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Huang Shicheng has been very depressed recently. He did not expect that he would hit a wall everywhere in this small New Third Group.

According to the usual situation, he was a member of the title of clerk and he should be supported everywhere he went, but in this New Third Regiment, even among the soldiers at the bottom, it seemed that he was not welcomed.

"Secretary Huang."

"Secretary Huang."

The soldiers greeted him, from the regiment commander to the platoon leader and the squad leader, and when they shouted this title, there was a cold charm in Huang Shicheng's ears.

After the crops were harvested, the soldiers began to conduct military training.

In a row, the soldiers were practicing assassination, but the way they practiced surprised Huang Shicheng.

Fortunately a few days ago, the soldiers practiced the basic sprint and anti-sting routines of assassination. Although these routines were not the same as the moves Huang Shicheng saw from other teams, the layman did not care much about it. He only felt that the new third regiment was indeed well-known. Even the soldiers practiced assassination with severe expressions and full of energy.

Later, the soldiers trained the two to cooperate, feint attack, sprint, and then the three to cooperate with sprint, Huang Shicheng, as an outsider, also saw some differences.

He secretly called himself a surprise, and he found that the soldiers of the New Third Regiment had a very complete routine in practicing assassination.

But today, the soldiers in a row are actually conducting confrontational assassination training.

Although this kind of training is not unique in the entire Eighth Route Army, it is not common, especially the scene in Huang Shicheng's eyes at this moment really shocked him:

Although the soldiers were conducting confrontational assassination training, they all seemed to be on the battlefield. Except for the guns that use wooden guns or rifles without bayonets, the others were almost in actual combat and were ruthless in moves. In a short period of time, Huang Shicheng saw in fear that half of the soldiers were slightly injured.

Is this so great?

When did Huang Shicheng see this crazy training method?

"Stop it all." Huang Shicheng shouted at the top of his voice, but the voice was too small and the soldiers were very dedicated to training, but no one was afraid of him.

Huang Shicheng became even more angry and shouted: "Stop!"

This voice almost took Huang Shicheng's life to roar, and it was a bit shattered, and the angry people in it were even more shocking.

The roar leader first heard the roar and quickly ordered the confrontation training to stop temporarily. The soldiers then stopped honestly, and got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner. He looked at Mr. Huang for no reason, not knowing what the uninvited guest was coming.

Huang Shicheng's anger disappeared slightly, and he knew the leader of the platoon.

"What are you doing, the first row leader?"

"Confrontational assassination training!" a platoon leader said naturally.

Huang Shicheng said: "Training? How can you train like this? I stood next to me for a while and saw many comrades being injured. If this continues, what if someone is seriously injured?

Does Captain Han know about this situation?"

The first row leader said: "Of course I know, this is the assassination teaching specially formulated by our regiment commander."

"Assassination teaching?"

"Yes, our regiment commander is amazing. Not only is he good at fighting, but he knows a lot. He teaches us targeted assassination teaching, explosive response spikes, two people's feint attacks and spikes, and three-three system spikes. We have practiced these.

But the commander said that these are the basics. If you really go to the battlefield, the Japanese cannot stand there and let us kill them. The Japanese are alive, and we must conduct practical exercises, which is the confrontational training that Mr. Huang sees in front of him.”

Huang Shicheng said: "There has never been a team like this. Isn't he afraid that you will be injured?"

A platoon leader said in a deep voice: "The leader said that we would rather get hurt during training than watch us die in battle."

...Huang Shicheng left without looking back. Behind him, a row of soldiers rose up again for confrontation training, roaring into the sky and fighting sounded endlessly.

This group of bloody warriors seemed to like this way of training.

Huang Shicheng had to admit that even though he liked to pick on the bones in the eggs, when he saw the facts in front of him again, he couldn't help but remain silent when he heard these remarks. In his heart, he subconsciously didn't want to write about this matter.

"Originally, this matter is not harmful."

