You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

"The Japanese devils?" Lin Feng's tone instantly turned serious.

"The Japanese Army's Infantry Drill Manual stipulates that new recruits must use no less than 150 rounds of rifle ammunition and no less than 300 rounds of machine gun ammunition per month for live-fire shooting."

Over the course of a year, a new recruit's training consumes approximately 1800 rounds of ammunition.

Upon hearing the number 1800, Chen Caiying's mouth dropped open.

"During the assessment, they required new recruits to shoot 10 shots at a human-shaped target from a distance of 200 meters. They had to hit 8 or more to pass, and 9 or more to be considered excellent."

"That's not all."

In the later stages of training, the Japanese even emphasized accurate shooting at a distance of 300 meters and required that the bullet impact points be close together, with the dispersion area of ​​5 bullets not exceeding 20 centimeters.

They don't care about the sheer number of rings; they care about the efficiency of killing precisely on the battlefield.

After listening to Lin Feng's explanation, Chen Caiying broke out in a cold sweat.

He finally understood why large domestic units of tens of thousands of men were often chased and attacked by Japanese regiments of only a few thousand men.

The difference in individual soldier quality is simply worlds apart.

"Therefore, we must feed them with bullets."

Lin Feng led Chen Caiying to another bustling shooting range.

This place is full of recruits who failed the previous assessments.

"Each unit takes turns conducting live-fire training."

Each person must fire twenty rounds of live ammunition per day, and that's it.

Lin Feng pointed to the brand-new Hanyang Type 88 and Type 24 rifles in the soldiers' hands:

"Mr. Chen, look."

My goal for them was to be reassessed in three weeks.

At a distance of 200 meters, fire 10 shots at a human-shaped target. Hitting 6 or more targets is considered passing, and hitting 8 or more targets is considered excellent.

Looking at the soldiers whose shoulders were bruised from the recoil of their rifle butts, yet who still gritted their teeth and stared intently at the sights, Chen Caiying thought to himself that the gold and silver he had brought must have been spent wisely, and sighed sincerely:

"General Lin, if you can really train to this level in three weeks, that would be extremely strong."

These are elite troops, built with real money.

"This is hardly elite; it's just the basics."

Lin Feng waved his hand, turned around and walked to the other side of the training ground:

"Come on, let me show you how truly qualified and promising talents are trained."

When Chen Caiying arrived at the advanced training area, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The soldiers here are not comfortably lying on the ground shooting at stationary targets.

Some soldiers carried sandbags weighing dozens of kilograms and ran two kilometers around the drill ground before being kicked to the ground by an instructor.

"Enemy attack! Three o'clock!" the instructor roared.

In a state of extreme fatigue, with heavy breathing and trembling hands, the soldier suddenly pulled back the bolt and fired a shot at a moving target that had suddenly sprung up a hundred meters away.

"Bang!"

The target fell down immediately.

"Too slow, your bolt-action movements are like an old lady's."

"You've died ten thousand times on the battlefield. Run again!" the instructor roared mercilessly.

Lin Feng explained calmly from the side:

"Mr. Chen, no Japanese soldier will stand still and let you shoot them on the battlefield."

They can run, find cover, and fight back.

Therefore, I require my soldiers to learn to maintain absolute precision even while on the move or in a state of extreme fatigue.

At night, I would have them do night shooting training, lighting an incense stick a hundred meters away and shooting at the tip of the burning incense.

"This group of elite soldiers are the future sharpshooters of my 33rd Army Corps."

After they pass the assessment, I will equip each of them with a rifle equipped with a high-powered optical sight.

A chilling killing intent flashed in Lin Feng's eyes:

"I will distribute them like pepper to the various grassroots squads and platoons."

Once on the battlefield, they didn't have to worry about anything else; their sole responsibility was to keep an eye on the Japanese officers, machine gunners, and grenade launcher operators, and snipe them one by one.

Chen Caiying felt a chill run down her spine.

