Looking out the window at the gloomy sky, the earth was turned white by the heavy snow, and the Tanhu Mountain located on the sea was also dyed white by snow.

The Whampoa Sports School moved from Pudong to the island two weeks ago, but the school welcomed a new batch of students, the second batch of students was more numerous than the first batch, and came from as many as 16 provinces, half of whom were students who went to study in Pudong and returned to China.

Nearly 300 students sat in the newly built wooden classroom with a capacity of 300 people in the Tan Xu Mountain, and most of the cadets, who had gone through two hours of rigorous military training as soon as they got up in the morning, sat lazily, or read books, or occasionally chatted with each other.

For them, this kind of big class has always been dispensable, rigorous training, so that their energy is difficult to concentrate, except for the "sports" professional courses they are interested in, they do not have much interest in this kind of cultural class, not to mention that they are talented, even there are dozens of people, unless the situation is extracurricular at that time, the so-called cultural class can not arouse their interest at all.

But when a person with a hedgehog-like hairstyle walked in, these students, who originally seemed to be lazy and had no energy, suddenly stood up with a bang.

"Hello Headmaster!"

Looking at these students who were standing up to greet him, Chen Moran just smiled.

"Sit!"

There was no sound, and the 287 students sat on their chairs like bells.

As the principal of this school, Chen Moran would come to them from time to time every week on average to give them a class, which was nothing more than a nationalist course, and these students were far more radical than he imagined, as early as less than two weeks after entering the school, almost all of them cut off their braids.

Holding the chalk in his hand, Chen Moran turned around and wrote a few words on the blackboard behind him.

"National Force!"

The words on the blackboard only proved that Zheng Chengying and the others were stunned, sweating in their palms, although they had been speculating in their hearts about this school for the past few months, but they had never been confirmed from those teachers, this school only had 24 German teachers, and only a few Chinese teachers, including the principal and the director of the professorial department, Xiao.

Although whenever they didn't do their best in their studies or there was a fight between their classmates, Director Xiao would always reprimand them for being so inward-looking, and he said how to be the vanguard of the nation, but they could only vaguely guess their mission.

"Can anyone tell me what that is!"

Chen Moran, who turned around, did not explain the four characters on the blackboard, but pointed to a flag planted on the side of the black border.

"Blood Flag!"

At the same time, the students replied that this was the school flag of Whampoa Sports School, just a dark red flag, but it was called the Blood Flag.

"What is a Blood Flag?"

"The Han Dynasty worshiped fire, and its banner was red! Ming Dynasty Chonghuo! It's red! Ming Dynasty died, the land of China was plundered, and the rivers and mountains of China were stained with blood! The blood and tears of the nation stain the blood flag of the nation! ”

The students answered the principal's questions aloud, and when they answered aloud, all of them showed a sad and indignant look on their faces, and the vast majority of these students had the intention of overthrowing the Manchu Qing Dynasty and returning to the Han family, and in this school, the misery of the nation they learned and taught aggravated their thoughts.

Whenever I see this blood flag raised, all I think about is the rivers and mountains that are red with the blood of millions of compatriots.

The meaning of this blood flag is to instill it in Chen Moran's mouth once, twice, dozens of times in the large classroom of this school, and the reason why he chose this crimson blood flag is only because he likes the dazzling red eye.

After the students answered the meaning of the blood flag, Chen Moran looked at these students with a serious expression, holding the podium with both hands.

"As your headmaster, I know that there has always been a question in your mind, why are you here!"

Raise your head lightly and look directly at the student sitting in front of you.

"Is it for the revolution?"

"It's not!"

The voice of the answer was loud and neat, if this school, to be precise, Chen Moran had the greatest influence on them, I am afraid that it dispelled the hazy "revolutionary" thoughts in their hearts.

"What's that for!"

"Realize the freedom and liberation of the nation!"

"What is the force of the nation!"

The audience was dumbfounded, and the answers that rose in their hearts were various, but there was no unified answer.