Huang Shichen comforted himself like this. In just half a month, he even wanted to give up several times and never want to continue.

The environment here brought him psychological pressure and guilt, which was too strong. If it weren't for the repeated instructions from the team leader when he left, he would have been defeated long ago.

"The revolutionary must have a firm heart, and cannot carry any kindness to the enemy."

The words that the team leader said echoed in the sea of ​​anger. Huang Shicheng clenched his fists and restored his determination.

Time has entered dusk. During this period, Huang Shicheng heard that the new three teams have started the old tradition again - the whole group story conference.

But now the team has been dispersed, and it is impossible for the whole group to gather together to tell stories.

But there were only many soldiers who stayed in the New Third Regiment headquarters. The story conference was held at the entrance of Taiyue Village, and many curious people also came.

Before it was dark, the entrance of the village was surrounded by soldiers and people.

A large open space was vacant in the middle, serving as the stage for the protagonist who told the story.

When Huang Shicheng came, he just took a look at the situation and was overjoyed. This was an excellent opportunity for him.

It was completely dark.

The people who had been busy for a day and the soldiers who had been sweating for a day gathered at the entrance of the village.

The story conference of the entire group began, and the opening remarks were held by the leader of the group, Han Feng.

Han Feng said: "Comrades, no matter how difficult the revolutionary cause is, we must believe that every tomorrow will be a better tomorrow. The whole group story conference is an old tradition of our big family to understand each other, gather strength, and unite feelings. Some time ago, we delayed because of the battle and the development and development of the base area. Now things have stabilized, and our tradition should continue to be passed on and carried forward.

So I announced that if there are no special matters, our story conference will continue from today.”

Han Feng's words fell, and the applause in the audience burst into thunder.

"The rules are still in accordance with the old rules. Some new recruits do not understand what the old rules are, so they asked the veterans who attended the story conference.

Let’s start now, prepare the selected soldiers of each platoon and proceed in turn.”

Han Feng walked down the middle of the venue with a smile and sat down beside Xu Zilin.

Xu Zilin pushed Han Feng and whispered: "Old Han, Huang Shicheng is here too."

Han Feng nodded, "Come on, let's just listen to the story."

"I'm afraid that our Huang clerk can't sit still!"

"Stop watching the changes."

"Old Han, Huang Shicheng went to see our confrontation training today, I'm worried..."

Han Feng shook his head: "Don't worry, I have reported this to the headquarters. In addition, Lao Xu, good things cannot be kept privately. I have written four more books recently, which are about our specific assassination teaching. If you have time, please help me and send them to the headquarters!"

Xu Zilin exclaimed: "Old Han, what else do you have that I don't know? Or what else do you have that you don't understand?"

Han Feng: "I don't know what you are thinking now, nor do I understand."

Xu Zilin:...

Three soldiers in the center of the venue have already told their stories, most of which are about their poor lives and experiences in the past. Although these soldiers are stupid and may not be as good at speaking, they focus on the true feelings. Every time they talk about touching plots, many soldiers burst into tears.

This is the first time Huang Shicheng has seen such a group story conference, so there is no need to say much about the surprise in his heart.

After a moment of carelessness, even he had listened to three stories.

At this time, Huang Shicheng remembered the serious business.

A soldier on the stage was telling a story to the climax. The soldiers all showed deep affection for expectations, but Huang Shicheng suddenly walked out.

"Comrades, please disturb us. Let's end our story conference now! There is one thing I'm going to take advantage of this opportunity in front of you to take care of everyone."

Han Feng frowned, and Xu Zilin was right. Huang Shicheng really didn't have a good intention, just to make trouble.

The soldiers who were excited to listen to the story naturally would not be much better. They all looked at Huang Shicheng who suddenly appeared for no reason.

Huang Shicheng finally spoke, "Don't worry, the story conference can continue after this matter is finished. As for the past few days, the story conference will be temporarily changed to a reflection conference."

Reflection Conference?

The soldiers were stunned...
Chapter completed!