Chapter 1088 Special Training Camp (Part 2) (Double monthly pass, please give me a monthly pass!)
This is not the first time that these Chinese officers and soldiers who have been captured have faced a lecturing commander. The last time it was an army colonel, and the last time it was a lieutenant general and division commander.
However, the army colonel standing in front of them, standing as straight as a green pine, looking at them with hawkish eyes, was obviously completely different from what they had imagined.
When he arrived, he had no intention of appeasing him at all. He was completely tough, not only with his words, but the infantry platoon behind him also quietly pointed their guns into the valley.
They are all soldiers who have experienced the battlefield, and they can clearly sense whether there is murderous intent. At this moment, with the tough attitude of the colonel in front of him, the battlefield was also filled with murderous intent.
They believed that as long as the man in front of them gave an order, those rifles, light machine guns and two heavy machine guns would definitely fire at them.
However, captured soldiers are also soldiers. How can they endure being so humiliated?
Therefore, although no one said anything, more than two thousand pairs of eyes were filled with anger.
Tang Dao was looking at them, and they were staring at Tang Dao.
"No one is talking, right? Then I'll wait!"
One person vs. 2,000 people. Tang Dao had no expression on his face and didn't speak anymore. He just stood upright in a very standard military posture.
Perhaps it was because Tang Dao was so powerful that the prisoners of war, who were former soldiers, were a little lazy at the beginning, but in the end they all responded with what they thought was the most standard military posture.
Regardless of whether he had been a soldier or a pacesetter, an officer or a new recruit, almost all prisoners of war gave their own answers with actions when challenged by Tang Dao's cold but standard military posture.
The language of the world, even if you only spent a day in a military camp.
a long time......
There were more than 2,000 people standing in a huge valley, but the air was so silent that it was almost stagnant.
You can even hear the intense heartbeat in the chest of the soldier at the end of the queue and his increasingly heavy breathing.
This stop lasts a full hour.
Even though Ye Chenghuan was worried that something might happen if Tang Dao was too tough and brought Tantai Mingyue, Zhao Daqiang, Qian Dazhu and a guard platoon here, Tang Dao never looked back.
He and the more than 2,000 officers and soldiers of the special training camp stood in military positions, like eagles, glaring at each other to see who would surrender first.
Standing in a military posture is not only a technical job, but also a physical job. It is also a huge burden for these officers and soldiers who have just walked out of the prisoner of war camp and have not fully recovered their training intensity.
In fact, even Shangguan Yun, who was standing behind Tang Dao, felt a little unbearable. He had no problem before, but during the long nine months of being 'imprisoned' in the Western military camp, he was mentally confused because of the way forward.
It is inevitable that slack will occur, which will naturally lead to a lack of some daily training. It is really uncomfortable to stand for more than an hour.
Not even Shangguan Yun. Needless to say, the prisoners of war who couldn't even take a few sips of gruel every day in the prisoner-of-war camp. If they hadn't been well-nourished for a month in the special training camp, they would hardly have eaten in more than an hour.
A person can stand completely.
Finally, someone on the opposite side couldn't help but quietly moved his legs and ankles.
Tang Dao pursed his lips tightly and looked a little cold. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a metallic voice spread throughout the audience: "Very good, it seems that the last bit of spanking energy among you is almost gone, so why not hurry up?"
Yes, come up and beat me up!"
The row of officers and lieutenants standing behind Tang Dao couldn't help but twitch their mouths. Sir, what are you trying to do? Why, I want 1VS2000! Standing in a military posture is fine, but punching to the flesh is really not possible.
, even if you add us all.
Tantai Mingyue lowered her head and sighed slightly. Her future husband was good at everything, but he was a bit too rigid and straight. Regardless of whether he was a man or a woman, he wanted to solve problems with his fists.
But this is good, at least few silly women like her fall in love with him, so let’s keep this trait!
Women in the new era focus on being exclusive!
Unfortunately, there are very few, which does not mean that there are none. The reporter from Tantai is destined to miscalculate. The straight man of steel does not say too many love words, but the main thing of "steel" is a hard man. How many women can refuse a man who will always be "rocky"
What about men?
"Yes, although no one of you weaklings spoke, your eyes told me that no matter whether I was the supreme commander here or not, the moment I scolded you, I was the bastard in your eyes and hearts.
If possible, you have already begun to think about how to swollen my face or even kill me with a black gun on the battlefield. Because, since you arrived here, although you think there are many strange eyes on you, but frankly speaking, you are soft
Dan is a coward, but I am still the first!" Tang Dao continued to roar loudly.
"So, when I stand here, even if your legs and feet are already sore and you wish you could lie down instead of sitting down, you are still standing like me. You just want to tell me that you stupid bastards will wait for me.
Well, one day I will take revenge for this grudge."
The officers and soldiers of the special training camp continued to be silent.
I have to say that although the self-proclaimed bastard in front of me is very irritating, he really understands people's hearts.
That’s what they seem to think!
