Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Chapter 73: Training New Soldiers
Captains Miyamoto and Suzuki were in such a bad mood. They had been fighting for most of the night, hundreds of soldiers had died, and even the mountain artillery had been used...

What happened in the end? The two captains were just about to lead the guards to fight to the death, only to find that it was their own people fighting against their own people! If this matter were to get out, their colleagues in the army would laugh at them for the rest of their lives! And the reputation of incompetence would also accompany them for the rest of their lives! Even if they had more brilliant achievements in the future, they would not be able to wash away the shame of today!

"We must strictly control the soldiers' mouths and not let them leak any information to the outside world! As for what the battle report says? Let's just say that our two teams encountered a very powerful Eighth Route Army here. We attacked desperately, but in the end we were outnumbered and had no choice but to retreat! The specific details..." Suzuki started talking and colluded with Miyamoto.

"Such a report is enough to save our face! Remember, don't spread it out! Even if it is spread out, it can only be said that it is not that we are not strong, but that the Eighth Route Army is too cunning!" Miyamoto said.

"The Eighth Route Army... was cunning, very cunning... As for the destruction of the Inukai Battalion, it was also due to the ambush of the Eighth Route Army! The reason why we were severely damaged was because we rescued the Inukai Battalion!" Suzuki agreed with this statement very much, and even pulled out the Inukai Battalion whose members were all killed in the battle to endorse it...

Soon, the Japanese buried all the Japanese who died in this battle. Of course, most of them were ordinary soldiers. The bodies of some important officers were cremated this morning and put into jars and taken away. In theory, the Japanese usually burned all the bodies and sent the ashes back to the country.

However, this time too many Japanese soldiers died, including those killed by their own people, more than 1100. And the few troops they had left had to take away the wounded... so they could only bury them to save trouble.

In order to take away the wounded and some important supplies, the Japanese soldiers could not take away the extra weapons due to the death of the dead, so they could only destroy them and discard them here. For example, some Type 38 rifles were deliberately broken and buried in the pit.

Of course, the behavior of the devils did not escape the surveillance of the Eighth Route Army. Last night, the New 1st Regiment retreated, but there must be troops left behind to cover the rear and conduct reconnaissance. Therefore, Wei Ming and the remaining soldiers of the special agent company stayed at the road blocking stone. Then what? They quietly returned early this morning to check the movements of the devils.

Hualala... Every autumn rain brings a chill, and the raindrops are getting bigger and bigger. The Japanese finally packed up their luggage and headed south along the Xiajia River.

At this time, the streams that had been gathered by the rainwater flowed down along the waterways on both sides of the hillside. With the influx of rainwater, the water of Xiajia River also rose, washing away some of the dirt gathered in the river. Everyone believed that after this autumn rain, the valley of Xiajia River would return to its original state, and the river water would remain calm and clear.

However, the fish in the river may become fatter because they eat more maggots from the devils; the hillside outside Shuijiao Village may also become fertile because it absorbs enough nutrients! However, these are all later stories...

On the northern hillside, the rain was also falling, and there were streams flowing down the hillside. In a hidden place, the soldiers of the special forces company watched the Japanese go away.

"Company commander, I really want to hit them again!" A soldier sighed amid the sound of rain.

"Do you think I don't want to? Look at how many people are left in our company? How many people in our regiment can fight? Even though there are only a few hundred Japanese left, they are still carrying mountain artillery and the team is not in panic, which means they still have combat effectiveness!" Wei Ming's voice rang out.

"Oh, Captain, the Japanese seem to have buried something over there. Should we dig it up and see? It looks like the broken guns!" Another soldier suggested. "Well, wait until the Japanese are far away, and then we'll dig it out! Oh, there's a jujube forest over there, right? Go and dig some jujube trees over there, and plant them over there where the Japanese were buried! Didn't the Japanese bury a lot of bodies there? We can't let that go to waste!" Wei Ming's voice was very cold, just like the temperature of rain in the sky.

"Hey... Captain, this is a good idea! I'll go right away. Come on, comrades, who will come with me to dig saplings?"

The rain kept falling, covering up the following sounds...

“The rain keeps falling, and the atmosphere is very harmonious!” In a mountain village in the north, Li Yuexuan was holding a steamed bun in his hand and eating pickled cabbage without a drop of oil, when a line of lyrics suddenly popped up in his mind.

Of course, the atmosphere at this time was really harmonious! The veteran comrades of the guerrillas and the new recruits lined up on the ground in several rooms, each of them eating two steamed buns with a piece of pickled vegetables in silence.

The reason why the new soldiers are so disciplined is really thanks to these... steamed bread? Well, the steamed bread really has a role to play!

Why? Because we are an agricultural nation. Over thousands of years, we have experienced famine many times, which has created a high desire and love for food in our genes! When we meet and greet each other, we always say "Have you eaten?"

Even in the later era when materials were extremely abundant, wasn't there still a group of "people who work hard to eat"? Not to mention this era of material scarcity!

So, when the new recruits brought the steamed steamed bread made by the people into the house, the first training for the new recruits began!
There are many things that new soldiers need to learn. The first and most important one is discipline and obedience! With the blessing of Wowotou, these new soldiers are particularly easy to train!

"Have you seen the steamed corn bread in the house? Look, it's made of pure cornmeal and is still steaming. Doesn't it smell good? Do you want to eat it? Are you greedy? All right! Come on, line up in three rows according to your height." In the yard, Xing Weiguo stood in the rain with the recruits, pointing at the steamed corn bread that was steaming and smelling of corn, and shouted to the recruits in a very tempting voice.

"Okay, come here, Jiang Daquan, you are the first soldier, stand here! Lan Hu, you are in the second row, and you are the first soldier in the next row; Wang Wu, you are here, you are the first soldier in the third row!" Looking at the confused recruits, Hu Lanzhou personally arranged the recruits into three rows according to their height, weight and size. Why three rows? 45 people, arranged in three rows so that they can be divided easily.

"Alright, line up, and then we have to count! One, two, three, four, five, right? Well, not bad... Chen Changsheng, start with you, 1, 2... and line up like this until you get to Jiang Daquan's side!"

(End of this chapter)