"The force of the nation is a barrier to the survival of this nation! It's a pity ......"

Chen Moran shook his head.

"Since the death of the Ming Dynasty, there is no national force in my land of China, and some are just the iron hooves and minions of foreign races!"

His eyes narrowed, and he stared at the students in front of him.

"Now, you are the soul of the national armed forces that have once again appeared on this land two hundred and fifty-eight years after the disappearance of the Chinese nation's armed forces!"

Surprise, joy and all kinds of complicated emotions surged in the hearts of Zheng Chengying and the others, this is the first time they have received an answer, and no one questions the truth of this answer, because it came from the mouth of the principal, and they are convinced of the principal's words.

Facing the excitement and suppressed ecstasy of the students, Chen Moran, who was standing on the podium, restrained his serious expression, and looked at the young people in front of him, his expression seemed to show some sadness.

"The fact that you have been able to come here is enough to prove that the best members of your nation, the enslavement of the alien race has never engraved the slave surname in your bones, our future road is extremely difficult, this land has been ravaged by the iron hooves of the alien race for two hundred and fifty-eight years, two hundred and fifty-eight years of enslavement have made our compatriots sink and numb, only blood can awaken them, and who will squander these blood!"

"We!"

The 287 students stood up at the same time, their expressions devoid of sadness and indignation, and some of them were just a kind of pride. When he shouted these words, Zheng Chengying only had one impulse, that is, to shed his blood now, as long as he could win the recovery of the nation and win the Han family's clothes to return to this land.

"As your principal, I am very happy to hear your answer, and in the same way, as your principal, I also need to remind you that on this road of national liberation that we are walking hand in hand, there will be many students standing here today who will not be able to see the day when the nation will be restored and clothes will return, and on the road ahead, there will be sacrifices and betrayals, and ...... now."

Finally looking at the proud and excited students in the audience, Chen Moran sighed in his heart.

"You still have a chance to quit!"

Humiliate! Almost as these words came out of the mouths of the principal, an unprecedented sense of humiliation rose from the hearts of Jung Seungying 、、、、 and others, who even glared angrily at the former respected principal, who they did not want to believe that this was the choice left to them by the principal.

"The flag of the nation, the blood-stained flag, wrapped the corpses of the warriors. The corpse was still cold, and the blood stained the flag red, and the blood-stained blood flag was raised to the sky. ”

In this atmosphere of shame and indignation, a singing voice suddenly sounded, and the singing voice seemed tragic, and the tragic singing voice poured out from Zheng Chengying's slightly hoarse voice, "...... We make a solemn oath that the cowards who are afraid of death will go, and we will protect the flag of this nation to the death. In the bloody battle with the enemy, who threw down the bloody flag, who was tempted by money and official position, they who were filthy and despicable, the blood-stained blood flag was raised to the sky, and a solemn oath was made, and the cowards who were afraid of death should go ......"

Eventually, the song came together in the classroom, and the tragic singing echoed in the classroom, and everyone's faces were gone, and the previous excitement was gone, and there was only the kind of decision that came from the heart.

“…… We will defend the flag of this nation to the death. The blood-stained battle flag is raised to the sky, and we swear the way forward, come! Prison, guillotine, this is our farewell song, blood-stained blood flags raised to the sky, a solemn oath. Cowards who are afraid of death should go, we swear to protect the flag of this nation to the death......" Listening to their singing, Chen Moran looked solemn, looking at this group of young people who did not hesitate to die for their ideals, a strange feeling rose in his heart, he clearly knew that he would never be able to achieve such idealism as them, history is driven by these young people who close their eyes and see the future of China, and he?

Just a ...... I only felt that my eyes were hot, my chin was raised slightly, and Chen Moran just put back the tears that seemed to be pouring out. But his somewhat strange behavior still fell into the eyes of those young people who sang the school song.

Is the principal in tears?

Looking at the principal's strong tearful appearance, Zheng Chengying's heart trembled, why did the principal cry, is it for this nation and this country?

No! His tears are for us today!

