Chapter 1: The Brutal Drill Sergeant's New Recruits

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  The Art of War by Sun Tzu says: "Weapons are ominous instruments, a sage would use them only when he cannot avoid it."

  In August 1937, a small county town in western China nestled at the foot of the Taihang Mountains.

  Machine guns were set up at the embrasures on the city wall, and sandbagged machine gun positions were also set up outside the city gate. Young soldiers wearing khaki uniforms stood guard at their respective posts, with a hint of tension visible beneath their excited faces.

  Distant artillery fire rumbled in, that was the brothers on the outer perimeter fighting to the death with the invaders.

  The outer city wall has not yet been lost, and the citizens inside the city have not yet withdrawn completely. The city gate is still temporarily open.

  "Get your spirits up, all of you! Open your eyes wide!" A rough voice suddenly exploded on the city gate tower, startling the guarding soldiers who were all shaken. The rough voice continued to bellow, "What are we? We are the Security Regiment! What is the Security Regiment? It's protecting the border and pacifying the people..."

  "Hmph—"

  A soldier embracing a machine gun at the embrasure chuckled softly...

  "Hmm—" The rough voice paused, clearly its owner hadn't expected anyone to let out a snicker at such a serious moment.

  The one who let out a snicker was a soldier who looked to be in his early twenties, with an ordinary appearance and average height.

  If there's anything special about him, it's his eyes.

  Those were a pair of extremely agile eyes, the big eyeballs rolling around in their sockets without stopping for a moment, revealing that this was not someone with an easy mind.

  He was wearing a brand new military uniform, which made him look like a new recruit. Veterans usually don't wear new uniforms, as the security team hadn't received any military pay in two years, let alone replaced their equipment.

  This new soldier had a sarcastic expression on his face, seemingly disdainful of the training he had just received. He snickered to himself as he used his gleaming eyes to peer through the embrasure at the civilians fleeing from the city below, apparently oblivious to the sudden halt in the rough voice.

  "Hey, brother, you're in trouble! Go apologize to the squad leader quickly, or else he'll whip you to death with his belt. He's got a bad temper!"

  A younger-looking brother who appeared to be an old soldier reminded him in a low voice.

  The new soldier didn't make a sound, still fully focused on patrolling the crowd below, thinking to himself: "Whether he's angry or not has nothing to do with me, best if he gets angry and kicks me out, I can go home and enjoy my leisure."

  The fleeing common people, dragging their children and carrying their wives in carts or sedan chairs, were crying out and wailing, shouting and scolding, making a great din, raising a yellow cloud of dust that obscured the sky and sun, creating a scene that was truly pitiful.

  After all, this is a county town, and among the refugees, there are also wealthy merchants who usually wear fine clothes and eat well, high above others. At this time, although they are carrying large boxes and small cabinets in cars and sedan chairs, they do not look like ordinary people with tattered clothes and dusty faces, but they are all flustered and terrified, hastily rushing around like a dog that has lost its home, completely losing their usual calmness and dignity.

  "Wow, this chick is pretty, that one's not bad either. Is that the county magistrate's daughter? Look at that little face... tsk tsk, so delicate and tender, that little butt... oh my, it's too tight, too..."

  This new soldier was gazing at the crowd below - or rather, admiring the beauties - while lamenting in his heart.

  Now is a good opportunity, those delicate ladies who are usually hidden in the boudoir and rarely seen, if it weren't for fleeing from disaster, would they dare to step out of their doors without any scruples?

  What a great opportunity! We can't afford to miss it, otherwise we would be unfilial to our ancestors, ungrateful to the Buddha and unloyal to Chairman Chiang!

  "Hmm——"

  The new recruit's butt was suddenly kicked by someone, and he was furious. Just as he was about to curse the bastard who disturbed him from watching the beauty, a loud shout exploded in his ear: "Stand up!"

  What a day, this is a long-awaited sound.

  The new recruit hastily let go of the machine gun he was holding and stood up, feeling extremely depressed.

  Why are there so many people staring at me? I didn't laugh that loudly just now! Did the class monitor grow a pair of dog ears?

  "Attention! About face!"

  As the orders were given and executed, the new recruit turned around to see a pair of big eyes staring at him from a face with a long beard, glaring at him like copper bells, his heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to flash a flattering smile...

  "Damn it, still smiling? I'll make you smile..." He raised the whip in his hand and lashed out at the new recruit, whipping him fiercely on the head and face while cursing, "I'll make you dog's day laugh again, laugh again, show me another one..."

  This new soldier felt wronged, what the hell is going on? Didn't they say that a smiling face can avoid being hit when asking for help? The common saying goes that a good person doesn't take advantage of someone in front of them, but I'm clearly seeing you get angry and trying to appease you with a smile!

  With his hands clutching his head, he stood still, hanging his head low, allowing the long whip to lash out fiercely. But in this new recruit's heart, he was cursing the eight generations of ancestors of this damn thing, secretly making up his mind that once the battle starts, he would shoot him in the back with a black gun and kill him. Who let you bully me now?

  What a good scolding, only to tear the new soldier's two sleeves apart, and there were purple-red blood marks on the back of his hands. The squad leader stopped only when he was panting heavily.

  It can be seen that this guy is a down-to-earth person. He doesn't even hold back when whipping someone, each whip is full of strength, and he really hits hard.

