"Thorn!"

"Kill!"

The grass and trees are withered and yellow, the cold wind is howling, and the guerrilla training ground outside Xiaowangzhuang is shouting to kill the heavens, and hundreds of recruits in gray military uniforms are practicing assassination amid the cold cheers of the instructors.

Each recruit was armed with a wooden stick wrapped in rags at the top, which was lighter than a rifle with a bayonet, but it was about the same length, and was specially made by Yang Ling to practice assassination for the recruits.

After all, a real bayonet will inevitably hurt people in confrontation training, and a wooden stick wrapped in rags will still hurt even if it pokes at the body, and it will not hurt the muscles and bones, so as to avoid non-combat attrition.

The recruits are no longer the youthful appearance when they first put on their military uniforms, but are constantly forging into soldiers as hard as rocks in the melting pot of the new barracks.

Although Yang Ling was a guerrilla force and was not ranked in the entire combat sequence, Yang Ling did not think that they would always be guerrillas who fought petty.

Yang Ling trained them strictly with the requirements of the regular army, the purpose was to hope that one day they could become the main force that could transform into a bad and tough battle with devils, and become a nightmare for little devils.

Although many officers of the guerrilla detachment did not understand Yang Ling's strict demands, after all, in their eyes, guerrilla warfare was always a guerrilla force, which could not be compared with the regular army.

But they didn't know Yang Ling's ambitions, and Yang Ling didn't bother to explain to them, just let them carry out their orders unconditionally.

Anyway, now they are in the occupied area behind the enemy, whether it is from the central part of Chongqing or the headquarters of the Sulu theater.

Now the third guerrilla detachment can be said to be far away from the emperor, even if Shangfeng wants to take care of them, it is beyond the reach of the whip, so Yang Ling's words are the top of the sky, who dares not to obey?

Staff officer Lei Xiong and they stood at the entrance of the village with Yang Ling in their arms, watching the recruits who were practicing assassination from a distance, and Lei Xiong nodded in approval from time to time.

The murderous appearance of the recruits when they practiced assassination was very different from when they had just enlisted in the army, which made Lei Xiong admire Yang Ling while being shocked.

When Yang Ling abandoned the infantry drill code and started another set of training syllabus, they still privately criticized it, thinking that Yang Ling was tossing blindly, but now it seems that it is indeed effective.

"Chief Yang, if you go on like this, I don't think it will be a few days before this batch of new guerrillas will be able to compete with the veterans, and then this radius of 100 miles, our third guerrilla detachment will be the strongest."

Seeing that the strength of the Third Guerrilla Detachment was increasing day by day, Staff Officer Lei Xiong and the others were also very happy.

Yang Ling shook his head: "They still have a long way to go if they want to reach the level of veterans." ”

Although the current batch of hard-working recruits has been trained decently, the real combat effectiveness remains to be verified.

Moreover, in Yang Ling's view, a soldier who has not experienced the test of real war cannot be called a real soldier, let alone a veteran.

You must know that those backbone veterans in the guerrilla warfare are not survivors of countless vicious battles, and being able to survive countless battles represents strength in itself.

If these recruits were really allowed to fight face-to-face with those backbone veterans, Yang Ling believed that these recruits would definitely be defeated miserably.

And those well-trained little devils don't even dare to take the veterans lightly, so these recruits are not opponents, Yang Ling is still self-aware.

"From tomorrow onwards, increase the intensity of training, and now the training is still a little too easy." Yang Ling looked at the recruits who were training in full swing and gave orders to the staff officers behind him.

"Sir, this is the third time in a week that the training intensity has been raised, isn't it too anxious, I'm worried that these recruits won't be able to bear it......"

Hearing that Yang Ling was going to increase the training intensity of the recruits again, staff officer Lei Xiong couldn't help frowning.

"It's better to sweat on the training ground than to bleed on the battlefield, and besides, the devil doesn't have much time left for us." Yang Ling knows that the current training intensity is far from reaching the limit.

"Execute the order." Looking at the staff officers who were stunned and didn't speak, Yang Ling repeated.

"Yes!"

Although Lei Xiong and his staff officers were responsible for assisting Yang Ling and giving advice to Yang Ling, they only had the right to advise the staff officers.

The final decision is still in the hands of Yang Ling, the supreme official, and they only need to reserve their opinions about what Yang Ling has decided, and then implement it.

In the Chinese army, the staff officers under the staff system faithfully perform their duties and will never cross the line.

On the other hand, the devil's side has changed its taste, and the staff department, which was originally only responsible for planning, has a lot of power, and often commits crimes, refusing to carry out the orders of the superiors and acting without authorization.

So much so that the base camp and the headquarters of all armies had to frequently give additional orders to make the fait accompli legitimate and save face.

Just like in the later stage of the Battle of Songhu, the order given by the base camp to the Shanghai dispatch army was to stop the pursuit to the area of Changshu in Suzhou to prevent the situation from expanding.

However, the staff officers of the Shanghai Dispatch Army, who killed the red eye in Shanghai, felt that they should take advantage of the victory to pursue, so they deliberately crossed the line stipulated in the order, and chased the defeated Chinese army to the city of Nanjing, and finally caused the Nanjing Massacre.

"Sir, Deputy Captain Zhang is back!"

Just as Yang Ling and the others were standing at the entrance of the village watching the guerrilla recruits train, a sentry on the perimeter rushed back to report it.

"Oh? Where have the people gone? ”

Hearing that the deputy captain Zhang Liechen was back, Yang Ling also showed a happy expression.

Now that they are expanding their armaments, weapons and ammunition have become a constraint, so they sent Zhang Liechen to the guerrilla column headquarters to apply for guns and ammunition.

Who knew that now the recruits were almost trained, but Zhang Liechen, who went to the guerrilla column, never heard from him, making Yang Ling think that something had happened to them.

"When I came back, they were five miles away, and I guess they're almost there." The panting sentry replied.

"Let's go, let's go and greet us." Yang Ling beckoned Lei Xiong and the others to greet Zhang Liechen.

Yang Ling's Third Guerrilla Detachment is not short of people now, the only thing that is lacking is guns and ammunition, and even half of the six newly recruited recruits have no weapons.

And although they have sent veteran companies to attack the little devils these days, they are also hiding in the shadows to shoot cold guns, and they have captured very few, but the speed of ammunition consumption is very fast, and now they have to reduce the frequency of sorties.

Yang Ling and the others didn't walk out for long, and they saw a team of carriages coming over from a distance.

"Hey, it seems that Vice Captain Zhang has gained a lot from this trip." Seeing so many carriages covered with tarpaulins from afar, Lei Xiong grinned.

Yang Ling also knew that there was a shortage of materials behind the enemy line now, and I was afraid that the guerrilla column headquarters did not have much inventory, so he asked Zhang Liechen to apply, and he also had the attitude of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

After all, their Third Guerrilla Detachment is also under the jurisdiction of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, so this supply can't be delayed all the time, who knows that Zhang Liechen really got a lot of good things back.

It was not easy for Zhang Liechen to go to the guerrilla column headquarters this time, and he did not leave without giving supplies, and finally received a batch of military supplies.

Tossing back and forth, crossing the blockade line and passing through the enemy-occupied area, it was not easy to get these military supplies back, and the whole person lost a lot of weight.

"Sir Yang, I'm back!"

Zhang Liechen also saw Yang Ling who greeted him, and trotted directly to Yang Ling's side and saluted, although Zhang Leichang was tired with a dusty face.

But now that so many military supplies have been brought back, you can feel it from that angry voice, and it carries pride.