This is not over yet. When the weapons and equipment are issued, Zhao Qinghu and Li Fu will know that they do not treat you as outsiders at all.
Hundreds of brand new Jin-made 65 rifles were distributed, which meant that each person had nearly 100 guns.
It's okay, the extra rifles are issued to you as combat reserves, and you can replenish combat losses at any time.
Fifty Jin-made Thompson submachine guns are lying in the box for your eyes.
Don't worry, I won't give this one out yet. It will be given to the soldiers who performed best in training. If you want it, then practice hard for me. In the assessment one month later, as long as your grades are among the best, not only will you be given a submachine gun, but you will also be made squad leader. I will ask you if you want it, right?
Twenty or so brand-new Czech-style light machine guns were issued, with the intention of having one for each squad.
The problem is, brothers don’t know how to use it!
It's okay, our instructor team will teach you how to use it.
Hundreds of boxes of various bullets and grenades were transported into the warehouse. The brothers were still thinking about not having to worry about running out of bullets in future wars. However, the leader of the instructor team said that most of these ammunition were used for training. It can also be replenished at any time during combat.
Hearing this, not to mention others, even Li Fu, who had spent several years in the army, was stunned.
"So many bullets are just for training?" He couldn't believe his ears and asked again.
You know, even among the most direct troops among the big warlords he knew, none of them wasted bullets like this.
Of course he knew the importance of live ammunition training, but in those warlord troops, if a soldier could be guaranteed to fire 10 rounds of live ammunition a month, it was considered the most direct treatment. You have hundreds of boxes. Even if you calculate a box of 1,000 rounds of ammunition, that's hundreds of thousands of rounds. Even if most of them are left for combat preparation, each soldier in the Jiang Defense Brigade can at least have a few thousand rounds of ammunition.
This is just like ordinary people. Those who can eat meat once a month are considered to be relatively well-off. However, most families, not to mention meat, just have wild vegetables and brown rice, which can ensure a full stomach and will be very fragrant.
But now you tell these poor people that not only will you have enough to eat, but you will also be able to make as much fish and meat as you can for me. Do you think you will believe it?
But the instructor, who looked to be in his twenties, didn't explain. He took everyone to the newly built training ground outside the town. He asked a soldier to set up a target 100 meters away, then raised his rifle and took aim. The target pulled the trigger.
"Bah, bah, bah..." After five shots were fired, when the soldiers took the target back and everyone took a look, almost everyone took a breath. Oh dear, three of the bullet holes hit the red heart, and the other two are also on the edge of the red heart.
"A sharpshooter, this instructor is really a sharpshooter." This is the common understanding of all officers and soldiers, including Zhao Qinghu and Li Fu.
"Let me tell you, in our second regiment, my level of five shots and forty-eight rings is an ordinary level. Basically every rifleman has to reach this level. Only 100 meters away from a fixed target, all five shots hit the bullseye, which is fifty rings. Only those with full marks and a 200-meter prone shot reaching 40 or above can be considered a precision shooter, what you call a sharpshooter."
When everyone heard this, they were in an uproar. If every one of you soldiers has this kind of standard, then when others face you, wouldn't it be like hiding behind a bunker without even daring to raise their heads? Whoever shows up will die.
"You must also reach this level of shooting in the future, and everyone must reach it, otherwise you will be eliminated as a logistics soldier."
"What, everyone has practiced to this level?"
"Can we also practice this kind of marksmanship?"
"Can we?"
Seeing the buzz among the recruits, the instructor was not annoyed and just said loudly again: "Actually, marksmanship is all fed by bullets. As long as you shoot more, you will naturally become more accurate."
Now Li Fu finally understood that the chief scholar wanted to use countless bullets to train all the recruits into qualified marksmen. Li Fu doesn't know which other army in the country can achieve this kind of courage and skill. I'm afraid it's impossible even for the Central Army, right?
By this time, any trace of worry and anxiety in the hearts of Zhao Qinghu and Li Fuchun had long since disappeared.
Is it possible to put this kind of unheard-of treatment and such a wasteful training model on a troop that is used as cannon fodder?
Even if this is really possible, I would be happy to do so. The so-called scholar who is a confidant will die like this. If someone doesn't treat you like a little bitch, then it's only morally right for you to give something of your own.
What can we have? Isn’t it this life?
So what if we sell our lives to the Secretary-General from now on? What's more, if you look across the country, where can you find such a commander who is willing to spend money and effort on his subordinates, and who considers you from head to toe?
Zhao Qinghu, who had completely let go of his worries, naturally took the lead in practicing hard.
As the recruits spent more time with these instructors and chatted with each other during breaks in training, Zhao Qinghu and the others gradually learned about many things outside. They knew that the instructors in front of them were all veterans of the war, and they also knew that they had actually fought against Japan, and they were not bad. This once again raised the image of these instructors in the minds of the recruits.
In the days that followed, Zhao Qinghu and the others learned from the instructors how ferocious and brave Little Japan was, the gap between the Chinese army and Little Japan, and the individual qualities of ordinary Japanese soldiers.
These young men, who had been growing up in big lakes and mountains and knew almost nothing about the outside world, finally realized that they were frogs in the well before and had no idea how big the outside world was. The previous grudges and battles with Ping Botang were actually like children playing house. In this world, there is not only personal hatred, but also the hatred of the country and the family.
At this time, they already knew the name of the Tigers Mercenary Group, knew the Secretary's sensational achievements on the anti-Japanese battlefield, and knew that the army they joined was called the Tigers Mercenary Group or the Central Party Headquarters Teaching Corps. The ultimate mission is to fight against Japan and the Japanese.
As a result, under the deliberate guidance of Chen Wanli and the instructors, the officers and soldiers of the Jiangfang Brigade underwent radical changes, both in terms of skills and spirit.
Not only are their military skills improving rapidly, but they also have a sense of belonging and pride in the troops they belong to. They know that what they are joining is not an ordinary army, but a heroic army that has established countless meritorious deeds on the anti-Japanese battlefield. In the future, they will be able to straighten their backs and hold their heads high in front of any army and soldiers in the country.
Moreover, something called a sense of mission has taken root in their hearts.
