Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 2835 Exercise (I)

"Comrade, what is the significance of making the new shells you mentioned?" Sun Shangxiang asked again: "A leader once recited two lines of poetry: 'As long as we can stop the invasion, why do we need to kill more people?' What do you think of this?"

"Comrade reporter, do you really think that it is worth developing forged steel grenades to kill those Ming Dynasty's life-saving military officers and beggar-like officers and soldiers?" Qi Kelong straightened his neck again: "You are wrong, they are not worthy at all. This kind of good stuff is for us to entertain the Manchurian Tartars in the future."

Mai Ruibao could no longer remember their subsequent conversation. Ming, Manchurian Tartars, military threats, these words jumped into his mind and kept spinning. Ruibao put down his chopsticks and accidentally touched the camera that he always carried with him. The feeling became stronger: something big was about to happen, and he and his entire family would inevitably be involved.

Chief Ding Ding often said, "Good news comes from running." Mai Ruibao didn't know if the interview photos he took this time could be considered good photo news, but in terms of running, he did run a lot during this trip to Danzhou. Although the Danzhou Industrial Zone is a "zone", it actually occupies almost one-third of the entire county. Although the construction is only in its initial stage, the various enterprises and supporting facilities that have been put into production are indeed eye-opening. However, the Danzhou building materials factory, cement factory, seafood processing factory and other enterprises that were visited later, even though Mayor Liu Yixiao introduced his "local industrial construction achievements" to the sky, the delegation was obviously not interested in the small factories that can be seen everywhere in Linggao. Even Mai Ruibao realized that they were basically supporting facilities serving the Danzhou Industrial Zone. The elders of the delegation were quite impressed by the National Army Training Center built by Lu Zeyang in Emanxu.

The largest national army training center in South China is currently located on Hong Kong Island. However, Hong Kong Island is too small after all. With the increasing number of institutions and facilities located there, it is somewhat stretched. The training center is planning to move to Lantau Island.

The training camp on Lantau Island was responsible for the enlistment training of the National Army. It was mainly to reorganize and transform the various old-style armed forces that surrendered to the Senate. To some extent, it was more political training than military training. However, Lu Zeyang took a different approach and established a "National Army Training Team" in Danzhou for the purpose of "advanced tactical training." It was mainly for the training of officers and sergeants of the National Army, and was also responsible for the training of some special forces in the National Army.

The precious land selected by Lü Zeyang is close to the northern coast of Danzhou. It lacks rivers and streams. Except for the scattered salt villages on the seashore, it is sparsely populated, so there is no need to worry about trampling on the fields. Mai Ruibao looked at the brand new barracks, fences and training equipment, the wooden parts of which had not yet been painted. Many new recruits and foreign soldiers from all over the country spoke in various strange accents, shouting out the newspeak orders in a ridiculous way, and the formations also looked crooked. Several military elders looked at their ridiculous appearance in the formation training, but they praised each other and hurriedly pulled Elder Lü Zeyang to ask questions.

Mai Ruibao made a simple stand with sticks he picked up from the industrial park, and tried to put the camera on it to take pictures of the veterans. A burst of giggles slowed down his movements - strange, since she visited a number of factories yesterday, Miss Sun has been complaining in a low voice that she walked too much and her shoes were uncomfortable, and she was even more unhappy this morning. Why did she turn from anger to joy now? Mai Ruibao followed her gaze and saw a group of new recruits in the corner of the playground doing the most basic queue training. Perhaps they didn't understand the newspeak commands, and every time they were ordered to turn, there were always a few unlucky guys who bumped into each other face to face, which made the instructor so angry that he cursed and occasionally picked out a unlucky guy from the queue and hit him with a military stick. The instructor's body, a native of Guangdong, was thin enough, but the new recruits in front of him were almost a head shorter. The National Army uniforms on them looked like a pile of yellow bags. These are a bunch of furry kids - no, look at their dark skin, they are just a group of little monkeys.

"Are these all Annan people?" A familiar voice came from nearby. Chairman Wang was wearing a white straw hat and had his hands behind his back. "How many are there in total?"

"Deputy Minister Zhou got them, a total of 500 people." Lu Zeyang also wore the same hat, with the brim pulled down, and the shadow covered his expression: "I heard that the deputy minister is about to become the emperor of the Nguyen family. God knows how many people he has extorted from the Nguyen Lord. He also plans to provide armed security for the Nanyang Company. I talked to him once and told him that since the South Vietnam colony is still the territory of the Senate, the defense must rely on the Fu Bo Army and the National Army. Only then did he hand over these more than people - there must be an ambush. The deputy minister said that they are all children of the Nguyen Dynasty military households. Tsk tsk, it seems that I will be sorry for the deputy minister and the Senate if I don’t train them into elite soldiers!"

