After the one-armed instructor finished his lecture, he walked aside and leaned against the railing, silently watching the soldiers training hard.

He took out the cigarettes in his pocket, and 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 left him helpless. When he was about to put away the cigarette, a hand suddenly reached out 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 person.

"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 only a little bit of flesh was left at the location of his ears. His left eye was even covered with a cataract-like shadow. Apparently, this eye had already

Lost its function.

Not far away, the recruits who were training couldn't help but shudder when they saw this man's appearance. You can't blame the soldiers for having any thoughts. It was really scary and ferocious, or the instructors who were training 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 venerable 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, and the latter had half his body scorched due to incendiary bombs, and his left eye was also damaged.

It was so ruined that I almost couldn’t get off the operating table.

When they recovered 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 into 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 way he could not only place 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 spiritual will is unmatched by anyone. Having had a 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 and save your life, and to display combat effectiveness on the battlefield is the key. These practical experience exchanged with blood are extremely 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 have a look?" Wu Fei patted Feng Huzi's shoulder carelessly and said with some pride.

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"Screw you, 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 patted 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 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, it’s white porridge, pickles and steamed buns, at noon, it’s white rice, steamed buns, canned meat and vegetables, in the evening, it’s rice, broth and biscuits, and from time to time there are snacks, chocolate, fruits, etc. 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 chocolates, biscuits and the like 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 no longer survive. , and the reason why many people become soldiers is just to make a living.

In the eyes of literati, they always think 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 turned into 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 have not received systematic training and are 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 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 day and age, being able to barely have food to eat is enough to make you happier than most people. Like Nachanda, one day the corpse removal team will not take away a truckload of unclaimed corpses, and people often 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 I couldn’t even dream of before. The soldiers who joined the 88th Army felt extremely lucky. No matter how hard the training was, it was 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 ammunition firing to enhance their proficiency in weapons and equipment. The artillery positions are bustling with activity every day, and the deafening roar of artillery fire can be heard several kilometers away.
Chapter completed!