  He was really tired, with sweat beads hanging on his forehead, holding the whip in one hand and resting it on his waist, while using the other hand to unbutton his collar, making an effort to pull the collar apart, revealing his entire bronze-colored thick neck, so that he could breathe more comfortably.

  After a while, no more lashes came down, and this new soldier knew that he had finally gotten through the ordeal.

  He let out a sigh of relief, and the burning pain in his arms spread, piercing pain, so painful that his hands felt numb. He couldn't help but moan, and his two arms slowly slid down from his head, and when his hands fell, they trembled uncontrollably.

  Just finished beating the long queue, panting heavily, staring at the new soldier's face.

  Huh?

  How come you look so familiar?

  "Report for duty!" The drill sergeant barks orders at the new recruits.

  "I..."

  As soon as the new recruit opened his mouth, the old soldier who had reminded him earlier knew he was in trouble again. He quickly stood up and ran to the front of the squad leader, standing at attention and saluting, then interrupting him: "Report to Squad Leader, I am Wang Yuzhu, the leader of the first class, this is our new recruit Lin Feng, who enlisted yesterday, report complete!"

  "Who let you report for him!" The squad leader roared with anger, and with a "thud", he kicked out the squad leader Wang Yuzhu.

  He still maintained his honest and down-to-earth nature, not holding back at all, and with one kick, he almost kicked Wang Yuzhu off the city wall.

  King Yu-zhu, who had been kicked out of the city wall, was lucky to grab onto the wall with both hands and steady himself, narrowly avoiding a fall.

  But when he subconsciously turned his head to glance at the empty space below, he broke out in a cold sweat. If he fell from the city wall, wouldn't he be smashed to pieces? How could he still be alive?!

  Wang Yuzhu hastily exerted himself with both arms and returned to the top of the city wall, his legs trembling as he stood at one side, no longer daring to make a sound.

  This row is too violent and ruthless, without considering the lives of his subordinates.

  After this commotion, new recruit Lin Feng was really frightened, and he hastily adopted the military posture that his squad leader had taught him yesterday, with chest out, abdomen in, buttocks lifted, eyes fixed on the front, and legs tightly closed together.

  Damn it, being a soldier is really not a job for humans. Even speaking requires looking at the officer's face, and one careless move will get you beaten up.

  Lin Feng was truly regretful, regretting that he shouldn't have run to the county town at this time, otherwise he wouldn't have been caught and become a security guard.

  I'd rather not be a soldier, and I'd rather not fight in a war.

  Lin Feng's life ideal is: to marry ten or eight wives as beautiful as flowers, to have a house full of little Lin Fengs, to be busy with his wives and tease his sons, and in his spare time, sit in a tea house and listen to small songs.

  What a comfortable life it is!

  But all of this was blown away like smoke in the wind when Lin Feng put on his military uniform, shouldered his gun and prepared for battle.

  It's not enough to fight with guns, but also have to suffer from the officer's discipline. Being a soldier is really worse than being a straw!

  In his heart he was furious, but Lin Feng was a clever man and deeply understood the principle that a good man does not take advantage of the present situation, so when it's time to pretend to be a fool, he had no choice but to do so.

  She swept a glance at Lin Feng and saw his reaction, thinking: He's quite clever!

  Seeing Lin Ping just staring at himself without saying a word, Lin Feng felt uneasy in his heart.

  Does it count if the class monitor reported on behalf of myself just now?

  But what if I report it again and get scolded for being nagging, won't I still get a good scolding?

  If it doesn't count when the class leader reports on one's behalf, and now oneself doesn't report voluntarily, does that count as disobeying a military order?

  Lin Feng's back was like carrying a huge mountain, the enormous pressure made his spine almost bent, and his heart was like being roasted on fire, roasted to be crispy outside and tender inside, if he added a pinch of salt, it would be perfect for drinking.

  "Is your name Lin Feng?"

  Pai Chang finally spoke up. Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief, saying that as long as you speak, I'll have a way to deal with it. What I fear the most is a silent gourd.

  "Reporting to Platoon Leader, I am Lin Feng, a soldier of the first squad of the third platoon!"

  "Hmm!" Lin Feng was very satisfied with this answer, nodded and asked again, "Local?"

  "Reporting to the squad leader, I am from Huaiyin Town!" Lin Feng replied in a standard and proper tone.

  "Alright, alright!" The long queue waved his hand impatiently, "I ask you something and you just say it, don't always report this and that. You're not tired of talking, I'm tired of listening!"

  "Yes, line up!"

  Facing the seemingly gentle and soft attitude, Lin Feng still didn't dare to be careless, who knows when this violent guy would go crazy.

  He furrowed his brow and was about to say something when he saw a soldier with an assault rifle slung over his chest hurrying over.

  The soldier who ran over, Lin Feng didn't recognize him. In fact, he didn't know most of the people in the team, including the squad leader Wang Yuzhu who had just helped him out of trouble yesterday, a new recruit who had only been there for one day, how many people could he know!

  Lin Feng didn't recognize him, but Pai Chang recognized that this soldier was Xiao Zhang, the communications officer of their company.

  Just as they were chatting, a messenger suddenly came over from the regimental headquarters. Lin Feng immediately knew that there must be an order and hastily turned to shout: "Little Zhang, what brings you here? Are there any new instructions from the regiment?" Why did the regiment send a messenger at this time? Was there a new development in the battle situation or was the regiment making new deployments?

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