Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

General Lao also very solemnly opened it layer by layer, and said as he unpacked it: "Alas, when the commander received the battle report of your division, he was so happy that he didn't sleep all night, and wrote these eight characters for you to encourage you to continue to kill the enemy. Look, he even sent someone to deliver it to me and asked me to pass it on to you!"

Lin Tian opened his eyes wide, not daring to breathe, looking very excited, staring at the eight large cursive characters that came into view.

"Can charge and fight, kill enemies like flies!"

Lin Tian took the chief's calligraphy and murmured.

The old man's handwriting is unrestrained and stretched out, like a spear or a halberd, with powerful strokes.

This is exactly the same as what Lin Tian had seen in later generations.

Lin Tian held the calligraphy in his hands, his hands trembling with excitement. He must keep this calligraphy forever.

After returning, these eight big words must be placed on every military flag of the division.

With it, Lin Tian seemed to see the leader's deep and wise eyes, looking at him from behind.

Watching the soldiers in the first division fighting bravely and moving forward.

"That's great! Hahaha, that's great!!"

"In order not to disappoint the commander, I must win more big victories!"

Lin Tian carefully put away the calligraphy and said happily.

"As long as you have this confidence, the commander and I will be relieved!"

"We have never doubted your ability!"

Mr. Lao patted Lin Tian on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

He looked at Lin Tian as if he was looking at his descendants in the future. The confidence and cheerfulness revealed by Lin Tian proved that the Chinese in the future would be the same.

The China for which they shed blood and sacrificed their lives is now prosperous, strong, confident and self-reliant.

"Boss Lao, please go and take a look at the gifts I brought this time. After that, I have something to discuss with you."

"These things still need to be distributed by several leaders."

Lin Tian looked at the convoy that was surrounded by a crowd of people watching the fun, and asked Mr. Lao and the others to go and take a look.

"Okay, I saw your motorcade just now, and all the comrades have gone over to watch, and we are embarrassed to squeeze in with the crowd."

"If we go over there, they'll definitely run away. Wouldn't we be ruining everyone's fun? Hahaha."

Mr. Lao smiled with his hands behind his back.

The division commander and the chief of staff also smiled at each other.

They had been itching to try it out for a long time, and they knew that what Lin Tian could come up with must not be a simple thing.

This guy must have been rich after fighting such a big battle.

"Leaders, please!"

Lin Tian walked in front and made a gesture of invitation, then led Mr. Lao and the others to the convoy.

"Oh my god, it's a cannon, what kind of cannon is this, oh my god! I have never seen one before!"

"Look, this cannon is covered with foreign characters. It's obviously a foreign product, but I don't know which country it's from. Hey, Old Yang, can't you recognize foreign characters? Come and see which country it is from?"

"Let me see, hey, this big thing is American! We can use American equipment too!"

As soon as Lin Tian and others arrived, they heard bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

"Comrade, make way, make way, let us in!"

Lin Tian patted several comrades outside and said with a smile.

"Oh, it's Commander Lin!"

"Hey, and General Lao, hello to the leaders!"

These comrades turned around and saw that it was Lin Tian. They had just seen them chatting and naturally recognized him. Then they looked again and saw that General Lao, the division commander, and the chief of staff had all been attracted over.

"Ah? Commander Lin is here!"

"Hello, Commander Lin!"

"Commander Lin is so amazing!"

"What a great idea! I also want to follow Commander Lin to fight the Japanese!"

Hearing the noise behind them, the crowd turned around one after another, and after seeing Lin Tian, ​​everyone rushed to shake hands with Lin Tian.

Lin Tian had no choice but to greet everyone with a smile, but by the end his face was stiff from smiling.

This is the hand that killed more than 50,000 Japanese devils. We are lucky enough to have caught up today, and we can't miss this good opportunity.

Even Mr. Lao and others were left aside by the crowd.

"Hey, two brothers, these brats usually act like mice seeing a cat when they see us, but today they are acting abnormally! Hahaha!"

Mr. Lao said this with a deliberately stern face, but he couldn't help laughing after he finished speaking.

The chief of staff and the division commander also laughed.

Who said it wasn’t true? It seems that Lin Tian’s popularity is too hot.

Even if the three of them were here, they couldn't stop the enthusiasm of their comrades.

"Monk, bring me the list of supplies!"

Lin Tian shouted as he looked at the monk who was busy working on the roof.

"Hehe, okay!" The monk smiled, jumped down from the roof of the car, and stood steadily in front of Lin Tian.

"Hello, chiefs!"

The monk saluted solemnly and said that these were all serious leaders. He had broadened his horizons today.

"Wow! This comrade is really skilled!"

"I see you have scars on your head, are you a Shaolin disciple?!"

Mr. Lao and others were also stunned by the monk's move. You know, the roof of the truck is at least two meters from the ground. He turned over and jumped without blushing or getting nervous, and he was still very steady.

Mr. Lao and his men had also been through many hardships, fighting with swords and guns, and were experienced in hundreds of battles. It was obvious from this that the monk's skills were not simple.

Coupled with the obvious scars on the monk's head, Mr. Lao immediately thought of Shaolin Kung Fu.

People say Shaolin Kung Fu is really good...

"Boss Lao has good eyesight. This guy is called Wei Dayong, nicknamed Monk. He is the leader of my security platoon and has been a lay disciple in Shaolin Temple for several years."

"Then he went down the mountain to join the army. You don't know that the monk is the combat instructor of our division. His kung fu is very famous!"

"Earlier in the prisoner-of-war camp, I killed three Yamamoto Special Forces devils with my bare hands, including an officer!"

"When it comes to fighting, he is even more courageous. I think he is as brave as Lu Bu!"

Lin Tian hurriedly introduced the monk to several leaders, and did not hesitate to praise him in his words, which made the monk's old face blush, and he stood there scratching his head and laughing.

"There's actually such a thing! Good boy! You're amazing!"

Mr. Lao clenched his fist, punched the monk hard, and laughed.

Mr. Lao could clearly feel the monk's muscular body, and his fists felt like hitting steel.

"Thank you for the compliment, Chief!"

The monk immediately saluted.

Lin Tian took the list of supplies, winked, and told the monk to continue with his work.

"Oh my goodness! Did you rob the Japanese locusts? Huh?"

"This, this, this... this is too fucking weird!"

"Xiao Zhang! Run and notify the logistics department to send someone to unload the goods. Xiao Zhao will take the comrades to the kitchen. Let the comrades in Division 1 take a rest after dinner!"

General Lao took the list, and the chief of staff and the division commander came over quickly. When they saw the list, they were so shocked that they didn't know what to do.

This... this is too arrogant...