Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Li Dashan was stunned for a long while, then sighed, "Hey, kid... do you know that being in the Eighth Route Army is not that easy? You have to put your head on the line to make a living!"

Zhang Ling smiled. He knew that Li Dashan was worried about him. "Uncle Dashan, you saved my life. I will use this life to fight the Japanese! Please tell me where to find the Eighth Route Army nearby!"

Seeing that Zhang Ling had made up his mind, Li Dashan stopped trying to dissuade him. He just lowered his voice with a serious look and said, "Little brother, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but the whereabouts of the Eighth Route Army are uncertain. How can ordinary people like us know where they are?"

Zhang Ling felt a little disappointed. Could it be that after traveling through time, he couldn't even get close to the Eighth Route Army?

"But..." Li Dashan suddenly changed the subject, "I heard that there is a place called Zhaojiayu nearby. Some time ago, an Eighth Route Army came here and fought a battle with the Japanese!"

"Really?!" Zhang Ling was immediately excited when he heard it, "Uncle Dashan, do you know where the Eighth Route Army is now?"

Li Dashan shook his head. "I don't know about that, but I heard that the leader of the Eighth Route Army was a hot-tempered guy, known as 'Crazy Li'! He was a good fighter, but..."

"What is it?" Zhang Ling asked.

Li Dashan hesitated for a moment and said, "It is this 'Crazy Li' who is strict in military discipline and has very strict requirements for new recruits. If they are not careful, they will be punished, and..."

"And what?" Zhang Ling's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this "Crazy Li" had some special hobbies?

"And he particularly likes..." Li Dashan suddenly stopped talking here, leaned close to Zhang Ling's ear mysteriously, and whispered, "He likes... drinking!"

"Drinking?" Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So that's it? He thought it was some extraordinary habit!

"Yes, it's drinking!" Li Dashan said with certainty, "I heard that this 'Crazy Li' can drink a whole jar of Lao Baigan in one meal, and he won't stop until he's completely drunk!"

Zhang Ling's mind moved. If this "Crazy Li" really loved drinking as Li Dashan said, then perhaps he could cater to his preferences and use wine to "bribe" him to join the Eighth Route Army!

"Uncle Dashan, do you know where to buy good wine around here?" Zhang Ling asked. He remembered that Li Yunlong in "Drawing Sword" particularly liked to drink a kind of wine called "Laobai Gan".

"Good wine?" Li Dashan was immediately excited when he heard it. "You've asked the right person! The 'Daughter's Red Wine' brewed by Mrs. Wang in our village is famous far and wide. The taste is so good..."

As Li Dashan spoke, he couldn't help smacking his lips, as if he was still savoring the aroma of the "daughter's red wine".

Seeing Li Dashan's expression, Zhang Ling knew that this "Nü'erhong" must be good, so he quickly said, "Uncle Dashan, can you take me to see Mrs. Wang? I want to buy a few jars of 'Nü'erhong'!"

"Buy wine? What do you want so much wine for?" Li Dashan asked puzzledly.

"Hey, Uncle Dashan, don't ask me anymore. I have my own uses!" Zhang Ling said mysteriously.

Seeing that Zhang Ling refused to speak, Li Dashan stopped asking and just reminded him, "Little brother, this Wang Po's 'Daughter's Red Wine' is not cheap, you..."

"Uncle Dashan, don't worry, I have money!" Zhang Ling said, taking out a silver dollar from his arms. This was the only thing left on him when he traveled through time.

Seeing that Zhang Ling was generous, Li Dashan said nothing more and took him to a house at the east end of the village.

The yard of this family is not big, but it is very clean. The yard is full of various flowers and plants, emitting bursts of fragrance.

"Mrs. Wang, are you home?" Li Dashan stood at the gate of the yard and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Who is it?" An old voice came from the house, and then an old lady with gray hair walked out of the house.

"Mrs. Wang, it's me, Li Dashan!" Li Dashan said with a smile.

Mrs. Wang narrowed her eyes and looked at Li Dashan carefully. It took her a long time to recognize him. "Oh, it's Dashan. Why are you here?"

"Mrs. Wang, let me introduce someone to you. This is..." Li Dashan was about to introduce Zhang Ling but was interrupted by Zhang Ling.

"Hello, Grandma Wang, my name is Zhang Ling, and I'm Brother Li's friend." Zhang Ling stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Grandma Wang.

Old lady Wang looked at Zhang Ling, a hint of doubt flashed in her cloudy eyes, "Young man, what do you want from me?"

"Grandma Wang, I heard that the 'Daughter's Red' you brew is a famous good wine in this area, so I came here specially to buy a few jars from you!" Zhang Ling said straight to the point.

When Mrs. Wang heard this, she immediately became alert and asked, "Why do you need so much 'Daughter's Red Wine'?"

"Grandma Wang, to be honest, I..." Zhang Ling was about to make up an excuse when suddenly, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds mixed with a few gunshots came from the distance!

