The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

As the longing for his family and hometown grew like weeds, Zhao Shao's desire to leave this hellhole became stronger and stronger.

However, reality was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on him, making his every struggle seem so powerless, and every resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

On the morning of the third day, the sun still shone generously on the earth, but the warm light could not penetrate the haze in Zhao Shao's heart.

He climbed out of the hard bed early. There was no confusion in his eyes from just waking up, only clarity and helplessness about his unknown fate.

While I am grateful that I have survived another day, I am more confused and afraid about the future.

He dragged his heavy feet towards the training site like a soulless puppet.

Every step seems to carry a thousand pounds of weight, which is a surrender to fate, but there is a trace of unwillingness hidden in the deepest part of the heart, as if it has been forced to adapt to this rhythm of life full of oppression and unknown.

Although the fantasy of escaping while the sentry was lax would flash through his mind from time to time, he couldn't help but shudder when he thought that the cold Li Tie, with whom he had had a brief exchange, had now turned into a cold corpse.

He knew it very well - don't even think about it. If he failed to escape, he would be the next one lying on the ground as a corpse that no one cared about.

If I hadn't been lucky enough to get away with it during the last escape, I would have been shot dead.

The daily training that couldn't be more familiar began, and Zhao Shao repeated the movements numbly.

Sweat rolled down his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes, but his eyes were still empty, as if this body no longer belonged to him.

Not long into the workout, Wang Shi, who had gotten up early, heard from somewhere that it was time for breakfast. Seeing Zhao Shao sweating profusely, he trotted over and excitedly shouted,

"Zhao boy, you are really lucky today!

Everyone who gets up this morning can have breakfast!"

Hearing this, Zhao Shao's originally dull eyes instantly lit up with a light that was a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

He knew only too well how precious food was in this world of scarcity, and now he could actually have breakfast, which was like a godsend.

He stopped what he was doing, walked quickly to Wang Shi, a bright smile on his face, and said excitedly:

"Thank you, Captain Wang. I will work harder in the future!" The tone was full of gratitude to Wang Shi and a hint of expectation for the future.

Wang Shi was also very happy. He reached out and patted Zhao Shao's shoulder vigorously, saying jokingly:

"What are you talking about, captain or not!

Don't be so formal, we're brothers from now on.

Let’s go and have dinner!”

After saying that, he strode towards the cafeteria. Zhao Shao followed closely behind him, and their figures were stretched out in the morning light.

As soon as they entered the cafeteria, they enjoyed a hearty breakfast.

Although it was not considered delicacies from land and sea, for Zhao Shao, who had been hungry for a long time, every bite of the steaming porridge and soft steamed buns felt like tasting the most delicious food in the world.

After dinner, Wang Shi took Zhao Shao to collect equipment.

Along the way, Wang Shi said to Zhao Shao with a serious expression:

"Zhao boy, since you are so popular, I will tell you a secret to save your life.

On this battlefield, nothing can protect your life better than the weapon in your hand."

As he spoke, he pointed to the spear on his back, his eyes full of determination and trust.

Zhao Shao listened very carefully, staring at Wang Shi without blinking, as if he wanted to engrave every word he said in his heart.

He knew that this was Wang Shi's sincere concern and guidance for him, so he nodded repeatedly and said solemnly:

"Brother Wang, I will cherish my weapons as much as I cherish my life!"

He knew in his heart that only in this way could he have a glimmer of hope of survival in this cruel battlefield.

When he arrived at the munitions department, Wang Shi carefully took out a note from his pocket and handed it to the quartermaster.

The quartermaster took the note, squinted his eyes and read it carefully again and again, then waved his hand impatiently at the soldier on guard and said:

"Go, go, go, take them over there to get their equipment."

The tone was cold and hurried, as if saying any more words to them would be a waste of time.

Then, the quartermaster stamped the note, stuffed it back into Wang Shi's hand, and ignored them, lowering his head to continue working on his own business.

Zhao Shao followed Wang Shi into a tent, but the scene before him filled him with confusion.

I originally thought that the tight defense of the soldiers outside was enough to make me feel at ease. I was looking forward to seeing the weapons I had been longing for as soon as I entered the tent. But who would have thought that there was only an officer sitting on a bench and working hard inside.

The officer took the note from Wang Shi, glanced at the stamp on it, and shouted impatiently:

"Hurry up and take it and leave!"

Then he shouted:

"Next!"

The voice was full of irritation and disgust, as if Zhao Shao and the others' arrival had caused him great trouble.

Zhao Shao looked around, his doubts instantly turning into anxiety, and he kept muttering to himself:

"Shouldn't this be the place where ammunition is stored?

Why is there nothing here? "

He tried hard to recall every detail before he came in, trying to find some clues to explain the inexplicable situation before him.

At this moment, the soldier opposite the tent pulled aside a curtain and urged:

"Go this way!"

Zhao Shao was stunned for a moment and stood there at a loss, until Wang Shi pulled him up, he woke up as if from his dream and quickly followed Wang Shi.

