Chapter 115 Officers and Soldiers

Looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, the falling snow turned the earth into white. The beach of the Margin Mountain on the sea was also dyed white by snow. Compared with the past, there are dozens of well-planned large rooms and even a small power generation room near the beach.

Huangpu Sports School moved from Pudong to this island two weeks ago. As for the Pudong school, it welcomed a group of new students. The second batch of students is more than the first batch, and they come from as many as 16 provinces, half of which are students who go to Japan to study and return to China.

Nearly 300 students sat sparsely in the newly built wooden classroom of Tan Xushan, which could accommodate 300 people. At this time, when they got up in the morning, most of the students who had gone through two hours of strict military training sat lazily, reading, or occasionally whispered to each other.

For them, this kind of big class is always dispensable. Strict training makes it difficult for them to concentrate. In addition to the "sports" professional courses they are interested in, they are not very interested in this kind of cultural course. Among them, not to mention Xiucai, there are dozens of people, unless they are out of school at that time, so The so-called cultural class can't attract their interest at all.

But when a man with a hedgehog-like hairstyle came in, these seemingly lazy and spiritless students suddenly stood up with a bang.

"Hde well, principal!"

Looking at these students who were welcoming him, Chen Moran just smiled.

"Sitting!"

Without a sound, 287 students sat in chairs like clocks.

As the principal of this school, Chen Moran will come from time to time every week on average and give them a lesson. The class is nothing more than a nationalist course. These students are far more radical than he thought. As early as less than two weeks after entering school, almost everyone cut off their braids.

Holding the chalk in his hand, Chen Moran turned around and wrote a few words on the blackboard behind him.

"National force!"

The words on the blackboard only prove that Zheng Chengying and others were stunned, sweating in their palms. Although they have been guessing the school in their hearts in the past few months, they have never been confirmed by those teachers. There are only 24 German teachers in this school, and there are only a few Chinese teachers, including the principal and Director Xiao of the Department of Professors.

Although whenever they don't do their best in their studies or there is a fight between their classmates, Director Xiao always scolds them for being so infighting. He said how to be the fore of the nation, they can only vaguely guess their mission.

"Who can tell me what it is!"

Chen Moran, who turned around, did not explain the four words on the blackboard, but pointed to a flag on the black side.

"Blood Flag!"

The students replied at the same time that this is the school flag of Huangpu Sports School. It is just a dark red flag, but it is called the Blood Flag.

"What is a blood flag!"

"The Han Dynasty worships fire, and its flag is red! The fire of the Ming Dynasty! Its flag is red! The death of the Ming Dynasty, the land of China, all the captives, the blood of the rivers and mountains of China stained thousands of miles! The blood and tears of the nation are stained with the blood flag of the nation!"

The students answered the principal's questions loudly. When they answered loudly, everyone showed grief and indignation on their faces. The vast majority of these students had the desire to overthrow the Qing Dynasty and return to the mountains and rivers of the Han family, and in this school, the misery of the nation they learned aggravated their idea.

Whenever I see this blood flag raised, what I think is always the rivers and mountains dyed red by the blood of millions of compatriots.

The meaning of this blood flag is to be instilled into Chen Moran's mouth again, twice, and dozens of times in the big classroom of our school. The reason why I chose this crimson blood flag is because of the dazzling red.

After the students answered the meaning of the blood flag, Chen Moran looked at the students seriously and put his hands on the podium.

"As your principal, I know that there has always been a question in your hearts, why did you come here!"

Raise your head gently and look directly at the students sitting in front of you.

"Is it for the revolution?"

"No!"

The answer is loud and neat. If this school is to be precise, what Chen Moran's biggest influence on them is probably to dispel the hazy "revolutionary" idea in their hearts.

"What is that for!"

"Realize the freedom and liberation of the nation!"

"What is the force of the nation!"

The stage suddenly became dumbfounded. The answers that rose in their hearts were all kinds, but there was no unified answer.

"The force of the nation is a barrier to the survival of this nation! It's a pity..."

Chen Moran shook his head.

"Since the death of the Ming Dynasty, there is no more national force in the land of China. There are only foreign iron hooves and minions!"

His eyes were restrained and he looked at the students in front of him.

"Now, you are the souls of the national armed forces that once again appear in this land after the disappearance of the Chinese armed forces of the Chinese nation!"

All kinds of mixed emotions of surprise and joy surged in the hearts of Zheng Chengying and others. This was the first time they got the answer. No one questioned the truth of the answer, because it was said from the headmaster, and they were convinced of the principal's words.

In the face of the excitement of the students and the suppressed ecstasy, Chen Moran, who stood on the podium, restrained the serious expression and looked at the young people in front of him, with a look of sadness.

"You can come here to prove that you are the best member of the nation. The slavery of aliens has never been engraved in your bones. Our future path is extremely difficult. This land has been enslaved by the iron hooves of aliens for two hundred and fifty-eight years. The compatriots are sinking and numb. Only the blood can wake them up, and who will sprinkle these blood!"

"We!"

