Once a teacher is always a father, the ancients paid great attention to inheritance, especially in the military, a closed system, where the phenomenon of seniority became more and more serious.
The senior officers of the Yulin New Army were all the dandy sons of the earliest Eight Banners, and they were all unimportant concubines in their families. If these people wanted to become new-style officers, they had to start practicing basic skills.
Standing in a military posture in the recruit camp, running an eight-kilometer cross-country road, marching through rapids, and surviving on a deserted island...these most painful and tiring trainings were all completed by Zhao Yidao, Dairo Shimazu and others.
From a playboy to a high-ranking official of the New Imperial Army, there was countless blood and sweat involved, and all of this was due to the instructors.
The feelings brought out by this kind of beating are unforgettable. Even though these guards are now five or six in number, and they are division commanders, regimental commanders, and battalion commanders, they don't dare to show off in front of the teacher.
I heard that the Chinese Railway Corps sent old instructors to support a company. Anyone who had no combat missions at the moment came to salute. If it hadn't been allowed during the war, I'm afraid I would have had a barbecue banquet with fine wine at this moment.
Of course, the officers of the Xishan Camp did not understand the friendship between the Yulin New Army and the Chinese, but some good-hearted people went to watch the fun, but all the knowledgeable people took a breath.
Because the topics that these guard officers who came out of the new barracks talked with Zhao Yidao, Shimazu Dalang and others were actually so deep.
Nastu was analyzing his tactics in the big tent, but the ordinary middle- and low-level Chinese officers outside were actually even more serious.
And the officials of the new Yulin Army were like primary school students, listening quietly!
"What Nastu did did violate military discipline, but it did not violate the art of war! The battle he fought was still very smart!" Zhao Yidao carefully analyzed the old friends in front of him, and the branch in his hand was still drawing terrain on the ground. picture.
"Offense is the best defense! Have you forgotten? Isn't that the slogan above the second window of the cafeteria in the recruit camp?"
"You are a new army, a completely Western-style army. You rely on firepower and maneuverability to defeat the enemy. You must give full play to your strengths!"
"Catch them by surprise. When the enemy doesn't expect you to attack, it's even more important for you to attack at this time!"
"When did the head of state fight a war? Did the Shiqiao Highlands start a defensive battle? But how many tactical counterattacks were there in the middle? How many times did the counterattack defeat the enemy's attacks?"
"You all learned the tactics class back then, but have you forgotten it now? Faced with a group of rebels armed by disaster victims, you still defend yourself in trenches? God, do you have such courage?"
What Zhao Yidao said was that the officers present were blushing, and they all muttered, "We...we are not princes, we have no rights..."
"Hey... So, Nastu is very brave. I like him. He violates military orders but he does not violate military laws. Now let's see, is it a big win?"
Zhao Yidao continued to analyze tactics for everyone. The officers of the Yulin New Army and some of the officers of the Xishan Camp who were watching the excitement were all convinced.
Especially those generals in the Xishan Camp who usually have a higher level of focus, especially those who were trained by the British, were very surprised in their hearts!
"Hey... what are the positions of these two people? They lead more than a hundred people. How come they talk about tactics so clearly? It feels like they must be at least the level of regiment leader or above!"
"Shhh... keep your voice down! The Chinese military system is different from ours. I heard that the head of state has implemented a system of officer demotion. If you are a company commander, you must be at the level of a battalion commander. If you are a battalion commander, you must be a regiment commander. s level……"
"As for ordinary Chinese soldiers, any one can be qualified as a squad leader... The Chinese want only soldiers who are educated, and they don't want those who are illiterate. Even if you join the army by chance, you have to study and train at the same time!"
"Ah? What kind of trick is this?"
"You don't understand... I heard the division commander say that this kind of policy is actually the most terrifying. It seems that the training is harder on weekdays, and the treatment for these literate soldiers is higher..."
"But it's still cheap to settle the score, because for this kind of army, if you think about it... there are ten people in a squad, and every soldier here is qualified to be a squad leader..."
"Wouldn't that mean the army would be expanded tenfold in an instant?"
ah! Even fools understand what's going on. This is the potential of war mobilization. A layman can only watch the excitement, but an expert will come out as soon as he sees the door.
At this moment, the officers and soldiers of the Xishan Battalion no longer dared to underestimate the railway soldier who had brought out a company, and they all looked at him with admiration.
"Something's wrong... something's very wrong!" Dalang Shimazu, who had been observing and meditating, suddenly spoke. He stabbed Zhao Yida, "How many people have been captured by the Fifth Division? Why are there more and more..."
"Also... why are the prisoners placed in large numbers in the camp? Can't they be placed outside the camp?"
An officer said, "This is the instructor. Nastu said he would offer prisoners to the prince in the big tent and interrogate him immediately... Look, isn't that the leader of a group of rebels?"
"The basket carried next to him is full of red hats and official uniforms. This Guiziliu really thinks of himself as the emperor... Bah!"
Shimazu Dalang shook his head, "No, I can't tell, but it's just not right... The officers were let in, why should the string of ordinary rebel prisoners over there be let in too?"
"Ah... Well, Commander Nastu said that the rebel prisoners should be sent back to the capital along the train track to present them to His Majesty, so that His Majesty would be happy. We are crossing the road to go to the back of the camp..."
"Crossing the road? Baga...can't we go around the camp? We have to take this shortcut...something is wrong, very wrong. I need to see Mr. Fu Qing. Old Zhao, you are on guard outside!"
Zhao Yidao immediately stood up with human hair all over his body, "Dalang, what did you find? Damn... you Fusang people have been fighting back and forth for thousands of years, and you are defeated every day. I admire your vigilance..."
"The entire advance company is on...highest alert!"
There was a sound of pulling the bolt of a gun. The soldiers who had just been sitting on the ground and resting on the ground all jumped up in an instant. The bullets were loaded and the ring defense was launched!
Even the big wolfdogs had their ears erect, their throats whimpering and their eyes filled with fierce glares!
"What's going on? What's going on?" The officers and soldiers who had been listening to the lecture just now were dumbfounded when they saw the old instructor looking like he was facing a formidable enemy!
Shimazu Dalang walked quickly towards the Chinese army's tent. Zhao Yidao looked around and whispered, "I believe him! They Fuso people are born with this unique premonition... That country has a rebellious nature and has been for thousands of years." Never stopped!"
"Darou Shimazu is a disciple of the Shimazu family. He has been trained in this way since he was a child... We don't understand, but he understands!"
At this time, the Chinese army's tent had already ushered in the first batch of prisoners. Baskets of red hats were thrown on the ground, with stripped military attache uniforms next to them!
The rebel officers in thin clothes were kneeling on the ground, with their heads lowered and silent like chickens!
Nastu laughed loudly, "Your Majesty, take a look! These are actually old acquaintances in the capital, and you are honored as a prince. You may not recognize them..."
Haha...Prince Dun sneered, "I used to be a street hero, how could I not recognize these bastards!"
