The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

The next day, under a blazing sun, Lei Tao was immersed in teaching the guerrillas the techniques of shooting, tactical formations, and maneuvering in the open field.

"Everyone, pay attention. When charging with the Scorpion, you must keep a stable posture. Your eyes, crosshairs, and target must be in the same straight line!" Lei Tao shouted loudly, and personally demonstrated the standard shooting action, with every step being precise and in place.

The team members practiced with full concentration according to Lei Tao's instructions. Some were a little nervous at first, their hands trembling slightly while holding the guns, but they still tried their best to adjust. Others were quite talented and quickly grasped the key points, becoming more and more skilled.

During the tactical formation training, the team members worked closely together. "Team one, outflanking from the left, team two, providing fire support!" Lei Tao's instructions were clear, loud, decisive, and resolute.

Lei Tao also decided to teach the guerrillas some common Japanese words at night. When he announced this arrangement, the guerrillas complained.

"Why learn Japanese? We're fighting the devils, not chatting with them!"

"Isn't this a waste of time? Wouldn't it be better to practice your marksmanship more?"

"Japanese is too difficult to learn. Can we learn it?"

Lei Tao patiently explained: "We often fight with the Japanese army, and sometimes we need to infiltrate their positions to sabotage them, or infiltrate the Japanese army's rear. Knowing a few words of Japanese can play a big role at critical moments and help complete the mission."

After hearing this, the team members were reluctant, but they understood Lei Tao's good intentions, so they stopped talking and started to learn seriously.

When he started teaching everyone pronunciation, the team members made a lot of jokes.

"Hello", Lei Tao demonstrated seriously.

One team member read along: "Kongnichiwa", the pronunciation was stiff and weird, which made everyone laugh.

Another team member read "ありがとう (thank you)" as "Arigatoyo", and the exaggerated tone made everyone laugh.

There was also a team member who couldn't pronounce "さようなら (goodbye)" correctly and was so anxious that his face turned red.

Lei Tao patiently corrected everyone's pronunciation. Although the team members made a fool of themselves, their enthusiasm for learning did not diminish at all, and they continued to practice seriously.

After training for a while, Lei Tao asked the deputy captain to continue leading the training. He then walked over to the captain and asked, "Are there any players in the team who are hunters? Our team lacks accurate marksmen, which has a great impact on our combat effectiveness."

The guerrilla leader thought for a moment and replied, "There's a man named Li Dashan, a former hunter with a good shot. But he was injured in a previous battle and has been recuperating. I don't know how he's doing."

When Lei Tao heard this, his eyes flashed and he said anxiously: "Then call him over and ask about his condition. If his body has almost recovered, we must train him well and train him to be a sharpshooter."

The captain nodded and arranged for the team members to call Li Dashan.

Soon, a sturdy but slightly pale man followed the team. His steps were a little unsteady, but his eyes were firm.

Lei Tao stepped forward and asked with concern: "Brother Dashan, how is your recovery?"

Li Dashan straightened his chest and answered firmly: "Brother Lei, I'm much better now. I can do it! As long as I can fight the Japanese, I can endure any hardship."

Lei Tao patted his shoulder and encouraged him: "Good! Our team needs people like you. We must train hard from now on."

Li Dashan nodded vigorously and said, "Brother Lei, don't worry. I will never let you down."

Lei Tao then developed a detailed training plan for Li Dashan, including basic physical training and instruction in precision shooting techniques. Every morning, Li Dashan rose early for long-distance running, push-ups, and other physical exercises, sweat pouring down his face. During shooting drills, Lei Tao personally taught him how to regulate his breathing and control the force of his trigger. Li Dashan persevered, his clothes drenched in sweat, his eyes fixed firmly on the subject.

In the following days, Li Dashan's health gradually recovered and his marksmanship improved.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Lei Tao's training schedule included not only the usual physical fitness, shooting skills, and tactical training, but also weapon-handling memory training. He knew that even the slightest movement on the battlefield could mean the difference between life and death, and that weapon-handling stability and muscle memory were crucial. So, every morning, he required his team members to hold their guns horizontally, gradually increasing the duration from a few minutes to more than ten minutes or even longer. Despite the arduous training, their arms ached, their clothes soaked with sweat, but they persevered.

Lei Tao knew very well the importance of bombs in combat, so he carefully selected three guerrillas with relatively high cultural level and prepared to teach them the skills of making bombs.

In a quiet corner, Lei Tao laid out a variety of simple supplies, including common gunpowder, nails, glass bottles, etc. With a serious expression, he began to explain earnestly: "Brothers, don't underestimate these ordinary things. If combined properly, they can become a powerful bomb."

The three team members surrounded Lei Tao tightly, staring at the supplies without blinking, their expressions focused and full of anticipation.

Lei Tao picked up a small bag of gunpowder and said, "This gunpowder is the key, but the amount must be controlled. Too much will cause premature explosion, and too little will make the weapon less powerful."

Then he picked up a few nails and said, "Put these nails in the bomb, and it will become a deadly hidden weapon when it explodes."

Then he picked up a glass bottle and said, "This glass bottle is our container. It must be sealed tightly."

The team members nodded as they listened, and one of them couldn't help but ask, "Brother Lei Tao, what are the specific proportions and production steps?"

Lei Tao smiled and continued to explain patiently: "First, we take this amount of gunpowder..."

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating their focused figures. Lei Tao taught the team members step by step, repeatedly emphasizing each step to ensure they memorized it.

Under Lei Tao's careful teaching, the three team members gradually mastered the essentials of making bombs. Their eyes were full of confidence and determination, and they were ready to use these homemade bombs to deal a fatal blow to the enemy in battle.

A month later, the sun was still strong, and the atmosphere on the training ground was tense and exciting. Lei Tao called Li Dashan over, holding a British 77 sniper rifle captured from a Japanese sniper, and said solemnly, "Dashan, your hard work and progress are obvious to all. This sniper rifle is in your hands. Don't let us down."

Li Dashan's eyes lit up as he solemnly took the sniper rifle with both hands, saying firmly, "Brother Lei, I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

From then on, Li Dashan became obsessed with the sniper rifle, practicing diligently day and night. He would often lie in the bushes for hours, simply practicing a steady grip. He would repeatedly fire at targets at varying distances, constantly adjusting his aim. He was oblivious to the sweat soaking his clothes and the mosquito bites.

Under Lei Tao's leadership, the other guerrillas trained harder and their tactical coordination became more tacit. They knew the upcoming battle would be difficult, so they firmly believed in Lei Tao's words: it would rather be injured and bleed in training than be injured and die on the battlefield...