"I think it's good. If they are trained well, the Annan monkeys can become excellent light infantry." Chairman Wang nodded slightly: "This is actually a blood tax. We should hold a meeting to discuss this matter later. It would be best if it can be institutionalized. The colonies and overseas territories of the Senate can promote it."

After a quick lunch in the simple but clean canteen of the training center, the delegation rushed to the nearby Emanling to watch a field exercise. Emanling is only 208 meters above sea level, but it is an important commanding height on the west coast of Hainan Island. The Fubo Army opened a mountain trail on the ridge and set up an observation station. Unexpectedly, Miss Sun lost her balance at this moment. She leaned against the rocks, but she couldn't move her feet. Her face was flushed, her eyes were full of tears, and she really couldn't move a step.

"Young reporter, please send your female colleague back to rest," Chairman Wang said to Mai Ruibao, adding half-jokingly, "You must seize the opportunity." The Chairman's teachings had the opposite effect on Mai Ruibao. He hurriedly sent Sun Shangxiang back to the guesthouse in the city, and then rushed back in a carriage at high speed - the leaders observing the actual combat exercises of the troops was important news, and he must seize the opportunity to interview them. The homemade tripod had to be abandoned.

Reporter Mai held his breath, carrying a heavy camera and film bag, and ran to the top of the mountain. In front of him was a volcano that erupted tens of millions of years ago, leaving behind terraces and rocky beaches along the coastline. The black rocky beaches were fragmented by clusters of dense white grass and yellow flowers, which appeared and disappeared in the smoke from the guns. The exercise had been going on for a while, and while he was catching his breath, he could still hear the leaders chatting: "Where did the Red Army get so many people?"

"The extra ones are the militia from each village. You can see they are all holding standard spears."

"What's the point of bringing all these people here to make up the numbers?" Old Di muttered as he held up his binoculars. "Hey, White played really well."

On the top of the hill, the elders were watching the battle intently with binoculars in their hands. Although this was only a battalion-level confrontation exercise, it was a test to see whether the National Army's advanced tactical training course promoted by the newly appointed National Army Commander-in-Chief Lu Zeyang was effective.

The National Army has always been positioned as a "second-rate unit" and even became the place of exile for punished Fubo Army officers and soldiers. Lu Zeyang believed that such practices seriously affected the combat effectiveness of the troops. From a cost perspective, although the equipment and maintenance costs of a National Army are lower than those of the Fubo Army, they actually reach more than 60%. It should be fully utilized. So as soon as he took office, he improved the training work.

White side: The Nationalist Army, wearing white sun hats and white towels wrapped around their arms as identification marks, deployed a thin and zigzag formation at the forefront of the battle. After all, Fangcaodi students also had to participate in military training. Mai Ruibao gradually realized that this untidy formation was actually a group of two people firing alternately, and the fighting was very methodical. The commander of the Red side tried to use his numerical advantage and commanded the militia to attack from the front, while a squadron of the Nationalist Army tried to outflank the White side. His plan soon went wrong: the continuous skirmishing scared the militia who had not seen much of the world, and the pace of the attack became hesitant and hesitant. The militia team, which was not very neat to begin with, was huddled together in a mess and hesitated. The outflanking squadron was blocked by the White side's reserve, which quickly deployed a horizontal formation. Two rounds of fierce volleys hit the outflanking troops "severely" and were finally driven back by bayonets.

"Good, steady and cautious." Chairman Wang also praised. After eliminating the threat from the flank, the White side did not pursue the victory in a large-scale manner. Instead, they continued to fire in a scattered line, covering each other, while steadily advancing step by step, slowly advancing towards the Red side's position. The militia in front of them had nothing but bamboo spears and standard spears. The situation of being beaten and unable to fight back made them panic. At first, two or three people secretly dropped their spears and ran away. Fear is contagious. Faced with the approaching muzzles and the rolling gunpowder smoke, more and more militia turned around and fled. The Red National Guards behind them tried their best to stop them, but it was useless. In a blink of an eye, they all fled.

Xi Yazhou put down the telescope suddenly: "What do I usually say? If the vassal army has low quality and is not commanded properly, it will only be a burden in the battle."

"It's not too bad. At least these militiamen haven't run away directly. If they did, even the Nationalist Army would probably be dragged away." Fu Sansi said with emotion: "Militiamen can only be used to guard fortification areas. Who came up with the good idea of ​​sending them out for field battles?"

The two of them were talking back and forth, which attracted all of Mai Ruibao's attention. Suddenly, he noticed that the expression of Chief Liu Xiaoyi standing next to him turned ugly.

After losing the support of the militia, the Red Army also formed a horizontal line and used fierce volleys to fight against the scattered soldiers. White smoke rolled everywhere, almost covering the black rock beach and bushes between the two armies. Xi Yazhou shook his head repeatedly: "The Red Army's fighting style is very disadvantageous in firepower confrontation. In actual combat, they would have suffered heavy casualties and could be defeated with a single charge."