Yunling Village.
Late at night.
In a certain courtyard.
"Gather! Gather!"
"Beep ~ beep ~"
In the courtyard, a bugle soldier was blowing the order for an emergency assembly.
Inside the room.
A row of soldiers were sleeping soundly on the brick bed. When they heard the bugle call, they immediately shivered and quickly put on their clothes and rushed out.
"Quick, gather!"
"Hurry up!"
In the innermost corner, Zhou Yu opened his eyes in a daze and said,""It's just military training. What's the hurry?"
Then, he slowly got up.
However…
When Zhou Yu saw the dilapidated tile-roofed houses around him that looked very old, as well as the Kang bed that was unique to northwestern Shanxi, he immediately panicked.
"What…what's going on?"
"Aren't I sleeping in the dormitory?"
"This is…"
Zhou Yu looked at the soldier who was quickly getting dressed beside him. The words '8-way' were written on his clothes.
Eight routes?
Resistance?
Did I transmigrate?
Zhou Yu pinched his thigh with all his might. He couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Was this true?
How…did I transmigrate?
Zhou Yu clearly remembered that it was the freshmen's military training yesterday. He was especially tired, so he went back to his dormitory to sleep. Why did he come here as soon as he woke up?
Where was this place?
"Everyone, hurry up!"
"The Japanese are coming!"
A middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance shouted at him.
Japanese?
Hearing this, everyone was a little unsettled.
"Why are you so unlucky?"
"I just joined the army and encountered the Japanese.”
"What should we do?"
They had just joined the army and had never been on the battlefield, so they were more or less afraid.
However, there were also people who were excited.
"Haha…the Japanese are finally here.”
"We can finally go to the battlefield. Is the class monitor going to give us guns?”
At the thought of guns, a few people couldn't help but feel excited.
Seeing this, Zhou Yu finally understood the current situation.
They were all new recruits, and they didn't even have guns!
That middle-aged man should be our class monitor.
Now, the Japanese were about to launch a sneak attack.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu panicked. After all, he was just a university student.
You want me to fight the Japanese after just a few days of military training?
What was the difference between this and courting death?
The more he thought about it, the more panicked Zhou Yu became. After putting on his clothes, he quickly rushed out of the courtyard.
At this moment, many soldiers had already gathered outside the courtyard.
There were about eight of them. Including Zhou Yu, there were exactly nine of them, which was one class.
In the early days, the 8th Route Army was organized in a 3 - 3 system.
Nine people per squad, three squads per platoon, three platoons per company, three companies per battalion, and three battalions per regiment.
"Attention!" the middle-aged man shouted.
"At ease!"
"To make a long story short, the Japanese have surrounded the entire village. We have to cover the retreat of the civilians!”
"For this reason, the regiment commander has ordered us to carry out a counter-sweep plan.”
" As our company is made up of new recruits with no combat experience, our mission is to escort the civilians to retreat…"
The class monitor briefly explained the situation.
Following that, a soldier distributed weapons to everyone.
These weapons included kitchen knives, sickles, rakes, and carrying poles.
In the end, Zhou Yu was left with only a carrying pole!
"Class monitor, how can I fight the Japanese with a carrying pole?”Zhou Yu was somewhat unwilling.
Not even a military saber? A carrying pole?
Isn't this speeding up my death?
When Zhou Yu said this, everyone followed suit.
"Yeah, class monitor, if it really doesn't work, you can give us a Hanyang one!”
"If it's not made in Hanyang, Zhongzheng rifles, millet plus rifles will do!”
"How can we defeat the Japanese with a knife?”
" That's right, class monitor. Why don't you give me a 3.8 rifle? I promise to kill a few Japanese…"
It was not that they were afraid, but with these weapons, how could they defeat the Japanese?
After all, the Japanese's combat power was not to be underestimated.
"Go, go, go!”
"You still want the Type 38 rifle?"
As he spoke, the class monitor took out his gun and said,"I'm the one who's going to recite the Han Dynasty!"
"Where can I get you 3.8 rifles?”
"You want weapons?" The squad leader retorted,"Seize it yourself. If you want a gun, you have to be capable."”
"The soldiers of our Independent Regiment are not cowards.”
"Then why are you still a soldier? Go home and herd the cows.”
"This is the rule of the 8th Route Army. The things seized belong to whoever!”
"Back then, I spent a lot of effort to make this Hanyang…"
"Besides, your mission is to cover the civilians 'retreat. You don't need guns…"
"Class monitor…"
"Alright, let's cut the crap. Remember, these 'weapons' are borrowed from the common people. After you use them, you have to return them to your fellow countrymen!”
When Zhou Yu heard this, his heart went numb.
These weapons were borrowed?
These eight roads were too poor!
It was not easy.
Suddenly, Zhou Yu felt that it was not easy for the martyrs. He missed the happiness before he transmigrated!
The squad leader continued,"Second Battalion, First Company, First Platoon, listen up!”
"Yes, sir!"
With that order, Zhou Yu and the others carried their weapons and ran to the back village to cover the civilians.
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