The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Wang Yaxin pondered for a moment and said:

"Reorganize the troops, strengthen training, and prepare for new battles."

Zhao Shao nodded heavily:

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

After saying that, Zhao Shao turned around and strode away.

In the following days, Zhao Shao devoted himself to the work of training new recruits.

"Stand up straight!"

Zhao Shao shouted loudly while demonstrating the movements himself.

The recruits tried hard to follow his movements, sweat dripping down their faces.

"The movements must be standard and the speed must be fast!"

Zhao Shao walked back and forth, correcting the new recruits' posture.

During the training break, Zhao Shao sat aside and drank water in big gulps.

A new soldier came over and asked curiously:

"Brother Zhao, I heard that the battle before was extremely fierce. Is that true?"

Zhao Shao put down the kettle, his eyes becoming deep:

"It was cruel beyond your imagination, but we didn't back down."

The recruits gathered around and listened attentively.

"Platoon Leader Hu led us into battle time and again." Zhao Shao's voice was a little hoarse.

"He always rushes to the front and sets an example for us."

"What then?"

The recruits couldn't wait to ask.

Zhao Shao was silent for a while, then slowly said:

"later……

Platoon Leader Hu died, but his spirit will always inspire us."

The recruits' eyes were full of admiration and determination.

After a day of training, Zhao Shao dragged his tired body back to the tent.

As soon as I sat down, Wang Yaxin walked in.

"Zhao Shao, how was today's training?"

Wang Yaxin asked.

Zhao Shao stood up:

"Brother Wang, the new recruits are working hard, but they still need more training."

Wang Yaxin nodded:

"Take it slow. As long as you have the fighting spirit, you won't be afraid of not winning the battle."

Zhao Shao's eyes were firm:

"Well, I will definitely train them into excellent warriors!"

The news of the troop reorganization blew into Zhao Shao's heart like a spring breeze.

Thanks to his bravery and fearlessness in the Yongxin defense battle, he finally got his wish and became a platoon leader.

When he stood in front of the new recruits for the first time, he seemed to see his former self who was just starting out and ignorant.

The eyes of the new recruits were filled with curiosity and awe. They were full of anticipation and longing for the future battles, but also a little bit of fear and anxiety.

"Platoon Leader Zhao, why do you train us so seriously?"

A new recruit mustered up the courage to ask, stammering, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and confusion.

The image of Platoon Leader Hu flashed through Zhao Shao's mind like lightning. He took a deep breath and said slowly:

"More sweat in training, less blood in battle.

Only through rigorous and arduous training can you have a greater chance of survival on the battlefield, better shoulder the responsibility of defending our homeland, and protect our loved ones who are anxiously waiting for you in the rear."

He began to train the new recruits in a strict, almost harsh manner, just like Platoon Leader Hu.

He demonstrated every movement personally, with his focused expression and standard posture, as if he was carving rare treasures.

He required the recruits to meet the exacting standards, and any flaw would not escape his sharp, hawk-like eyes.

He knew that this was his unshirkable responsibility. He had to train these recruits into excellent warriors as strong as steel and as brave as cheetahs, so that they could stand on their own in future battles and become a solid bulwark to protect their homeland.

Li Xi, Xiao Si and Liu San became his most capable right-hand men.

They worked together to assist Zhao Shao in managing the new recruits, and passed on the valuable experience they had accumulated with their blood and lives in battle to the new recruits without reservation.

Although Liu San's arm was injured, he still endured the pain and insisted on training the recruits in shooting skills.

He patiently instructed the recruits on how to hold the gun correctly, his rough hands gently covering the recruits' tender hands, carefully adjusting their posture;

How to aim accurately, his eyes are focused and firm, as if he can see through the distant target;

How to control your breathing calmly, his voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a hammer hitting the hearts of the recruits.

His eyes were full of concentration and seriousness, which showed his earnest expectations for the new recruits and his deep remembrance of his deceased comrades.

Xiao Si was fully focused on training the new recruits in tactical coordination.

He carefully set up various simulation scenes on the training ground. The realistic environment and complex terrain made it look like a real battlefield.

He shouted commands loudly, allowing the recruits to learn how to work closely with each other in different combat environments.

He often said to the new recruits earnestly:

"On the battlefield, you are not isolated individuals; you form an indestructible whole. Only by coordinating with one another, like tightly meshed gears, can you achieve ultimate victory."

Li Xize is like a caring brother, taking meticulous care of the daily lives of the recruits.

He worked tirelessly to ensure that the recruits had enough food, sleep, and energy to carry out the arduous training.

When the recruits were discouraged due to difficulties and setbacks, he would gently pat their shoulders and give them warm encouragement and firm support.

With the unremitting efforts of Zhao Shao and his team, the recruits gradually grew up.

There was no longer fear and confusion in their eyes, but instead there was steel-like determination and a fiery desire for victory.

However, peaceful days are always as short-lived as a flash in the pan.

Wang Yaxin received a new order from his superiors - to participate in the Autumn Harvest Uprising.

This news was like a thunderclap, instantly making the entire army excited.

Zhao Shao knew in his heart that this would be a more difficult and brutal battle, but he had no fear or intention of retreating.

He stood proudly in front of the recruits, like a pine tree standing against the wind.

He suddenly drew the pistol from his waist, which gleamed with a cold light, raised it high, and shouted:

"Set off!

For the revolution!

For victory! "

The sound was like a roaring lion, echoing in the valley for a long time.

The troops advanced bravely towards their goal like a surging tide. Their footsteps were uniform, firm and powerful, and every step they took seemed to make the earth tremble slightly.

There was fearlessness and determination in their eyes, as if no difficulties or obstacles could stop them from moving forward.

In this land full of hope and challenges, they will use their blood and lives to compose a magnificent and inspiring revolutionary hymn and move forward courageously towards a bright future.

No matter what kind of storms, mountains of swords and seas of fire await them ahead, they will never retreat, because they are the loyal guardians of this land, the fearless pioneers of the revolution, and the steel backbone that will never surrender in the flames of war.

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