The Female General Dominates All After Transmigration-Chapter 25: Singing Again, Another Clash

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Singing Again, Another Clash Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At this moment, Wu Qingyun’s mood wasn’t high, so his shout was a bit subdued.

Zhang Wanxiang wasn’t stupid. As soon as Wu Qingyun shouted, he immediately joined in, bellowing in a loud voice: "Second Company, if you’re not gutless, show us what you’ve got!"

Once he shouted, everyone from First Company joined in as well.

The First Company commander smiled broadly, pointing at Zhang Wanxiang, "Good lad, come up here and lead everyone in the shout."

Zhang Wanxiang, fueled by the midday anger, didn’t care about being shy and jumped out, leading First Company in shouting.

Second Company initiated, not expecting such a quick and fierce response from First Company, leaving them stunned, shouting sporadically, unable to match the momentum.

Third Company watched the commotion and joined in, clapping and cheering. Second Company had no choice, each member blushed, lowered their heads, and under the leadership of the Second Company commander, started singing: "Revolutionary soldiers must always remember the three major disciplines and eight points of attention..."

The revolutionary song, originally full of momentum, was sung haphazardly due to poor organization. Not only was the momentum missing, the song wasn’t even completed, provoking First and Third Companies to heckle, even blowing whistles.

Second Company wanted to counterattack, but the whistle blew again starting another round of training, leaving them no choice but to stop sullenly.

Each platoon began training, and the First Company commander considered a possibility: this time Second Company was caught off guard, and surely they would want to redeem themselves. If things got rowdy again, First Company would need to respond and perform. If they ended up like Second Company, it would be shameful. No, he had to come up with a plan.

After a full afternoon of training, Ling Chengyan ranked in the top three for the throwing performance, and the other two female militia members also passed. The achievements of the three female militia members stimulated the others, forcing the male militia members with weaker results to train desperately, not wanting to be outdone by the women.

Dinner was a dish, porridge, and three-grain steamed buns.

Zhang Yuyan and Li Huaihua joined Ling Chengyan to have dinner with the five people from Nanli Village.

"Wan Xiang’s accuracy in throwing is still lacking, Qingyun’s strength is a bit insufficient, after dinner, let’s go to the training ground to figure it out." Ling Chengyan pointed out their shortcomings.

The two people nodded silently in agreement.

Wang Lianqi and Jiang Shenglin were experienced militia members, so these projects were naturally not a problem, and they helped the two find reasons.

After dinner, Wang Lianqi was called to a meeting by the Company commander. The two female militia members returned to the dormitory to rest, taking Ling Chengyan’s dishes back.

Ling Chengyan fell behind a few steps and went to the training ground, meeting Jiang Shenglin.

"Brother Shenglin." Ling Chengyan greeted him.

"Well, I wanted to tell you, Qingyun’s arm might be injured." Jiang Shenglin had also noticed Wu Qingyun’s situation and, based on his understanding of this young man, although his strength wasn’t as good as Zhang Wanxiang’s, it shouldn’t be this bad. He had also noticed Wu Qingyun’s painful expression during throwing, his arm clearly lacking strength...

Ling Chengyan nodded, a slight smile on her lips, "You noticed too?"

Jiang Shenglin was somewhat surprised, he thought Ling Chengyan hadn’t noticed, and that’s why he reminded her.

Ling Chengyan kept walking, speaking casually, "Brother Shenglin thinks it’s strange that I noticed but still made them train together, right? I wanted them to speak up on their own. On the battlefield, besides being strong oneself, one must learn to trust comrades... Yes, comrades shouldn’t be too shy to reveal their injuries or shortcomings to their comrades."

The two talked, delaying a bit of time. By the time they reached the training ground, they saw Zhang Wanxiang and Wu Qingyun already surrounded by people.

"Zhang Qinghu, do you still want to fight?" Zhang Wanxiang’s angry shout came through.

Ling Chengyan rushed over there, Jiang Shenglin was half a step slower, also following her closely.

