The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2234 Sharpening the Gun in Battle

"Sharpen your sword before the battle, even if it's not sharp it will shine!" This was Shang Zhen's loud shout.

"Loaded!"

"Lie down!"

"Raise the gun!"

"Shoot!" This was Qian Feng's shout.

The soldiers of the recruit company started training again, and this time Shang Zhen trained the soldiers on one subject: shooting!

Starting from the most basic postures, such as lying, kneeling and standing, Shang Zhen wanted the soldiers to master shooting in the shortest possible time without making those messy movements that occur when shooting.

The soldiers were also very conscious because they had seen what the battlefield was like, although the battlefield they had seen was just an ambush that could not be any smaller than the large battlefield in China at that time.

If you don't want to be killed by the enemy, you have to kill the enemy first.

This is a multiple-choice question where one is either one or two. It is extremely simple and anyone who is not a fool can understand it.

This time Shang Zhen increased the training volume. After the soldiers learned to use firearms proficiently, he asked them to practice aiming.

The rifle was pressed against my shoulder for an hour.

The sun was blazing overhead, and Qian Feng was patrolling behind the soldiers with a broken whip in his hand. One soldier couldn't bear the strain of raising his arms, and was about to put them down to take a break, but Qian Feng whipped him on the butt from behind: "Do you want me to take off your pants and beat you? Look at the company commander!"

Yes, look at the company commander, Shang Zhen is still leading the way, standing in front with a rifle in hand, so the soldier can only grit his teeth and stand firm.

The sun was shining hotly overhead, and no one knew how long they had been standing. Finally, one of the soldiers could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a thump. He had suffered from heatstroke.

The soldier was carried to the shade of a tree and given some water, while the others continued training.

The physical fitness of the new recruits was still too weak. Shang Zhen only made them stand for a whole morning, and five soldiers fell down while standing.

In the afternoon, Shang Zhen led the soldiers to continue doing push-ups.

As a result, seven soldiers suffered from heatstroke in the afternoon.

And this was only the first day after Shang Zhen returned from leading his troops to attack the Japanese army.

When this long day of training was over, Shang Zhen looked at the soldiers and said coldly: "If you don't want to die on the battlefield, continue training tomorrow!"

As a veteran, Shang Zhen understood best that there was no trick to this kind of basic training. It had to be practical.

Although the training was hard, compared to before, the recruits could eat until they were 80% full, even though it was just coarse grains.

Rice and flour were out of the question, and many other spoils of war were all given by Shang Zhen as "presents" to the fat brigade commander, while those miscellaneous grains were of course the fat brigade commander's compensation to Shang Zhen.

"I think we are losing money in this business." Qian Feng said to Shang Zhen in the evening.

"What do you mean?" At this time, Shang Zhen was bending his arms to examine his biceps.

It turned out that although the piece of flesh on his upper arm was not very exaggerated, it had some shape and texture. When he bent his arm, it was like a hard little stone. But now, at least in Shang Zhen's eyes, it was really horrible.

"We captured eight Japanese soldiers alive, but the brigade commander just gave us some millet grits to fool us?" Qian Feng did not hide his dissatisfaction with the fat brigade commander in front of Shang Zhen. He now regarded himself as a member of Shang Zhen's company.

On the contrary, Zhou Quan, who had been clamoring at the beginning to join the recruit company, turned out to be a "deserter" and went back to his original company. The reason, of course, was that he could not bear the hardship of Shang Zhen's training.

"The food we exchanged for does not include those eight little Japanese devils. We have to settle that account separately." Shang Zhen said calmly.

"Why is it calculated separately?" Qian Feng looked surprised.

Shang Zhen looked at Qian Feng with strange eyes without saying anything.

"Hey, Captain, tell me quickly, what do you mean?" Qian Feng still didn't understand the meaning of Shang Zhen's words, and why Shang Zhen looked at him with such an expression.

"Are you really a veteran of the Independent Brigade?" Shang Zhen asked. "I guess so. I haven't always been with the brigade commander, but I have been with him for more than three years." Qian Feng replied.

"That's what I said." Shang Zhen seemed to understand a little bit, and then analyzed, "Our brigade commander is such a calculating person, he has to consider whether the eight Japanese devils we captured are a blessing or a curse for him.

It was a blessing. The Nationalist Army didn't capture many Japanese prisoners. How many times could the Central Army capture them? For a team like ours to capture eight Japanese prisoners alive was an amazing thing.

You can brag about this to your heart's content and show off in front of other troops.

But on the other hand, a tall tree attracts the wind, and that is disaster!

We can attract a large group of Japanese soldiers by doing this. Even if a small group of Japanese soldiers comes to attack our brigade, do you think our brigade commander will think it's worth it?"

Shang Zhen said so, how could Qian Feng not understand?

It turned out that the fat brigade commander had been silent after collecting the spoils and eight prisoners because he was weighing the pros and cons.

"Do you understand?" Shang Zhen asked.

"Yeah." Qian Feng nodded.

“So I said, are you really the old man of this brigade?

I feel like your temperament is a bit like us people from Northeast China.

With your personality, I find it strange that you can still live a comfortable life in this brigade without being schemed by those bad guys. "Shang Zhen laughed.

"Hehe, you made me sound so stupid." Qian Feng also laughed, "We always need a few capable fighters, I am one of them, and our company is also capable of fighting.

However, our battalion commander has also learned the brigade commander's tactics. Most of the time, we are the ones who save the battalion commander's life. Unless it is a critical moment, the battalion commander will not let me go to the front and fight.

Which side is bigger and which side is smaller, which official can't tell the difference?"

"Tigers are afraid of stupid people, and stupid people are afraid of people who don't care about their lives. You just got the chance to be so desperate." Shang Zhen also laughed.

"That's true. Fortunately, our brigade didn't have to fight hard many times." Qian Feng showed an expression of success.

When Shang Zhen smiled, Qian Feng asked again: "Where do you think the brigade commander will put you in the end? You are such a good fighter, why don't you keep you away?"

"How is that possible?" Shang Zhen disagreed. "Those eight hot potatoes haven't been resolved yet. I caused the trouble, so why should he let me handle it?"

"So when you met the brigade commander yesterday, what did you two talk about?" Qian Feng was curious again.

"I suggest to the brigade commander..." Shang Zhen leaned close to Qian Feng's ear and spoke.

The two of them are now living in a small house, and the outer room, which is the main house, is full of soldiers. Shang Zhen certainly doesn't want the soldiers to hear these things.

"Will it work?" Qian Feng became worried after hearing what Shang Zhen said.

"We'll have news soon on whether it works or not, so shouldn't I train my soldiers to death? How can we fight without training?" Shang Zhen replied.

According to Shang Zhen's idea, he had to make sure the new recruits could practice shooting to a certain level, but who would wait for him?

Only a week had passed and he was training his troops when the fat brigade commander came personally with his men to "kill" him.

The fat brigade commander didn't care that Shang Zhen was leading his men in training, and said in front of everyone: "Disaster is coming. The Japanese large army has reached Commander Wang, and they are coming to attack us!" The fat brigade commander no longer had his usual composure, and looked as if a disaster was imminent.

"What should I do?" Shang Zhen asked, "Brigade Commander, how about you hand me over?"

"What are you talking about?" The fat brigade commander also felt that he had lost his composure. Although he was afraid of the Japs, he still had to maintain his image.

If I hand Shang Zhen over, I would be a traitor.

"How about we hand over those eight prisoners?" Shang Zhen asked again.

"This won't work either." The fat brigade commander hesitated, with a painful expression.

"How many Japs are here? How about we give them a try?" Shang Zhen asked in a negotiating tone.