Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

In Heyuan County, the sound of gunfire gradually became sparse and eventually returned to silence.

Just when Lin Tian and others were having supper.

In the city, after the sound of gunfire stopped, the people inside began to come out, wanting to see if the weather had changed tonight.

The Japanese had been completely wiped out. The 115th Division Independent Regiment had long ago formed a patrol team to patrol the city and eliminate the traitors hiding in the dark.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, those are the Eighth Route Army, they are the Eighth Route Army, they are the Eighth Route Army on patrol!"

A young man with a shaved head said to a white-bearded old man wearing a robe and glasses next to him.

"It really is the Eighth Route Army! Quick! Go contact the young people nearby and get some information!"

"This is incredible! If it was really the Eighth Route Army that drove the Japanese away, we should thank them very much!"

Mr. Zhang spoke excitedly, leaning on a cane and with tears in his eyes.

The presence of Eighth Route Army patrols on the streets means that it is very likely that the Eighth Route Army has indeed recovered Heyuan County.

He is already old, but still a slave of a conquered country. The feeling is indescribable.

Today... I finally see the light!

As more and more residents of the county appeared in the streets, people looked at the city walls, the Japanese gendarmerie, and the military camps where soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were standing guard, and the flags of the Eighth Route Army were flying in the sky.

Now everyone can finally put their minds at ease.

A celebration started late at night...

There was no one organizing or initiating it. Everyone just rushed to the streets, holding torches and parading in groups.

In the theater, the artists who had rested long ago, upon hearing the noise outside, got up one after another, excitedly put on their costumes, painted their facial makeup, and went to the streets beating gongs and drums.

Some people even brought out their lion dance props that had been hidden at home.

The street lights at the door were also turned on, and the small county town, which was under the shadow of the Japanese butcher's knife, suddenly became bright and lively.

In the restaurant, listening to the noise outside, Lin Tianye became interested: "It seems that the people have already known that Heyuan has been liberated. Let's go to the streets and take a look and join in the fun!"

The soldiers were full and had enough to eat and drink. Captain Wang found an ox cart from Juxian Building, loaded with food and prepared to go find his own team.

As soon as they went out, they were surrounded by celebrating people.

“Thanks to the Eighth Route Army!!”

“Thanks to the Eighth Route Army!!”

"Come on, take out all the food and drinks and reward our loved ones!!"

In Heyuan County, men, women, young and old came out in droves, led by Old Zhang. No one knew who had passed on the news that the leader of the Eighth Route Army was having dinner at Juxian Building. When everyone heard this, they were so excited that they had to go and thank him.

Following Mr. Zhang's order, the people behind him came up with baskets and stuffed the eggs and flour that they usually didn't want to eat at home into the soldiers' hands.

Some even drove pigs and carried chickens. In a word, the Eighth Route Army had shed blood and sweat for them, so they must ensure that the Eighth Route Army had good food and drink.

The soldiers naturally couldn't accept it and refused it again and again.

"Fellow villagers, thank you all, we have our own rules, we really can't take them! Everyone, take them back!"

"Auntie, please save these eggs for your grandson's health!"

"Brother, white flour buns are so precious, save them for the children!"

Lin Tian suddenly felt overwhelmed. He was just busy watching the fun and didn't expect that he would get into trouble. Everyone was so enthusiastic.

But Lin Tian couldn't take these things. The villagers were living a hard life. The Japanese had occupied Heyuan for so long and looted endless food and property. Now that they had just defeated the Japanese, everyone had to start their lives again. Food and drink were all precious supplies.

"Hey, who are you??"

"Chief, what's going on?!"

Old Zhang raised his hand to stop everyone. He looked at Lin Tianhe, the monk, Zhou Weiguo and the others and was quite confused.

What he just said was actually directed to Captain Wang who was driving the ox cart.

Everyone here, Captain Wang, is wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army.

Lin Tian was wearing the neat uniform of a Japanese colonel, with his command knife still hanging on his waist.

The monk was also wearing the uniform of a Japanese lieutenant officer.

Zhou Weiguo and other special forces members need not be mentioned. After they came out, they only took off their shirts, but their pants... were still the shit-yellow pants of the devils...

If Zhang Lao and others had not seen Lin Tian and his companions staying with Captain Wang, and heard them speaking Chinese, they would have mistaken them for the devils.

Lin Tian and the others didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Oh! What a fuss!"

Captain Wang was also helpless. He just wanted to bring food back to the soldiers, but if he didn't explain, he couldn't explain it clearly: "Deputy Chief of Staff, let me explain!"

"Sir, this is our... Commander. They are pretending to be devils and sneaking into the inner city. Together with us, we wiped out the Japanese and puppet troops in Heyuan County in one fell swoop. Only then did we liberate Heyuan County overnight!"

"Otherwise, if we rely on attacking the city alone, we won't be able to take it down even in eight or ten years!"

After listening to Captain Wang's words, everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that these people were clearly Chinese but were wearing Japanese dog skins.

That makes sense.

He has to be the leader of the group. This is a good idea. He has the ability, courage, and he is young.

"Oh, thank you, Chief, thank you, Chief!"

"Commander, you are so young, you must not be married yet. My eldest daughter is just 18 this year. You see..."

"What? Your daughter is not as good as my niece. My niece graduated from high school and is more educated than your daughter. She is just right for this leader!"

Seeing that Lin Tian was handsome, dignified, and promising at a young age, several ladies started to introduce him to potential partners.

Lin Tian was very confused.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

Old Zhang tapped his cane and spoke loudly.

The crowd quieted down after hearing what Mr. Zhang said.

"Commander, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you just now!"

"I was a former juren, and everyone respects me and calls me Mr. Zhang!"

"I know you Eighth Route Army soldiers have discipline and don't take anything from the common people, but everyone is happy today!"

"Since the Qing Dynasty, the country has been torn apart and invaded by foreign enemies. It is a great shame for us that our great country, China, has been wantonly invaded by a lowly country like the Japanese pirates!"

"After the Battle of Xinkou, we became slaves of a conquered nation! Our backs were broken by the Japanese devils!"

"I never thought... I never thought that today, in my lifetime, I would actually be able to see the day when the royal army recovers the lost territory!"

"Commander, these things are a token of our gratitude to the people of Heyuan. If you don't accept them, I... I, an old man, can only kneel down before you!"

Old Zhang recounted decades of national humiliation, weeping with excitement, and pretended to kneel down to Lin Tianxia.

"I can't do it! I can't do it!"

"We've accepted it! Weiguo asked everyone to take the things from the villagers!"

“We buy at market price!”

Lin Tian couldn't stand this and immediately gave the order.