Chen Moran didn't know what kind of impact his tears of shame had on the students who were clenched with their fists, and for some reason his heart was sour, looking at his students.

"I hope you live up to the expectations in the song! Live up to the trust of the nation! ”

"Please rest assured, we will not live up to the principal's expectations! Never live up to the trust of the nation! ”

"Hold on, you! Do you want to live a life, and you still want to be a dog minion? ”

"Give it to me, you sons of a bitch! Do you want to live a life as a slave until you die? ”

"It's not!"

At the beginning of the morning, the morning glow has just dyed the sea and sky of the first line of the sky and the sea, Shengshan Island, no, it should be called "Hell Island" now. There was a howling of wolves.

The instructor with the two-foot-long raw cowhide whip roared, looking at the soldiers who were crawling forward on the beach, different from the usual tactical training, they were dragging a heavy ammunition box on their right arm, the 48 kg ammunition box and the wet cold produced a huge friction, the super intensity of physical training had reached the limit of their physical fitness, but the instructor standing next to him was holding a leather whip in his hand, if he could not hand over the ammunition box to the next group at a satisfactory time, the leather whip would be drawn without leaving a surname.

"You're a bunch of soft-boned dog minions!"

With a scream, the roar of the instructor resounded on the beach.

Listening to the scream, Wu Xinglan's heart trembled, his hands and feet were used at the same time, and he could still see the bruised palm prints on his cheeks, which was after the training the day before yesterday, because a brother in the class was not serious about training, all of them were slapped, his face was swollen like steamed buns, and it hurt hotly for several days. In order to train the three thousand recruits who don't know here, I don't know how many mouths I suffered.

The instructors with the non-commissioned officer symbol began to beat people from the very beginning of their training, and then they went on like a frenzy and continued to fight endlessly, and the first training they received here was swimming. Tying everyone up with ropes, he suddenly pushed him from the boat into the icy sea, choked on him and couldn't breathe, before he pulled it up to relieve his breath, and then he was pushed into the water again. The uniforms froze into ice, but they were still not satisfied, and there were still people who were beaten.

In the first few days, because of training, Wu Xinglan was beaten insincerely, like everyone else. From the bottom of his heart, he hated mongrels who would always only fight each other with fists. After training every day, I always shouted in my heart over and over again: "Wait and see!" Waiting for the battlefield ......"

Even among them, there are whispers.

"When you come to the battlefield, give him a shot from behind."

"Lao Tzu tells you, either grit your teeth and hold on, or say that the fuck is like a girl and hangs yourself!"

The hunched instructor continued to roar in their ears with a hoarse voice.

"You sons of bitches, I know you want to shoot Lao Tzu in the back, that's how Lao Tzu came by......"

Obviously, this instructor also knows their thoughts, but all the people who are scolded and beaten can do is train and train hard here, and dare not slack off.

The training of the basic caste is slowly honed on all of them.

"This place is a steel-making furnace to make you bastards into steel!"

"When you go to the battlefield in the future, you will know thank you!"

The instructor shouted something, Wu Xinglan just buried his head in training, he didn't dare to have a trace of relaxation, he didn't want to be whipped, he didn't want to be whipped, and he didn't want to be beaten by someone with his buttocks.

But the last thing I want is that those who are scolded by these rough bars can't hold their heads up and behave, and their scolding words can sometimes hurt people more than their fists.

During the training, these guys in single clothes suddenly went from the biting cold to the sweaty heat, and the sweat soaked the single clothes on their bodies one at a time, but even so, the instructors were still not satisfied, and still roared and whipped them off or kicked 36 leather boots with copper nails at them.

Two shirtless recruits were fighting over the barbed wire, and the instructors outside the barbed wire were rudely yelling that forcing people into beasts was the only job here, and it was what the "veterans" who had been treated the same were good at.

"Don't be like a bitch, he's the dog bastard who killed your dad and fucked your mother, kill him!"