Upon hearing this, Li Dashan suddenly looked up at Zhang Ling, with a hint of surprise and... a hint of fear in his eyes!

He lowered his voice and almost whispered: "Little brother, don't say that! If the devils hear it, we're all finished!"

Zhang Ling was stunned. He didn’t expect Li Dashan to react like this. Doesn’t he hate the Japanese?

"Uncle Dashan, why are you so scared? The devils are coming, we should fight them!" Zhang Ling clenched his fists and said firmly. He came from a peaceful era and had a deep understanding of the brutal acts of the Japanese invaders. In his heart, he had a natural sense of mission to fight against the Japanese army.

"Fight? How? How can we farmers fight with them?" Li Dashan smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Little brother, you don't know that the Japanese's guns are very powerful. We villagers don't even have a few hunting rifles. What can we use to fight with them?"

Zhang Ling then realized that he had underestimated the cruelty of this era. In the face of the absolute gap in military strength, any courage and determination seemed pale and powerless.

"Then we can't just sit there and wait for death!" Zhang Ling said anxiously, "If the devils come, we can hide and wait until they leave before coming out. It's better than being caught by them, right?"

"Hide? Where to hide? When the Japanese come, they will surround the whole village. Where can you hide?" Li Dashan sighed, "Little brother, listen to my advice. Don't think about those unnecessary things. Living a good life is better than anything else."

Zhang Ling wanted to say something else, but saw Li Dashan's face suddenly changed. He grabbed Zhang Ling and dragged him into the house.

"Shh! Don't talk!" Li Dashan put his index finger to his mouth, signaling Zhang Ling to keep quiet.

Zhang Ling didn't understand, but he still kept his mouth shut.

Li Dashan tiptoed to the window and looked out through the gap.

Zhang Ling also followed over and saw a group of people appearing in the direction of the village entrance.

These people were wearing khaki military uniforms, steel helmets, grenades on their waists, and holding various types of guns in their hands. They were walking towards the village.

"It's the Eighth Route Army!" Zhang Ling was delighted. He recognized the identities of these people at a glance.

"Eighth Route Army?" Li Dashan's face turned pale when he heard this. "Oh my god, why is it this bunch of plague gods?"

"Plague God? Uncle Dashan, how can you say that about the Eighth Route Army?" Zhang Ling said with some dissatisfaction, "They are here to fight the Japanese, to protect us!"

"Protect us? I think they are here to harm us!" Li Dashan lowered his voice, his tone full of fear, "Little brother, you don't know, the Eighth Route Army is scarier than the devils. Once they come, no good will happen!"

Zhang Ling was stunned. He didn't expect that Li Dashan's evaluation of the Eighth Route Army was so low. This made him very puzzled.

"Uncle Dashan, why do you say that? The Eighth Route Army is an anti-Japanese force, how could it harm us?" Zhang Ling asked.

"Hey, little brother, you don't know!" Li Dashan sighed and said in a low voice, "The Eighth Route Army has no other skills except robbing! As soon as they came, they took away all the food, chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep in our village. They called it 'borrowing', but who has ever seen them return anything?"

Zhang Ling was shocked. He realized that in that war-torn era, any army needed a huge amount of supplies to maintain its operation, and these supplies were often obtained from the hands of ordinary people.

"Uncle Dashan, the Eighth Route Army had to fight the Japanese invaders, so they had to..." Zhang Ling tried to explain, but was interrupted by Li Dashan.

"Fight the Japanese? I think they are just a bunch of bandits!" Li Dashan said angrily, "When the Japanese came, they hid, and when they left, they came out to rob things. How can they be considered anti-Japanese?"

"Uncle Dashan, you misunderstood. The Eighth Route Army..." Zhang Ling wanted to explain again, but saw Li Dashan's face change. He covered Zhang Ling's mouth and said nervously: "Don't say it! They are coming!"

Zhang Ling looked through the crack in the window and saw that the Eighth Route Army had already walked into the village. Leading them was a tall, imposing-looking man holding a big knife in his hand. It was the commander of the independent regiment - Li Yunlong!

"...surprised and...disappointed." Li Dashan had a complicated expression. He sighed, sat on the stone next to Zhang Ling, and whispered, "Little brother, I understand what you are thinking. Who doesn't want to fight the Japanese? But we are so weak that we will die if we go."

Zhang Ling could hear the concerns in Li Dashan's words. He smiled and said, "Uncle Dashan, don't worry. I'm not going to die. I have my own way."

Li Dashan looked at Zhang Ling suspiciously and asked, "What's the solution?"

"Uncle Dashan, do you know Li Yunlong?" Zhang Ling asked mysteriously.

"Li Yunlong? Which Li Yunlong?" Li Dashan looked confused.

"It's the commander of the independent regiment, Li Yunlong!" Zhang Ling said with emphasis.

"Independent Regiment? Li Yunlong?" Li Dashan slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I know, I know! Is it the Li Yunlong who fought like a madman?"