"Then I might as well prick your hearts again. I regret it very much. If I had come back ten days earlier, I wouldn't have wasted so much food." Tang Dao's voice suddenly increased at least two times, and at all times
In people's stunned eyes.
"I shouldn't have allowed Director Ye and the others to set up this so-called special training camp for bitches. What qualifications do you trash have to join my four-element group? The most suitable place for you should be a woman's bed, listen.
Tell them that your uncle is mighty!"
There was a "boom" and the prisoners of war were in an uproar.
This bastard leader really went beyond their imagination.
Not only are they said to be rubbish and a waste of food, but they are also said to be only worthy of being called uncle by women.
This is not only an insult to them as soldiers, but they are not even worthy of the male gender.
It's really too much. Open the door to too much. It's too much.
Tang Dao did not continue to speak, but looked at the excited prisoners of war coldly until their voices became slightly quieter.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "What? You are said to be trash, and you don't accept it?"
"Sir, we are not trash." A prisoner of war shouted in response in the queue.
"Sir, I don't accept it. I participated in the Great Wall War of Resistance! The sword in my hand has chopped off the heads of three Japanese people!" A rather burly prisoner of war who looked like a big man from the north separated from the crowd and strode away.
Come out and shout loudly.
Moreover, he casually took off the dark green summer sweatshirt issued by the special training camp, faced Tang Dao, exposed his somewhat thin chest, pointed at the layers of scars on his chest, his face was filled with pride:
"I still refuse to accept it. The Japanese used various methods in the prisoner-of-war camp to treat us as Japanese invaders, but we did not surrender.
They stipulated that any guard who did not take the initiative to bow would be whipped five times. In three months, I received more than 100 whips."
He pointed his hand towards the queue and roared: "Brothers from the 3rd Company of the Security Battalion of the 39th Independent Brigade Special Agent Regiment of the 29th Army, come out and let me see if you are all rubbish like what Chief Tang said."
Following the roar of the prisoners of war, about a hundred people walked out of various queues, looked at each other excitedly, and then formed a neat queue and trotted all the way to the prisoners of war with their upper bodies exposed.
"Reporting to the company commander, the 3rd company of the guard battalion was supposed to have 154 people, but the actual number is 127!" A second lieutenant raised his hand and saluted the big man.
Although this number was confirmed after being exchanged back to the second theater, 17 people died in the prisoner of war camp, but the northern man still looked dark again, and after a slight silence, he roared: "Everyone turn back and take off their clothes."
The prisoners of war all took off their shirts.
They were all very thin, and under the bulging shoulder blades were almost clearly visible rib bone marks. Obviously, hunger alone had already tortured these once strong men.
Of course, in addition to the common feature of being thin, there are also various scars covering the shoulders and back, and almost no one is spared.
The burly man who was nearly thirty years old suddenly had pride in his sad eyes. He suddenly turned back to face Tang Dao, stared at Tang Dao fiercely, and roared almost word by word: "Sir, I don't care about others."
You know, there are no cowards in the 3rd Company of my Guard Battalion. They are all good people. They are not rubbish. They have no chance to report to you here, nor are they surrendering out of fear of death. They all have conspicuous bayonet wounds on their bodies.
and gunshot wounds, he was forced to death by the Japanese guards.”
Tang Dao's face turned grim and he said: "Captain, you and your soldiers have killed the enemy in battle and are tenacious and unyielding in difficult circumstances. These are all very good. The scars are the best proof, I admit it.
But, I’m sorry, I can’t take back my words. In my eyes, you are still rubbish.”
The whole place suddenly fell silent.
Including a row of school officers and lieutenants behind Tang Dao.
The captain, company commander, and his soldiers, with their emaciated bodies and scars, have shown their unyielding in the prisoner of war camp, which is already good enough.
In fact, it's already so good that it couldn't be better.
In that kind of environment where life and death were taken away by the Japanese army, they could die at any time. Even if it were them, they couldn't do any better than these ordinary officers and soldiers.
The bulging shoulder blades, the skinny ribs and layers of scars caused by extreme malnutrition are the best medals of a soldier's unyielding spirit.
The northern man's eyes were filled with intoxicating anger, his somewhat thin chest was rising and falling violently, and even his fists were clenched.
Obviously, if Tang Dao can't give him a satisfactory answer, he will fight against Tang Dao, even if Tang Dao is a colonel, the highest commander here, and the legendary hero leader, and he is just a little-known
The captain was a prisoner of war who was once looked down upon by others, and he was surrounded by guns that could spit out deadly tongues of fire at any time.
But so what? The humiliation from the same clan and comrades is definitely a shame that is more difficult to accept than death.
"Your behavior of not surrendering in the prisoner of war camp is worthy of respect, but a soldier's medal should not be just a whip mark.
The blood of soldiers should not just stay in the enemy's prisoner-of-war camp, but flow on the ground beneath our feet.
This land is the land left to us by our ancestors. It is you and us who let the land groan under the iron hooves of the Japanese army. This is a shame for every Chinese soldier. No matter it is you or me!" Tang Dao shouted coldly.