His heart beat rapidly, he was nervous and curious, not knowing what was waiting for them behind the curtain.

It wasn't until he followed the soldiers into another military tent that the scene inside made Zhao Shao's eyes widen instantly.

He saw old-fashioned rifles exactly the same as the ones Wang Shi was carrying neatly placed in a large box, and the number of them was astonishing.

In addition, there were some machine guns that he had never seen before. They had strange shapes and he couldn't even name them.

But what caught his eye most was the majestic 75mm mountain cannon, huge and majestic, like the ruler of the entire military tent.

After Wang Shi handed the note to the soldiers in front of the tent, they quickly started the moving work.

The soldiers moved skillfully and carefully to move the guns and ammunition from the racks and placed them steadily on the carriage that had been prepared nearby.

Zhao Shao stood aside, staring at the weapons, his heart full of curiosity and anticipation.

He kept wondering what kind of weapon he would get.

Unlike when they came, this time they did not take the original route, but chose another winding path.

There were more and more tents on both sides of the road, making Zhao Shao completely unable to tell the directions.

He tried hard to recall the way he came, but the further he went, the more confused he became.

I originally thought that the defense of the circle of soldiers outside was tight enough, but who would have thought that the roads inside the tent were even more complicated, like a huge maze.

Every corner seems to hide unknown dangers, which makes people feel uneasy.

Zhao Shao couldn't help but complain in his heart that the arms route arranged by the logistics chief was really confusing.

Then, they finally returned to the training ground.

The new recruits who were originally sleeping soundly in the tents now came to the assembly point one after another, eagerly waiting for Wang Shi's instructions.

After unloading the weapons and equipment from the carriage, Wang Shi gave the soldiers who were transporting them two silver coins, and they drove away happily.

When it came to firing the gun, Zhao Shao unsurprisingly chose the same old sleeve as Wang Shi.

Wang Shi looked at the group of new recruits in front of him and announced loudly:

"Next up is the shooting practice. I still say the same thing: those who are willing to train can stay, and those who are not willing can get out of here!"

After saying that, he began to explain in detail how to use firearms and the precautions.

The training then began intensively.

Even with Wang Shi's patient guidance and everyone having five bullets for training, only a few people could hit the target in the end, and only a few lucky ones did it.

Among them, the most eye-catching one is Zhao Shao.

He used to make a living by hunting, and he only used three bullets to hit one.

This outstanding performance surprised the other recruits so much that they couldn't close their mouths, and they all looked at him with admiration.

However, Zhao Shao himself was not satisfied with the result. He frowned tightly, stared at the target in the distance, and kept muttering in his heart:

"I can do better."

He knows that he still has a lot of room for improvement.

So he walked aside silently and continued to practice his shooting skills, thinking only about performing better in future battles.

After lunch, the sun was still scorching and the breeze was blowing gently.

Just then, a soldier with a panic-stricken look on his face rode up from outside the camp.

His breathing was rapid and his steps were unsteady, as if something terrible was chasing him.

As soon as he rushed into the training ground, he couldn't wait to find the highest-ranking officer here and talked to him in a low voice.

The highest commander's face suddenly turned gloomy, and his eyes revealed deep worry, as if something extremely serious had happened.

Then, the highest commander walked quickly to the center of the field and shouted with all his might:

"All members, assemble immediately!"

The sound was as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the entire training ground.

This order was like a thunderclap, instantly breaking the tranquility of the afternoon.

Upon hearing the order, soldiers rushed over from all corners and quickly gathered in the central venue.

Their footsteps were disorganized and seemed very panicked.

However, their movements were disorganized, chaotic, and completely disorganized.

Some people accidentally bumped into each other while running, while others were still busy organizing their equipment.

The highest commander frowned and looked at the chaotic team in front of him with dissatisfaction.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said loudly:

"I know you may not be used to this kind of emergency, but now is not the time to let your guard down!"

His voice was stern and urgent, trying to impress upon the new recruits the seriousness of the situation.

Then, the Supreme Commander opened a letter in his hand and read aloud:

“Due to sabotage by hostile forces, our frontline suffered heavy losses.

Therefore, I now order this unit to immediately march towards Yangjiagou to support the battle ahead. - Marshal Qi."

This news was like a bombshell, and the soldiers present were instantly shocked and worried.

Their faces turned pale, and their eyes were filled with fear of the unknown and anxiety about the upcoming battle.

They knew that the situation had become extremely serious and they knew that they had to make a decision.

In this life-and-death moment, everyone must go all out and fight for their own survival and victory.

Afterwards, team leaders like Wang Shi began to organize their soldiers to pack up their tents and prepare to set off.

They were busy running around, moving quickly and orderly, carefully organizing their equipment and carefully checking whether their weapons were in good condition.

Before long, everything was ready and the team began to move forward slowly.

Their footsteps were heavy and firm, raising a cloud of dust.

As time went by, the team gradually moved away from the training ground and embarked on a journey to Yangjiagou, which was full of unknowns and dangers.

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