With the shouting outside the barbed wire, Ma Youcai's eyes turned red, and his deformed face that was beaten was hideous, which made him completely regard the teammate in front of him as a filial official who hated him more than killing his father's enemy. He lunged at the man, trying to grab him and throw him to the ground. But he kicked him with all his might.

Ma Youcai couldn't catch him at all. The man quickly spun to face him and kicked him in the stomach at the same time. Then he flew out, his body striking the barbed wire, and the sharp pain of the iron piercing his body only made him wake up violently, and the man had rushed in front of him.

"Ahh

Shouting and pounced on this person, his fist was lifeless, he swung his fist left and right like crazy, and finally he was stuck in the neck by the brother who was a head taller than him and had a stronger body, and the man just exerted his strength, and fainted in front of him.

The instructor, who had been shouting, walked into the wire, walked over to them, bent down to check his breathing, and then shouted.

"Someone!" With him, he walked out again.

"Bring a bucket and wake them up. Next group! ”

After waking up, Ma Youcai returned to the queue wet, the sting pain in his back reminded him of his defeat, and the fist-to-flesh and bloody fight in the barbed wire began again.

The day's training was finally over, not over, at least they could rest for a while while they ate. The recruits, who dragged their tired bodies and walked with tired legs that even began to tremble, after a little rinsing, went to the cafeteria, which was a few large wooden houses, and if there was anything good here, I am afraid that it was that there were three good meals here, except for the morning, and the meat could be seen at every meal.

And even if you want to gobble it up and stuff something into your mouth with both hands, no one cares how much you eat or how little you eat.

The meal was hot, the portion was quite sufficient, and now Wu Xinglan only felt that his meal was much larger, and he ate more than he had eaten in the past day, and as soon as he started eating, Ma Youcai and Jin Hu, whose faces were deformed, walked in one after another, and Ma Youcai's whole person fell on an empty bench next to Wu Xinglan like a prostration.

Wu Xinglan, who was gobbling up a large piece of fatty meat, looked up at him, he looked exhausted, his face was pale, and he was short of breath.

"Hey, how's it going?"

He shook his head.

"You'd better eat something, don't eat, and in two hours, you'll have to run around the island."

"I can't eat it. Those bitches are bastards who deserve a thousand cuts. ”

Ma Youcai cursed those people in a low voice, he didn't need to ask to know who it was, it was the non-commissioned officer who trained him.

"When you put up a sentry tonight, either Lao Tzu will put the muzzle of the gun in his mouth, or he will put it in their mouth."

Listening to him scolding there, Wu Xinglan scooped some rice and tea from his bowl and poured him a cup of tea, these are just angry words, many people say this, but no one will do it, those instructors even have one eye open in their dreams.

Although he hated it, he still had to eat the food, and Ma Youcai would not get along with his stomach.

After two and a half hours, after two hours of literacy lessons, one last bedtime physical training is done as usual, and as soon as this is over, anyone can fall asleep upside down. Here they even need to learn to sleep at any time and on any occasion, sitting and standing, and sleeping on the march.

Give the soldier a bunker and allow him to sleep in it, and he will be as happy as a worm arching into an apple—he will fall asleep, and when Wu Xinglan falls asleep in the bed, Ma Youcai, who is holding a sentry in the bunker, is staring at the sea, and when his right hand is loaded with a rifle, he only pushes it halfway but pushes it down.

"Do you want to kill someone? Can't get started? ”

Just after hesitating, the voice behind him almost didn't make Ma Youcai fall into the pit in fright, but when he turned around, he saw an instructor standing behind him who didn't know when.

"Don't think that we want to you like this, if we don't you like this, you will definitely not survive in the future, you will know later!"

After the instructor said this, he turned around and left, but finally dropped a sentence.

"When you're ready to kill, you'll know what's right for you! Keep your guard, if I don't find out the next time I get closer, the whole class will be punished! Ten lashes each! ”

On the beach, in the sand pit, only Ma Youcai was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses, but he put the gun on his shoulder, and he dared to talk nonsense.

(To be continued)