287 students stood up at the same time, with no sadness and indignation, and some were just a kind of pride. When shouting out this sentence, Zheng Chengying had only one impulse, that is, to sprinkle his own blood now. As long as he could win the light of the nation, it would be enough to win the return of the Han family to this land.

"As your principal, I am very happy to hear your answer. Similarly, as your principal, I also need to remind you that on this road of national liberation that we have walked side by side, many students standing here today will not be able to see the day when the national restoration and the clothes will return of their clothes. On the road to the future, there are sacrifices and betrayals, now..."

Finally, looking at these proud and excited students under the stage, Chen Moran sighed in his heart.

"You still have a chance to quit!"

Humiliation! Almost when this sentence came out of the principal's mouth, an unprecedented sense of humiliation rose from the hearts of Zheng Chengying. They even glared at the respected principal. What they didn't want to believe was the choice left by the principal.

"The flag of the nation, the blood-stained flag, wraps the bodies of the soldiers. The body was still cold, the blood dyed the flag red, and the blood-stained blood flag was raised to the sky.

In this atmosphere of shame and indignation, a song suddenly sounded. The song seemed tragic, and the tragic song gushed out of Zheng Chengying's slightly hoarse voice. "... We made a solemn oath. The cowards who are afraid of death should leave, and we vowed to protect the national flag to the death. In the bloody battle with the enemy, who threw down the blood flag? They were ** by money and official positions. They were dirty and despicable. They raised the blood flag to the sky and made a solemn oath. The cowards who were afraid of death could go..."

In the end, the song converged in the classroom, and the tragic song echoed in the classroom. Everyone's faces disappeared from the previous excitement, but the kind of decision from the heart.

"... We swear to the death to protect the flag of this nation. The blood-stained war flag is raised to the sky, and we swear the way forward. Come on! Prison, guilloon, this is our farewell song. The blood-stained blood flag is raised to the sky and a solemn oath is taken. Cowards who are afraid of death, just leave, and we swear to protect the flag of this nation..." Listening to their singing, Chen Moran looked solemn. Looking at this group of young people who are willing to save their lives for their ideals, a strange feeling rose in his heart. He clearly knew that he could never be as idealistic as them. History is like this. Those who close their eyes can see the promotion of China's future young people, and what about him?

It's just... I just felt that my eyes were hot, and my chin was raised gently. Chen Moran took back the tears that seemed to gushed out. But his strange behavior still fell into the eyes of the young people who finished singing the school song.

Is the headmaster in tears?

Looking at the appearance of the principal suppressing tears, Zheng Chengying's heart trembled. Why did the principal shed tears? Is it for this nation and this country?

No! His tears today are for us!

Chen Moran didn't know his tears of shame and what kind of impact he had caused to the students who clenched their fists. Somehow, he looked at his students sadly.

"I hope you live up to the expectations of the song! Live up to the trust of the nation!"

"Please rest assured that we will never live up to the principal's expectations! Never live up to the trust of the nation!"

"Hon, you bitches! Do you want to live his fucking life and be a dog slave?

"Give it to me, you son of a bitch! Do you want to be a slave all your life?

"No!"

At the beginning of the morning, the morning glow dyed the sea and sky on the first line of the red sky, Shengshan Island, no, it should be called "Hell Island" now. Then there was a wolf-like howling.

The instructor with a two-foot-long raw cowhide whip roared and looked at the soldiers crawling on the beach. Unlike their usual tactical training, their right arm dragged a heavy ammunition box. The 48kg ammunition box and the wet cold produced great friction. The super-intensity physical training has reached their physical fitness. The limit, but the instructor standing next to him holds a leather whip in his hand. If he can't give the ammunition box to the next group at a satisfactory time, the leather whip will hit him without leaving a surname.

"You are a group of soft-boned dog slaves!"

With the screams, the instructor's roar sounded on the beach again.

Listening to the scream, Wu Shenglan's heart just trembled, and his hands and feet accelerated. He could still see the bruises on his cheeks on his cheeks. After the training the day before yesterday, because a brother in the class did not train seriously, all of them were slapped in the face. His face was swollen like a steamed bun, and it hurt hotly for several days. In order to train the No. 3,000 recruits here, I don't know how many mouths I got.

Those instructors with non-commissioned officer symbols began to beat people from the beginning of training, and then fought frantly and endlessly. The first training here was swimming. He tied everyone up with a rope and suddenly pushed them from the boat into the cold sea. He choked so much that he could not breathe, then pulled them up to breathe, and then was pushed into the water again. The military uniform was frozen into ice, but they were still dissatisfied, and someone would still be beaten.

In the first few days, Wu Shenglan was beaten unsincerely like other people because of training. He hated those bastards from the bottom of his heart who could only punch each other. After training every day, I always shout over and over again in my heart: "Wait and see! Waiting for the battlefield..."

There is even a rumor between them.

"In the future battlefield, give him a shot from behind."

"I tell you, either grit your teeth and hold on, or hang yourself like a woman!"

The bending instructor continued to roar in their ears in a hoarse voice.

"You bitches, I know you want to shoot me in the back. That's how I came through..."