"If you want to wash away the shame, there is only blood and sacrifice. But where should our sacrifice be? You tell me with your scars that it is your unyielding medal. Then, I will let you take a good look at what a true warrior is.
Medal."
"Shangguanyun, Zhao Daqiang, Qian Dazhu, Cai Yongguan, Lao Baanpan..." As Tang Dao called his name one by one, the officers and soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment, regardless of whether they were majors, captains or sergeants on their collar badges, trotted over quickly.
They gathered in front of Tang Dao.
"Everyone is here, except for the tops." Tang Dao roared loudly.
Including himself, a row of officers and soldiers standing neatly took off their military uniforms, revealing their strong chests.
Everyone's eyes were frozen.
Not a single one of these middle- and low-level officers and soldiers who are the cornerstone of the army is intact.
The dark red scar the size of a baby's fist was obviously a gunshot wound, and the scarlet red centipede-like suture wound was naturally a bayonet wound. Such horrific wounds were actually seen on the bodies of these lieutenant colonels and majors.
Tantai Mingyue's eyes were a little wandering.
She didn't want to see it, not at all. After serving the unconscious Tang Dao for so long, she had no idea how many scars there were on her future husband's strong body. No one here knew it better than her.
Yes.
Every time she thinks about it, it makes her heartache.
She is not proud at all, even though the man she loves deeply uses the medal on his body to prove to everyone that he is the best soldier of this era, and he is worthy of the medal hanging on his chest.
She just felt distressed, uncontrollably distressed.
The glory that belonged to the warrior seemed to be cutting into her heart one by one.
Now, those horrific scars came into view again, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
That's her husband!
At this moment, she is just an ordinary woman, an ordinary wife.
However, her husband is also a member of the Chinese army. From the moment he puts on the military uniform, his life and body no longer belong to that small family, but to this country.
The officers and soldiers of the special training camp were also stunned. That bastard colonel had so many scars on his body that it was frightening. His legendary military exploits and his reputation as a genius iron-blooded captain were all earned by these.
"Shangguanyun, the former commander of the 1st Company of the 542nd Regiment of the 88th Division, is now the commander of the 4th Battalion of our Sixings Regiment. The Battle of Songhu entered the battlefield on August 18. He fought bloody battles with the Japanese invaders for two months and went through dozens of battlefields, large and small.
Later, he was ordered to lead his troops to the Jedi Sihang Warehouse and fought hard for four days and nights until he was ordered to withdraw into the concession..."
"Cai Yongguan, commander of the Steel Company of our Fourth Army Regiment, was originally a unit of the Sichuan Army. He joined our Fourth Army Regiment during the Battle of Guangde and led the entire company to garrison on the high ground and fought until the last soldier died. That night we sent reinforcements
He was found and rescued when collecting the remains of our army. After returning from his injuries, he led a newly formed infantry company to participate in the Shentouling ambush, Xiangtangpu ambush, and the Battle of Southeast Shanxi..."
"Old Abacus, a former superior soldier of the 542nd Regiment of the 88th Division, followed our unit to fight in Songjiang, Guangde, Zhengcheng, and Taihang after the Battle of Sihang Warehouse. He participated in all battles since the formation of our Sihang Regiment. In the Battle of Southeast Shanxi two months ago
With the strength of three people, they blocked a Japanese infantry squad and wiped them out. All three of them suffered dozens of injuries and were seriously injured and were dying. If the reinforcements had not arrived in time, we would be commemorating him at the Martyrs Cemetery now, and his scars would be unmarked.
You can see it again..."
"Qian Dazhu, former senior soldier of the 43rd Army of the Sichuan Army. During the Battle of Songjiang, our Songjiang defenders faced 30,000 soldiers against 100,000 Japanese invaders. Only Qian Dazhu and a signal corpsman survived. Later he joined the Fourth Army Regiment and was ordered to rebuild its infantry company. He was a senior soldier.
He has held the rank of company commander to this day..."
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Tang Dao pointed at each one and continued speaking, with endless pride in his eyes, "My soldiers, whether they are alive or dead, they are all worthy of this military uniform, including myself."
The big man from the north and the more than 2,000 officers and soldiers from the special training camp looked at him in awe, but they couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.
Indeed, they have admitted in their hearts that with the blessing of such a 'medal', the bastard commander in front of them has the capital to talk rubbish about anyone.
However, they are still unwilling to admit that they are rubbish. They also want to shed their blood on the ground like the soldiers of the Fourth Army in front of them who hold their heads high and proudly display their 'medals'. If they don't die, they can use the scars on their chests.
Prove to everyone that they are worthy of this military uniform.
Their jealousy was red, but their chests were also held high!
They are not proud, they just want to tell the bastard commander in front of them who is about to become their top commander that they can also become one of these outstanding soldiers.
As long as they are treated like normal soldiers and given guns!
That was also the purpose of their gathering and making noise this time!
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