Zhang Qinghu, Zhang Qingbiao, Zhang Qinghuai, and Liu Wenjie from Longsheng Brigade were all there, along with several other brigade members just there for the commotion, standing on the periphery.

Ling Chengyan dashed in, just in time to see Zhang Qinghu throwing a punch at Zhang Wanxiang, and Zhang Wanxiang raising his fist to block, fighting with Zhang Qinghu.

The other three surrounded the isolated Wu Qingyun, with Zhang Qingbiao and Zhang Qinghuai raising their fists and feet, intending to gang up on Wu Qingyun.

Ling Chengyan charged forward, kicked Zhang Qinghuai’s leg aside, and blocked Zhang Qingbiao’s fist with her hand. Before the two could react, she swiftly struck their arms and legs several times.

In one go, Zhang Qingbiao and Zhang Qinghuai were forced back, one clutching their leg, the other drooping their arm, staring at Ling Chengyan in shock.

Ling Chengyan turned and lightly slapped Liu Wenjie, who hadn’t made a move, almost effortlessly.

Liu Wenjie stared at Ling Chengyan, wanting to say he hadn’t made a move, but swallowed his words. He was adept at disguise and incitement, letting the Zhang brothers take the lead whilst he benefited, so speaking up now would expose him.

Ling Chengyan stood beside Wu Qingyun, and on the other side, Zhang Qinghu also realized the situation wasn’t favorable and halted his attack.

Ling Chengyan stood with her hands behind her back, Zhang Wanxiang and Wu Qingyun stood behind her, and even the slightly slower Jiang Shenglin joined them.

"If you’ve got guts, compete on the training ground, win and lose in the arena. Picking on the isolated and ganging up on the outnumbered, what kind of skill is that?" Ling Chengyan spoke calmly, her breath steady, as if she hadn’t just fought.

The people from Longsheng Village across the way, three of them had a glimpse of Ling Chengyan’s prowess just now, and at this moment, they were filled with shame and anger, mixed with fear.

Zhang Qinghu declared, "You from Nanli Village are just softies, hiding behind a woman’s spine like cowardly turtles!"

Zhang Wanxiang glared at him angrily, shouting, "Who’s afraid of you! If you’ve got guts, face us one-on-one, whoever backs down is a coward!"

The people from Longsheng Village cursed loudly, while Jiang Shenglin and Wu Qingyun also joined the fray, arguing back, making quite a ruckus, yet Ling Chengyan stood in the middle, like an immovable rock, preventing anyone from daring to make the first move.

When news returned, both the First and Second Company commanders ran over with several platoon leaders. Seeing both sides only cursing at each other, without any fighting, they each reprimanded their soldiers.

The First Company commander took his men back and called for three platoons to assemble.

The militia members all thought there’d be extra training at night, only to find out after gathering that the First Company commander had surprisingly invited a female teacher from the commune middle school to teach everyone singing.

The first song taught was "Song of the Guerrillas."

The female teacher sang through it first, then copied the lyrics on a borrowed wooden blackboard.

Ling Chengyan looked at the simple and easy-to-understand words and was secretly surprised. These plain lyrics coupled with lively and upbeat rhythm were indeed easy to spread.

As they began to teach singing, a problem soon arose. A large portion of the militia participating in training were illiterate or had limited literacy, unable to fully recognize the lyrics. As such, remembering the lyrics became a significant difficulty.

The First Company commander hadn’t anticipated that the first obstacle would be low cultural literacy. After circling around, he said to the teacher: "Teach it sentence by sentence, repeat it many times, even if they can’t read, they can memorize it."

The teacher, too, realized the situation and couldn’t simply walk away, so she had to persist in teaching.

After an hour of teaching, sentence by sentence singing went smoothly. She then asked the militia members to sing it through, resulting in less than half being able to sing it completely, while more than half, due to illiteracy and inability to remember the lyrics, could only hum along aimlessly, the effect as one might imagine.