Obviously, this instructor also knows what they think. What people who are scolded and beaten can do is to train and train desperately here, and dare not slack off.

The training of the basic surname is slowly tempered on all of them.

"This place is a steelmaking furnace, making you bastards into steel!"

"In the future, when you go to the battlefield, you will know thank you!"

The instructor shouted something. Wu Shenglan was just immersed in training. He didn't dare to relax a little. He didn't want to be slapped in the ear, and he didn't want to be whipped, and he didn't want to be beaten on the board with his buttocks.

But the last thing I want is that those who are scolded by these rough bars can't raise their heads to be people. Their abusive words are sometimes more hurtful than fists.

In the training, these guys in single clothes suddenly entered the sweaty heat from the piercing cold, and soaked the single clothes on their bodies with sweat at once, but even so, the instructors were still dissatisfied and still roared and whipped the whip or kicked the leather boots with 36 copper nails on them.

Two shirtless recruits were fighting, and the outside of the barbed wire was shouting rudely. It was the only job here to force people into beasts, and it was also what the "wretary" who had suffered the same treatment were good at.

"Don't be like a bitch. He just killed your father, killed your mother, and killed him!"

With the shouts outside the barbed wire, Ma Youcai's eyes turned red, and the beaten and deformed face was ferocious. At this time, he completely regarded his teammate in front of him as a filial servant who did not kill his father's enemy, but made him hate a little more than killing his father's enemy. He pounced on the man, trying to catch him and throw him to the ground. But he kicked him hard with his foot.

Ma Youcai couldn't catch him at all. But the man quickly rotated his body to face him and kicked him in the stomach at the same time. Then he flew out like this, and his body hit the barbed wire. The sharp pain of the barbed into his body only woke him up suddenly. At this time, the man had rushed to him.

"Ah!"

He shouted and rushed at the man, waved his fist desperately, and waved his fist left and right like crazy. Finally, he was stuck in the neck by the brother who was one head taller and stronger than him. The man just exerted his strength and fainted in front of him.

The instructor, who was shouting, walked into the wire and walked to them. He bent down to check his breath first, and then shouted.

"Come on!" Together, he went out again.

"Take a bucket and wake them up. The next group!"

When he woke up, Ma Youcai returned to the queue wetly. The tingling behind him reminded him of his failure, but the fight between the flesh and blood in the barbed wire began again.

The day's training is finally over, not the end. At least they can take a break while eating. Dragging their tired bodies, these tired legs and even began to tremble. After a little rinsing, they went to the canteen. The canteen was several large wooden houses. If there is anything good here, I'm afraid that the three meals here are good. Except in the morning, you can see the meat at every meal.

And even if you want to devour it and stuff something into your mouth with both hands, no one cares if you eat more or less.

The food is hot and the portion is quite sufficient. Now Wu Shenglan only feels that his meal is much larger. He ate more than in the past day. At the beginning, he began to eat, Ma Youcai and Jinhu, whose face changed, came in one after another. Ma Youcai's whole body was like a collapse, and fell on an empty board beside Wu Shenglan. On the stool.

Wu Shenglan, who was wolfing down on a large piece of fat, looked up at him. He looked at him with exhaustion, pale face and shortness of breath.

"Oh, how's it going?"

He shook his head.

"You'd better eat something. If you don't eat it, you have to run around the island in two hours."

"I can't eat it. Those son of a bitch, you bastards who deserve a thousand knives.

Ma Youcai cursed those people in a low voice. You don't have to ask who they are. They are non-commissioned officers who trained him.

"When I was on the sentry tonight, I would have stuffed the muzzle of the gun into my mouth, or into their mouth."

Listening to him scolding there, Wu Shenglan scooped some rice and tea in his bowl and poured him a cup of tea. These were just angry words. Many people said so, but no one would do it. Those instructors even opened one eye in their dreams.

Although he hates it, he still has to eat. Ma Youcai will not have trouble with his stomach.

Two and a half hours later, after two hours of literacy class, as usual, do the last pre-bedtime physical training. As soon as the exercise is over, anyone can fall asleep. Here they even need to learn to sleep at any time and on any occasion, sit and sleep, stand and sleep as usual when marching.

Give the soldier a bunker and allow him to sleep in it, and he will be as happy as a worm arching into the apple - sleep soundly, provided that when Wu Shenglan sleeps in **, the horse with a whistle in the bunker has money, but stares at the sea. When his right hand is lowered for a rifle, he only pushes it halfway but pushes it. For the sake of going.

"Do you want to kill? Can't do it?"

In the process of hesitation, the voice behind him almost scared Ma Youcai's gun into the pit. When he turned around, he saw an instructor standing behind him.

"Don't think we want to do this. If we don't do this, you will definitely not live in the future, and you will know in the future!"

After saying this, the instructor turned around and left, but finally left a sentence.

"When you can kill people, you will know what is good for you! Watch carefully. If I don't find it when I get close next time, the whole class will be punished! Everyone is punished for ten!"

On the beach, in the sand pit, only the horse has money and can't come back to his senses, but he puts a gun on his shoulder and dares to talk nonsense.

(to be continued)