The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

In April 1927, during the Republic of China period, the scorching sun hung high in the sky, mercilessly spewing flames as if it was going to scorch the earth.

Zhao Shao and other new recruits under the guidance of Hu Ji, underwent the military training he brought from the Huangpu Military Academy.

On the training ground, dust was flying everywhere, and the dry ground was covered with layer upon layer of loose soil by the footsteps of the recruits.

The flying dust formed hazy yellow mist under the sunlight.

There was not a breath of wind, the air seemed frozen, and it was so hot and stuffy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

In the distance, a few sparse trees drooped their branches listlessly, and their leaves were curled up due to the sun.

The cicadas were chirping at the top of their lungs in the trees, their monotonous and sharp voices adding to the irritation.

The training equipment placed on the ground was extremely hot under the scorching sun, as if it could burn people's hands.

In the corner of the playground, there are some worn sandbags and wooden stakes piled up, covered with traces of time and marks of sweat.

Hu Ji had a serious expression and sharp eyes, and he shouted every action instruction in a sonorous and powerful voice.

He was dressed in a neat military uniform, with a belt tied tightly around his waist, highlighting his upright posture.

"stand at attention!"

He roared loudly, his voice as resounding as a bell...

At the other end of the playground, platoon leader Wu Qihang was training his new recruits.

Wu Qihang's training style is relatively gentle. He always patiently explains the key points of each movement, demonstrates it personally, and then lets the recruits practice it repeatedly.

"Everyone, pay attention. When you goose-step, your legs should be straight and your toes should be pressed down, like this."

As Wu Qihang spoke, he marched in standard steps.

"Come on, everyone, follow me, one, two, one...

Don't worry, the movements must be standardized. Let's take our time. As long as we practice seriously, we can master it."

The team led by the third platoon leader seemed a bit casual.

The third platoon leader himself is a carefree person. He is not so strict with the recruits. During the training breaks, he will joke with the recruits and tell them interesting stories on the battlefield.

"Hey guys, you know what?

Last time I was on the battlefield, the bullets were whizzing right next to my ears, but I couldn't be afraid, I had to move forward bravely!"

The third platoon leader spoke vividly,

“We are training now so that we can save our lives and kill more enemies when the time comes.

Come on, keep practicing, be more energetic!"

Compared with the relatively relaxed training methods of the first platoon leader Wu Qihang and the third platoon leader, Hu Ji was extremely strict. He strictly carried out every training content according to the standards of the military academy without any compromise.

Zhao Shao stood in the team with an upright posture and a determined look.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the dry ground, and disappeared in an instant.

Sweat soaked his clothes, and a large dark sweat stain appeared on his back.

But there was no trace of retreat or complaint in his eyes, only determination and persistence.

After a round of training, Zhao Shao was sweating profusely. Beads of sweat as big as beans kept sliding down his determined face and soaking his clothes.

He gasped for breath and thought to himself:

"Luckily, I already had a good foundation and I never slacked off on my daily exercise. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to make it."

Yu San, who was standing beside him, was as thin as a reed in the wind.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were full of fatigue and helplessness.

My legs kept shaking, as if I would collapse to the ground at any second.

Liu Wei is a different person. He is short but has a stubborn spirit.

His hair was soaked with sweat, and stuck to his forehead in clumps.

He was panting, his breathing as rapid as a bellows, with a hint of despair in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Hu Ji paced back and forth in the team, his eyes sharp as a torch, examining every new recruit.

"Stand up straight for me!

If you can't even endure this little hardship, how can you go to the battlefield? "

His voice was stern yet encouraging.

Zhao Shao took a deep breath and tried to adjust his breathing so that he could recover his strength as soon as possible.

He looked at his shaky companion beside him and whispered encouragement:

"Brothers, hold on!"

Hearing Zhao Shao's encouragement, Yu San raised his head with difficulty and forced a bitter smile: "Brother Zhao, I... I'm almost dying."

Zhao Shao glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense and hold on!"

At this time, Hu Ji walked in front of Liu Wei and stopped.

"You, get out of the queue!"

Hu Ji pointed at Liu Wei and said.

Liu Wei's heart tightened and he walked out of the team trembling.

"Look at you, you bear!

You still want to be a soldier?"

Hu Ji shouted loudly.

Liu Wei's head drooped even lower, tears welling up in his eyes.

Zhao Shao couldn't help but say, "Sir, he has tried very hard."

Hu Ji turned his head and stared at Zhao Shao:

"You think this is playing house?

The battlefield is ruthless. If you don't train rigorously, you're just going to die!"

Zhao Shao bit his lip and stopped talking.

As the training continued, the sun became increasingly scorching, as if it was going to melt everyone.

Suddenly, Yu San’s eyes went dark and he fell straight down.

Zhao Shao was quick to act and supported him.

"Quick, carry him to the shade!"

Hu Ji shouted.

Zhao Shao and several new recruits quickly carried Yu San to a tree.

Hu Ji came over and took a look at Yu San's condition:

"Give him some water and let him rest for a while."

Zhao Shao picked up the kettle and carefully fed Yu San some water.

Yu San slowly opened his eyes and said weakly, "I'm sorry, I..."

Zhao Shao interrupted him: "Stop talking and have a good rest."

During this arduous training, time passed by every minute and every second.

It was noon, when the sun was at its hottest.

Zhao Shao pretended to have a stomachache and cleverly avoided the sentry in front of him. He went outside, found a place, left a note and ran back.

A man quietly hid behind a bush not far from where Zhao Shao had left the note, watching everything Zhao Shao did. Only after seeing Zhao Shao leave did he go to retrieve the note...

Finally, the day's training ended, and the new recruits, exhausted, supported each other as they walked back to the camp.

Zhao Shao lay in the tent, his muscles aching all over, but his heart was full of hope.

He knew that only through such training could he become a true warrior.

At night, moonlight shines through the window onto the ground.

Zhao Shao tossed and turned, unable to sleep, remembering his original reason for joining the army—to join the Rabbit Gang, become one of them, and live a good life, rather than lose his integrity as a leader of the gang...

But he remembered that he had to continue to secretly transmit the undercover mission - whether there were any Rabbit Party members in the military camp. This made him uncertain whether there were other undercover agents lurking in the military camp. After all, one should not put all eggs in one basket!

If he sent the wrong message, he would face punishment. He didn't want to experience Su Hao's punishment, so he was troubled by this...

The next day, the sun still rose and the training continued.

Under Hu Ji's strict guidance, the recruits constantly challenged their limits and gradually grew into strong fighters.

As the days go by, the training results of the recruits gradually become apparent.

Zhao Shao's movements became more standard and powerful, Yu San was no longer so weak, and Liu Wei was full of fighting spirit...