and my father died of illness a few years ago."

Yang Ling nodded, and asked again, "Why do you want to be a soldier?"

"When you are a soldier, you can take a gun, and if the little devils come to steal our family's food again, I will shoot them with a gun!" Zhang Dazhui answered truthfully.

"Okay, have ambition, if all the people in China are as brave as you are, no matter how powerful the little devil is, I'm afraid he will have to flee." Yang Ling said approvingly.

Yang Ling's praise made Zhang Dazhui scratch his head embarrassedly, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"But fighting a war is risky, the devil is strong now, many of our troops will be wiped out in a battle, and there is not even a person to collect the corpse, so we can only ...... the corpse wilderness."

Hearing Yang Ling's description, Zhang Dazhui's newly mustered courage suddenly leaked most of it, and he was a little scared in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Chief Yang, have you ever fought such a battle?"

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment and replied: "Since Shanghai, we have been fighting such a battle, and hundreds of thousands of brothers have lost ......."

Zhang Dazhui was also shocked when he heard it, what kind of corpse mountain and sea of blood was it, he couldn't imagine it, looking at Yang Ling with a resolute face, he suddenly felt an inexplicable admiration in his heart.

"Okay, that's a long way off, now let's talk about you." Yang Ling retracted his thoughts and stared at Zhang Da Hammer.

Say me? Zhang Dazhui looked at Yang Ling's blank face, he didn't know what he had to say.

"You also know that there is a danger in war, and now you only have one mother in your family, if you have anything to do, what will your mother do? Have you thought about it? Yang Ling said seriously.

Zhang Dazhui was also stunned by Yang Ling's question, he wanted to be a soldier and shoot to protect his family's food, but he didn't think about this stubble, and now he is afraid for a while, if he is gone, how should the old lady beg for a living?

For loyalty or filial piety, he was in trouble and didn't know how to answer Yang Ling.

Looking at Zhang Dazhui, who didn't speak, Yang Ling continued: "Since you are the only son in the family, and the old lady has no one to take care of, I can let you go home, can you think about it?"

Let yourself go home? Zhang Dazhui's first reaction was that Yang Ling was testing himself, after all, the first thing the instructor said to them was that if they wanted to go home after taking the settling-in fee, they would be deserters, but they would be shot.

Looking at Yang Ling's unpredictable gaze, Zhang Dazhui also had a chill in his back, if he answered wrong, wouldn't his head move?

"Chief Yang, please rest assured, I will not be a deserter!" Zhang Dazhui swore and said.

When Yang Ling heard this answer, he also knew that he had misunderstood, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I let you go home to serve your mother not to let you be a deserter, but to give you a difficult task, the military status is retained, and I will send someone to pay you a military salary on time every month......"

Yang Ling and Zhang Dazhui talked for more than an hour, the content of the conversation was confidential, and when they walked out of the tent, it was already dark, and the recruits had already entered the tent to sleep after learning the military song.

"What are you doing when you're singing, why don't you see you?"

Seeing Zhang Dazhui come back with a sad face, his friend Li Dequan leaned over and asked in a whisper.

"I went to the convenience and ate too much." Zhang Dazhui opened his mouth embarrassedly.

"I said, let you eat less, you don't believe it, this is called not listening to good people and suffering in front of you." Li Dequan said with a smile in the tone of an elder.

"Go, go, sleep, I still have to train tomorrow."

Li Dequan waved his hands, didn't take off his clothes, jumped on the plank bed and pulled the quilt to sleep.