He had only ever seen Nationalist officers waving their pistols, blowing whistles and shouting "Brothers, charge!" before being mowed down in droves by Japanese machine guns.

And Lin Feng here, is he a sharpshooter who specializes in hunting down military officers?

This tactic is too ruthless and too ahead of its time.

Next, Lin Feng led Chen Caiying on a quick tour of the other venues.

In a training ground filled with mud, deep pits, and barbed wire.

"Da da da da da!"

A water-cooled Maxim heavy machine gun was roaring wildly, spitting out tongues of fire half a meter long.

The dense bullets swept across the muddy water almost skimming the surface, filling the air with a suffocating aura of death.

Beneath that terrifying hail of bullets, a group of new recruits, their faces filled with terror, were desperately crawling forward in the mud, using both hands and feet.

Slow down, or look up a little higher, and your skull might be blown off by the bullet!

"General Lin... General Lin!" Chen Caiying, pale with fright, grabbed Lin Feng's arm, her voice trembling, "This...this is real machine gun fire! If the machine gunner's hand trembles even an inch and he lowers the gun even an inch, someone could be killed!"

"Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime!"

Lin Feng remained expressionless, his eyes as cold as a block of ancient ice.

"Now let them see what it feels like to have a real bullet fly right past their scalp, and let them get used to the fear of death."

On a real battlefield, they won't wet their pants at the sound of gunfire, and they won't foolishly stand up and become live targets.

Chen Caiying swallowed hard, completely impressed by this brutal, combat-oriented training that treated people like dirt, yet was designed to maximize the survival of human lives.

Finally, the two arrived at a relatively quiet open-air playground.

There were no sounds of gunfire, only several neat square formations and several huge blackboards in front of them.

Several instructors, holding chalk, were giving cultural lessons to the soldiers who were sitting on the ground.

Chen Caiying was wondering why soldiers needed to learn to read.

Then they heard the instructor draw several circles and intersecting lines on the blackboard and shout:

"Listen up, all of you! Don't think that fighting a war is just about blindly charging around with a gun."

"A standard Japanese infantry squad usually consists of 13 men."

What formation do they prefer to use when attacking?

It's an inverted triangle or a rhombus!

The Type 91 machine gun provided rear support, while infantry flanked from both sides.

The instructor slammed a pointer down on a sketch on the blackboard:

"Did you see the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun?"

The feed plate is on the left side, which obstructs the shooter's view while reloading, making the left side its blind spot.

From now on, when you charge, don't be foolish and run straight into the gun barrel. Instead, try to flank it from its left blind spot.

"And that thing that looks like a thick iron pipe but isn't like a mortar, that's called a grenade launcher."

Effective range is 150 meters.

If you see the Japanese soldiers crouching down and knocking on that pipe from a distance, don't just stand there like an idiot. Immediately find a reverse slope or a deep pit to hide in.

Remember, simply lying down won't work; that thing fires indirect fire, specifically targeting the top of your heads.

The soldiers below listened intently, and many of the more educated ones were even taking notes quickly in their notebooks with pencils.

Chen Caiying stood on the periphery, watching this scene, and was utterly shocked.

"General Lin..."

Chen Caiying took a deep breath, took off her glasses, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and sighed sincerely:

"I used to think that being a soldier and training was nothing more than marching in formation, shooting and physical training, turning people into obedient killing machines."

"I never expected that you would not only teach them how to kill, but also teach them to read, and teach them the specific tactics, weapon firing range, and evasion techniques of the Japanese soldiers."

Chen Caiying turned her head, looked at Lin Feng's young and resolute face, and suddenly clasped her hands in a fist and bowed deeply:

"After seeing it today, I am completely convinced."

With a general like you, and with such a fierce and powerful army nurtured through knowledge, tactics, and live ammunition…

"My Great Xia will not perish."

"I trust you with the hard-earned money of those millions of overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia!"

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