The next day, the loud cry of a rooster woke Wang Haotian up.
The assembly horn that belonged to the Sichuan army also sounded!
The villagers of Yong 'an Village were all curious!
Shouldn't they gather every Monday? But today was only Friday!
Was there going to be a war?
On the empty ground at the head of the village, the 240 soldiers of the 3rd Battalion had gathered!
"Battalion Commander, 80 people in a row!”
"Battalion Commander, the 2nd Company has 79 men out of 80!”
"Battalion Commander. Eighty people in Third Company, eighty people!"
Although the military posture was not so uniform, they were able to maintain almost full morning exercises in such a backward area like Western Sichuan!
The 3rd Battalion was indeed worthy of being the direct line of descent of the 2nd regiment!
It seemed that they had been training in the forest before!
Everyone also saw Wang Haotian, who was standing beside Lin Ye!
At first, he only felt that this youth had a spiritual aura that ordinary people did not have. After looking at him for a long time, he realized that this youth had a noble aura.
This youth's identity was probably not simple!
"Brothers from the 3rd Battalion, you must be very curious about who this person beside me is!”
"Yes, Battalion Commander!"
"Alright, then let him introduce himself. Everyone, listen carefully!”
The villagers were also curious as to who this delicate and pretty Gong Zige was. Why would he come to such a remote place?
Wang Haotian coughed.
"Brothers of the Third Battalion, fellow villagers of Yong 'an Village, my surname is Wang, my name is Hao Tian, and my father is Wang Ze!!!”
Wang Ze?
Isn't that the marshal?
Wouldn't this young man be the Young Marshal of De Yang?!!
Thinking of this, everyone was shocked!
Major, it was actually the major! The major had actually come to the 3rd Battalion!
"Brothers of the 3rd Battalion, there are now hundreds of warlords in Western Sichuan, big and small. The taxes are heavy, and the lives of the citizens are miserable. It is even more so in China. There are foreign powers eyeing us covetously, and warlords fighting internally. Can everyone lend me a hand?!!”
How many of the soldiers in the 3rd Battalion had joined the army for the sake of the country's revival? They had joined the Sichuan Army just to make a living!
But now, there seemed to be a voice in their hearts telling them that the rise and fall of the country was everyone's responsibility!
"Lin Ye swore his loyalty to the Young Marshal and the 12th Division!!!”
" Swear my loyalty to the Young Marshal!!!"
" Swear my loyalty to the Young Marshal!!!"
His roar soared into the sky, and his heroic spirit soared to ten thousand feet!
"From today onwards, I will personally supervise and train the 2nd Battalion!”
"Every morning, we run five kilometers with weights. Each person will be trained with 20 rounds of live ammunition per day. In addition, there will be an afternoon military theory class every week!”
"As for the other plan, I'll inform everyone when I've thought it through!”
Everyone was speechless. The young commander was too ruthless!
He had thought that the training in the 3rd Battalion was tough enough, but now it seemed that the days before were like heaven!
"The training will last for two months. Those who can make it through will be my direct descendants!”
"Those who quit halfway, I will give you a sum of money as a dismissal fee. However, it is impossible for you to enter my 12th division again!”
"Now, everyone borrow five bricks from the villagers and tie them to your bodies. Go around Yong 'an Village and begin!”
"Each group is divided into platoons. The time limit is 25 minutes. Those who arrive early will have an extra breakfast. Those who arrive late will have their breakfast reduced by one-third!”
Wang Haotian naturally took the lead. After getting the Great Nation System, his physical fitness had improved a lot.
A 5-kilometer run with weights was nothing to him now!
Yong 'an Village was surrounded by a bumpy dirt road. The dense forest also blocked the view of the outside world.
However, today, this small village was bustling with activity!
On the small hill at the end of the village!
The 3rd Battalion, 240 soldiers!
"From today onwards, the equipment of the 3rd Battalion will be unified. All rifles will be Mauser 88s. As for those miscellaneous rifles, they will be used for recruiting new recruits and training!”
"20 bullets per person, no hiding. One bullet, one shell. I will personally check it after shooting!”
It was impossible to have good marksmanship without a pile of bullets!
Wang Haotian was not stingy with bullets!
Like the other warlords in the country, they were all saving their bullets.
In the end, when they were on the battlefield, they wasted their bullets and sacrificed their lives!
Wang Haotian would never allow that to happen!
"Bang bang bang!"
From 50 meters to 100 meters!
Each target, each person fired 10 bullets!
The sound of bullets came from the depths of the forest!
The villagers of Yong 'an Village did not feel afraid. Instead, they felt at ease!
In this day and age, the one with a gun was the boss!
For the other warlords, the rule of the 12th Division was already the best.
Except for some necessary taxes, Marshal Wang in Deyang City didn't ask them to pay anything!
Wang Haotian also picked up a Mauser!
It was a brand new Mauser with a pitch-black barrel and a protective layer of paint on the butt!
The maximum range was 2000 meters!
Using 7.92mm round bullets!
" Bang bang!!!"
He loaded the gun and pulled the trigger!
Five consecutive bullets!
150 meters!
Target ten rings!
"Great spear technique, Major."
Lin Ye took the lead in clapping. To be able to hit the tenth circle from 150 meters was not something that an ordinary person could achieve!
The major had taken the lead in the five-kilometer weight-bearing run just now, making many soldiers feel inferior.
This Young Marshal was not simple!
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