After the one-armed instructor finished his lecture, he walked aside and leaned on the railing to silently watch the soldiers training hard.
He took out the cigarettes in his pocket. He was about to take out the matches with his remaining arm, but he rummaged through all the pockets on his body and couldn't find them.
"Grandma's..."
The instructor cursed. The dilemma of having cigarettes but no fire made him helpless. Just when he was about to put away the cigarette, a hand suddenly reached out from beside him and hooked his shoulder. Then a familiar face appeared in front of him.
"Hey, Feng Bearded, why didn't you bring fire?"
A stocky veteran, also wearing an instructor's uniform, greeted him with a playful smile and took the initiative to hand over a lit match.
"Huh? Wu Fei, it turns out to be your boy."
Old Feng lit the cigarette, took a nice puff, and handed one to the other party.
"I won't smoke anymore. My eyes have been a bit inflamed in the past two days. The military doctor said hello."
Wu Fei waved his hand quickly, and saw that the entire left half of his face was covered with criss-cross scars, and his ears were bare with only a little bit of flesh left. There was even a cataract-like shadow in his left eye. It was obvious that this eye had already Lost its function.
Not far away, the recruits who were training couldn't help but shuddered when they saw this man's appearance. You can't blame the soldiers for their thoughts. It was really scary and ferocious, or the instructors who trained them didn't look normal.
"What are you looking at? Have you got nothing to do? Do you want me to loosen your bones?"
The loud scolding coupled with his majestic appearance was extremely lethal, scaring the recruits into hurriedly turning their heads and squinting, not daring to take another look.
"Hey, if you don't yell at him, you don't know how good I am, buddy."
Wu Fei didn't care. He was used to other people's strange looks and had long looked away from this aspect.
Instructor Feng sighed secretly. He and Wu Fei were comrades in the same company before. They were both seriously injured in a battle. He lost an arm, while the latter had half of his body scorched by incendiary bombs and his left eye was also damaged. It was so ruined that I almost couldn't get off the operating table.
After recovering from their injuries in the field hospital, they were all full of worries and fears about the future. They thought that their lives were useless, but unexpectedly, instead of letting them go, the commander recruited them back to the army.
In fact, most of the instructors present were injured veterans. Although they could not return to the battlefield due to physical reasons, the army did not give up on them and gave them a chance to shine in another field.
Liao Mingyu specially selected a large number of veterans with rich experience and high combat awareness to serve as instructors for new recruits. This would not only accommodate some brothers who had nowhere to go, but also bring a large number of experienced instructor candidates to the army.
Although most of the veterans are physically disabled, their mental will is unmatched by anyone. After their brush with death, they know better how to protect themselves on the battlefield.
Rigid training can be completed as long as you are willing to spend time, but how to use tactical skills to kill the enemy, save your life, and exert your combat effectiveness on the battlefield is the key. These practical experience exchanged with blood are precious, and there is no one more suitable than them. I have been selected to be a recruit instructor.
Grain disaster
"I said, Lao Feng, your second company's raw melon and eggs look a bit tough, why don't you let them go to my place to take a look?" Wu Fei patted Feng Huzi's shoulder and said proudly. .
"Damn it, uncle, why are you pretending? You can wait until the company ranking meeting in half a month and you will be better." Feng Huzi smiled and slapped his hand away, and said eagerly.
"Hey, okay, I'll go over first."
Looking at the retreating figure, Feng Huzi shook his head helplessly. Although he was an old comrade, his competitive temper had not changed. This was the glorious tradition of the army. No one would admit defeat in front of his comrades.
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Although the training is hard, the recruits are still gritting their teeth and persevering, and even most of the young soldiers are still enjoying it, because the current conditions of the 88th Army are hard to come by.
Except for military pay, there is no difference in treatment between new recruits and veterans. In order to keep up with the huge amount of training every day, Liao Mingyu did not hesitate to spend a lot of manpower and material resources on the soldiers' diet. Three meals a day were provided on time and in quantity.
In the morning, they have white porridge, pickles and steamed buns, at noon, they have white rice, steamed buns, canned meat and vegetables, in the evening they have rice, broth and biscuits, and from time to time there are snacks, chocolate, fruits and so on. Even the veterans of the former Third Division feel that these days are getting better and better. .
Anyway, logistics is now fully provided by the Allies, especially when it comes to food. The British are really particular about it. Canned food, vegetables, grain... almost everything they need is available. Anyway, these guys have the entire India as their logistics base, and tens of millions. The third brother, Xiao Hei, acted as the logistics personnel. Even if the tens of thousands of people in the 88th Army were opened, they would not be able to eat enough.
Those canned luncheon meats that the British soldiers were so tired of eating that they didn't want to touch were delicacies in the mouths of the recruits, not to mention things like chocolate and biscuits that they had never eaten before.
There is a saying in ancient times that a good man should not be a soldier, and a good man should not make nails. In the long feudal era of China, being a soldier was regarded as a lowly profession. Most people believed that they would choose to join the army only if they could not survive. , and the reason why many people join the army is just to make a living.
In the eyes of literati, they always feel that everything is of inferior quality, but only education is good. However, the previous sentence has become a wise saying, and the soldiers who protect their families and country have become Qiu Ba with no status.
More than 60% of all Chinese armies are farmers who have just put down their hoes or strong men who were captured for no reason. They had no systematic training and were just forced to take up weapons and fight the enemy.
The actual situation of these soldiers is very bad. The better troops can get two meals a day, and maybe some meat occasionally for toothpaste. And that kind of miscellaneous miscellaneous brand is like the cannon fodder in the hands of Long Wenwen in the original time and space. It's pretty good if you don't starve to death, let alone eat anything fishy.
Most of the soldiers who were recruited from other units were in this situation. Including the Sichuan Army soldiers, a large number of them had never tasted meat in their lives. Many young soldiers even cried with joy while holding the broth.
In this era, if you can barely put food on the table, you are already happier than most people. Like Nachanda, one day the corpse removal team would not take away a car of unclaimed corpses, and people would starve to death on the roadside. This is just a microcosm of the entire land of China.
And now we have meat every meal and rice to eat. Days like this were something we could never even dream of before. Soldiers who join the 88th Army feel extremely lucky. No matter how hard the training is, it is nothing compared to these heavenly days. What?
In addition to infantry training, armored units and artillery are also actively preparing for war.
After completing basic operational training, all artillerymen will conduct live fire firing to enhance their proficiency in weapons and equipment. The artillery position is bustling with activity every day, and the deafening roar of artillery fire can be heard several kilometers away.
The armored brigade garrisoned in Lashio specially opened a training ground in the open land in the west. It conducts joint attack training with tanks and armored vehicles as well as collaborative training with infantry and tanks every day. Liao Mingyu also personally went to the scene to provide guidance, striving to enable the troops to quickly adapt to new equipment and tactics.
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