Of course, Wang Feng didn't know that Chu Yunfei, the leader of Regiment 358, had such a high opinion of him. He also didn't know that the Japanese were so sensitive.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, they finally arrived at the division's field hospital.
Because it was too late, Wang Feng and the others arrived at the field hospital. Under the arrangement of a cadre, they stayed in an empty courtyard.
Naturally, the people in the field hospital did not care about food. Uncle Gao borrowed the cooking style of the field hospital's cooking team and made noodles for everyone.
Although everyone rode their horses all the way here, the cold weather made everyone hungry.
Tired, sleepy, and cold, Uncle Gao's big pot of noodles was finished by everyone.
However, they did not sleep. Instead, they unloaded the supplies from the cart and loaded the seized guns and ammunition onto the cart. At the same time, they arranged for two soldiers to lead the thirteen horses out.
People were tired and sleepy, and so were horses.
After everything was done, it was already midnight when everyone lay down to rest.
The night was silent!
The next day at 6:30, the sky was still dark.
However, the soldiers who were already used to it woke up from their deep sleep under the urging of their biological clock. The soldiers were all strong young men. She was still exhausted last night, but she recovered after a good night's sleep.
Uncle Gao had already gotten busy. He hadn't returned the guy he borrowed from the kitchen last night. He was now standing on the fire, preparing to steam the steamed buns.
Under Wang Sanhu's lead, the soldiers were ready to go out for their daily drills. Wang Feng followed him and experienced it for himself.
At this time, the training of the Eighth Route Army was not very intense for him. In addition, everyone had a clear training plan.
However, Wang Feng did not participate after trying it out. Instead, he stood at the side and watched quietly.
This was the division's field hospital. Because they were all injured, such training was rare. Therefore, their actions still attracted the attention of many people.
"Eh?"
As he observed, Wang Feng discovered one thing. Compared to the rich military songs of the later generations, there were very few soldiers in this era.
"Why don't I teach everyone to sing a military song?”
Wang Feng narrowed his eyes, his left hand supporting his right elbow and his right hand supporting his chin as he thought.
As soon as this thought appeared, Wang Feng immediately made a decision.
"Squad Leader Wang!"
Wang Feng did not hesitate. While everyone was resting, he shouted at Wang Sanhu.
"Yes!"
Wang Sanhu, who was stretching his body, subconsciously responded when he heard Wang Feng's words. Then, he hurriedly ran over.
"Captain, what's the matter?"
"Brother Sanhu, do you organize the soldiers to sing during your training?”Wang Feng looked at Wang Sanhu and asked.
"Eh!"
Wang Feng's question stunned Wang Sanhu. Then, he said without hesitation,"They usually sing the Three Rules of Discipline and Eight Points for Attention, and the military song of the Eighth Route Army.”
Hearing Wang Sanhu's words, Wang Feng could not help but nod. These two songs were very classic, but they were indeed too thin.
Military songs were something that could not be ignored in the armies of various countries.
First of all, military songs could boost morale and stimulate the fighting spirit. Second, it could disintegrate the enemy and launch a psychological attack on the enemy. 3. Strictly enforce discipline and regulate the behavior of soldiers. 4. Build up the spirit of the army and let the soldiers and civilians understand the duties and mission of the soldiers.
After Wang Feng received the memories of the original owner, he found that there was no news about the songs that should have appeared in history, such as the Taihang Mountain Broadsword March.
There was no need to elaborate on these two songs. In this special era, if they were written, the impact would be too great.
Wang Feng had come to this world to kill the enemy, defend the country, and let the people of the country not live in misery so that they could live a stable life.
However, his strength alone was too weak. Only by strengthening the faith of the people and soldiers of the country to resist the war, only by uniting the hearts and minds of the 400 million people could he erupt with powerful strength.
The military song was something that could create endless power with the smallest price. Wang Feng naturally would not miss it. Even if there was no system reward, he would still do it.
Wang Feng was willing to do anything that could help the country, the people, and the overall situation of the war. He would do it unconditionally.
Everything could be discussed, but there was no discussion or hesitation on the matter of the war of resistance.
Other than the two classic songs, there was another song, Unity Is Strength in History. This song should be released in the year 43, which was next year.
Compared to the previous two songs, this song was still popular even in their era. Every time the school organized military training, the instructor would let everyone sing this song.
Other than the three songs mentioned above, there were many more songs. Wang Feng would bring them over one by one in the future if time and conditions permitted it.
Let the military songs of the future generations inspire the will and resistance of the soldiers and the people in this world, and continue to emit their own light and heat.
"Brother Sanhu, call the warriors over. I'm going to teach everyone a new song.”Wang Feng said to Wang Sanhu.
When Wang Sanhu heard Wang Feng's words, he could not help but be slightly stunned. He thought to himself,"I didn't expect Captain to be able to compose songs.”However, he didn't think too much about it. He only felt a little strange.
Under his command, the soldiers quickly stood in a row.
"Captain, the entire team of ten has gathered!”Wang Sanhu bowed to Wang Feng.
"Get in line!"
Wang Feng returned Wang Sanhu's bow and then began his painful journey of teaching singing.
And for the first song, Wang Feng chose the broadsword march!
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The broadsword slashed at the Japanese's heads!
My fellow countrymen!
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Look at the enemy,
Destroy him, destroy him! Charge!
The broadsword slashed at the Japanese's heads.
Kill!
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For a moment, it was a busy yet quiet morning in the division's field hospital. It was broken by the singing that sounded like a broken gong!
In the beginning, the people in the field hospital were still a little uncomfortable. However, as the soldiers familiarized themselves with the tune and lyrics, they finally felt a little better. Everyone's expressions relaxed and they stopped to watch.
At this moment, Wang Feng was drenched in sweat.
Wang Feng had seen it for himself today. A person who was out of tune could deceive a group of people. Today, he encountered a group of people who were out of tune. Wang Feng almost forgot the original tune of the broadsword march.
In the end, if he hadn't been so angry that his face had turned red, and he hadn't shouted at the top of his lungs to pull everyone back, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
But overall, the results were still gratifying. Under his leadership, most of them could be transferred again.
After another ten minutes or so, under Wang Feng's relentless efforts, the soldiers finally finished singing on their own.
Suddenly, a cheer sounded!
"Good! Good song!"
Wang Feng turned around and saw a middle-aged soldier walking towards them with two guards.
The cheers just now came from this middle-aged soldier.
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