"Get to your places and get ready!"
Wow...
On the training field outside the main base, a group of recruits holding Garands immediately fell down in a tactical posture after hearing the instructor's order, and at the same time aimed their rifles at a human-shaped target 100 meters away.
"Fire!"
Bang bang bang bang bang...
The crackle of gunfire could be heard, but the instructor kept shaking his head.
Not to mention slow reactions, stiff movements, and irregular tactical postures... I took a cursory glance at the target in the distance and found that less than three of the twelve people in this class could hit the target.
"The group stands up, the second group...ah? Sir!"
The instructor was about to continue training when he saw a middle-aged American wearing glasses walking next to him. He quickly stood at attention and saluted.
"Take a break, don't worry about me, continue your work." Stilwell raised his hand in return and said nonchalantly.
Stilwell was supposed to return to India a few days ago, but on a whim he planned to inspect the Heihe base for a few more days. Firstly, he wanted to find out the true strength of Liao Mingyu's troops, and secondly... he really had nothing to do after returning. , he prefers to stay with the combat troops than in the rear.
"Yes, sir."
The instructor was surprised. He did not expect that this big shot would actually come to inspect the training ground in person. After answering his question, he immediately became serious and prepared to perform well.
"Group 2! Take a step forward and prepare to... lie down!"
The soldiers from the second group quickly stepped forward, threw the rifles behind them in front of them, and lay down on the sandbag bunker.
Perhaps because of nervousness, their movements were a little awkward. One of the soldiers was knocked down by his own foot and almost fell to pieces, which made his companions behind laugh.
"Shut up! Don't laugh!"
The instructor made a fool of himself in front of the commander-in-chief of the war zone, and the instructor was a little embarrassed. While furious, he kept cursing trash in his heart, and said that he was about to go up and deal with the person.
"What did I tell you? Damn... are you a pig that can't be taught!?"
"etc…"
Unexpectedly, Stilwell stood up at this time and walked straight up to the soldier who made a fool of himself without saying a word: "Kid, can I borrow your rifle?"
"Ah?" The recruit was stunned at first. He thought he was going to be punished but saw the other party's kind smile.
"Here...here." It took him a long time to react to this situation. He quickly got up and handed the rifle over with both hands as if he was flattered.
Stilwell took the rifle and weighed it for a moment, then held the gun upright in front of him. After taking a deep breath, he quickly lay down in a standard tactical posture. The recruits stared at him without daring to express their anger.
Eyes, crosshairs, and targets were aligned. The thick frames did not affect his aim. Before anyone could see clearly, the crisp sound of gunfire rang out.
boom!
The human-shaped target 100 meters away instantly raised a lot of dust.
"Nine rings!" The observer looked through the binoculars and immediately reported the results.
Bang bang bang bang bang...
Everyone present was impressed by Stilwell and couldn't help but applaud, especially the recruit whose face turned red and clapped his hands.
This was not flattery, but I was really surprised by the hand he showed. Who would have thought that the commander-in-chief of the theater could have such skills.
Stilwell stood up and handed the rifle to the new recruit, and asked with a smile: "Do you and I find any difference?"
The recruit scratched his head and thought about it carefully, but he couldn't grasp the point and could only shake his head in embarrassment.
"It's attention, kid."
Although Stilwell had a bad temper, he had no airs when facing these soldiers. Instead, he patiently and vividly explained to him:
"Your attention is on the action, you are thinking...Oh God, please don't do anything wrong, and my attention is there. What attracted me was the bastard 100 meters away. I knew I had to be fast. Get down and hit that bastard or he's gonna take me out, got it?"
"I understand...I understand, sir!" The recruit suddenly became enlightened and nodded in agreement.
"Well, practice hard." Stilwell smiled and patted the other party's shoulder as encouragement, and then left with the adjutant.
The recruit's heart was filled with excitement. His companions all looked at him with envy. Being able to be personally instructed by the commander made him feel brighter.
"Okay! Don't be so damn dumb, keep training. If you still don't do well later, don't blame me for slapping someone else!"
The instructor's ferocious look really frightened the recruits so much that they did not dare to whisper anymore and continued training honestly.
…
Gunshots were fired one after another on the training ground, and lively scenes and loud slogans resounded through the sky. Stilwell liked to stay in this environment and feel the hustle and bustle of the military camp with the soldiers.
"Hey, General!"
Before he had gone far, someone suddenly called out from behind, and Stilwell quickly turned his head to look.
"I didn't expect you to be so leisurely and relaxed, come here to teach the new recruits." Liao Mingyu walked over with a smile and joked.
"Well, I just can't stop, aren't you too?"
Stilwell spread his hands and pointed at the opponent's rolled-up sleeves. It was obvious that the latter not only came to give instructions, but also probably demonstrated it himself.
"I've been here this morning, but my general, why do you have to speak English every time you meet me when you obviously speak Chinese? Why do you bring a translator with you wherever you go? Isn't it unnecessary for you to hold a parasol on a cloudy day? ?”
Liao Mingyu pretended to be dissatisfied and teased that he had just said hello in Chinese. If he hadn't seen Stilwell communicating with the recruits on the training ground, he would never have remembered that this old guy could speak Chinese.
Historically, Stilwell could not only speak fluent Chinese, but also Korean and some Japanese. It is not an exaggeration to call him a versatile person.
"China has a vast territory and a large population. There are countless spoken languages from various places. I can understand them all. Can I do it without a translator?"
Liao Mingyu was speechless. What he said was on point. The soldiers of the expeditionary force came from all over the world. Not to mention this foreigner, even he himself sometimes couldn't understand those strange dialects.
Seeing that the other party was speechless, Stilwell smiled, lit a cigarette, and praised: "But...these soldiers under your command are really amazing. They have been in hell for so long, and they have to return to the battlefield just after they have been saved." Keep fighting, God, sometimes I feel like you're more like a demon."
The soldiers currently being trained in the camp are all the prisoners that Long Wenwen rescued from the Japanese concentration camp in Mandalay some time ago. In fact, they can be considered veterans of the battlefield. They have just experienced long-term imprisonment and torture. Let’s not talk about their physical condition. , their combat literacy has also been greatly reduced. Without retraining, they simply cannot keep up with the current combat intensity of the troops.
In American thinking, these tortured soldiers should actually go home and should not be allowed to return to the battlefield. This is too inhumane.
"Sigh... General, you don't know the situation in our country. If these soldiers return to the country, the people above will not regard them as heroes at all, and what awaits them will be a more miserable fate..." Liao Mingyu frowned and couldn't bear it. Zhu sighed.
This is a very real problem. If the more than 10,000 rescued prisoners of the expeditionary force do not care about others, let alone others, they will either be re-captured by some troops and used as cannon fodder and sent to die on the battlefield when they return to the country, or they will become defeated without being cared for. No one will care if soldiers are displaced, or even die of starvation or illness.
Staying in the 88th Army is much better than going to other units. At least they are treated as human beings here, with the same treatment, the same weapons and equipment, and military doctors to treat them. Three meals a day is not just a matter of fooling around. The meal was the happiest moment in their lives, and now even if they are driven away with sticks, these people are guaranteed to be reluctant to leave.
Stilwell had heard about it at some point. He was not the only one to feel helpless and confused about China's national conditions. A great country that had existed for thousands of years, had ignored the lives of its citizens and soldiers to such an extent.
"Okay, let's not talk about it for now. I want to ask you, do you mind if I move the liaison headquarters here?"
Liao Mingyu looked at each other in surprise, what's going on? What was this old guy thinking? He wanted to move here. Did he want to occupy Nestlé?
"e down... don't look at me like that. I just want to stay on the front line to get first-hand information and will not interfere with your command of the army. This place is not bad. In addition, I also have to know that my investment has not been wasted, you said Yes or no?"
Stilwell stared at Liao Mingyu with interest, waiting patiently for his answer...
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