Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

"Commander, Fang Zheng's telegram." The monk came to Lin Tian who was sitting under a tree to rest, holding a kettle and a telegram and said.

"Let me see it." Lin Tian reached out to take the telegram and started reading it, then a smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Yunfei, how are you? You are ours after all." Lin Tian was in a good mood.

Fang Zheng’s telegram was very detailed. Chu Yunfei brought 1500 people, a regular regiment’s strength, and had arrived at Fang Zheng’s base.

The troops have started to change their uniforms and then train with the first regiment.

The telegram also described the entire cause and effect of the incident in great detail.

Commander Yan’s attitude plays a very important role here.

Commander Yan also had a good relationship with the Eighth Route Army. When the Eighth Route Army first crossed the Yellow River and entered North China to fight the Japanese, the two sides had a close friendship in the Taihang Mountains.

His character is quite acceptable among the senior officers of the National Army.

Lin Tian doesn't mind helping Commander Yan when that day comes.

"Commander, have some water." The monk opened the kettle and handed it to Lin Tian.

They had been travelling for 10 hours straight, taking turns driving.

I'm so tired now that I have to take a rest.

"The roads here are simply incomparable to those in later times. There are no roads in some places, and some highways are shabby and bumpy. The highways in later times are still easier to drive on."

Lin Tian took a sip of water and couldn't help but sigh.

The sweet and cool spring water poured over Lin Tian’s dry throat, refreshing and soothing.

"Monk, rest for another half an hour and then continue on your way." Lin Tian gulped down a few big gulps of water, stood up and said.

The spring water here is extremely sweet and very thirst-quenching, so Lin Tianyao filled a few pots of water to drink on the road.

……

Taiyuan.

On this day, a ragged, short man walked outside Taiyuan City.

The man was leaning on a branch, with a tattered kettle hanging on his waist, a bag on his shoulder, and a tattered felt hat on his head.

He looks like a beggar.

"boss……"

"I'm finally back..."

The man stood on a high place looking at Taiyuan City, crying with joy and wiping his tears continuously.

If someone was around him, they would definitely be able to tell that this person was actually speaking Japanese...

……

At the gate of Taiyuan city.

The garrison of the First Division is on guard. Taiyuan has become the new headquarters of the First Division.

There were endless pedestrians on the road, and farmers were busy in the fields outside the city.

There were also Eighth Route Army soldiers helping the villagers push the carts. Both sides were very friendly, like a family.

There is a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere around.

The man just now staggered towards Taiyuan, and the scenes on the road made him feel deeply moved.

When he was in Taiyuan before, there were very few pedestrians outside the city, the city gates were heavily guarded, and all Chinese people entering and leaving the city had to undergo strict inspection.

When the locust army saw the Chinese people, they either beat them or scolded them, deliberately picking troubles to bully them.

The Chinese were so frightened when they saw the locust army that they trembled even when they spoke.

They dared not look up and make eye contact with the locust soldiers, otherwise they would be severely beaten at best, or stabbed to death with bayonets at worst.

Moreover, when the Chinese saw the locust army, they had to bow and greet them. They would only dare to raise their heads and leave after the locust army had gone far away.

A shadow of depression and death has always shrouded this place.

It’s the Eighth Route Army, and there are a lot more laughter and joy around.

The man continued walking towards the city gate. He wanted to meet a noble person who changed his life.

He traveled so far just to find his boss and serve him.

"Countryman, what's wrong with your leg? Our military doctor is providing free medical services. I'll take you over to see him." The Eighth Route Army soldiers on guard saw from a distance a man limping on crutches walking towards them.

This man is dressed in rags and looks disabled, but he is a very miserable person.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers hurried over to help.

When the man heard this, he could not understand a word the soldier said, but seeing how enthusiastic the other party was, he did not dare to speak.

Because of his Japanese, he was beaten a lot along the way. His leg was hit by a stone at that time. There was no medicine after the injury, and the weather was hot, so the wound festered and festered, so he found a tree branch to use as a crutch.

Later he learned to be smart and simply pretended to be dumb and didn't speak. When people talked to him, he just made a babbling sound.

The Chinese people are indeed kind. Seeing him like this, they gave him food, drink and clothes.

In this way, he begged for food all the way to Taiyuan.

"Aba Aba..." The man didn't dare to speak. Although this was a division and it was the boss's army, the boss's army was very cruel to the locust soldiers.

These soldiers had never seen him before, and if he spoke Japanese, they would be finished.

Just pretend it first.

The man was very helpless and did not dare to resist too much, otherwise it would cause more trouble. The Eighth Route Army was very kind to the villagers, and he would be safe if he followed them.

If he met one or two acquaintances on the road who could verify his identity, everything would be fine.

The man had no choice but to follow the soldier into the city.

"My fellow villager, you must be hungry. I have some meat patties here. Eat one first. After the inspection, I will take you to get relief food." The soldier said as they walked with the man.

He wasn't sure if the man could understand what he said...

When the man saw the meat pie, his eyes lit up. He grabbed the meat pie and started eating it in big mouthfuls. In just three bites, the big meat pie was finished.

The man drank some water and felt much more energetic.

The soldier looked distressed. Poor guy, he didn't know how long he had been hungry.

……

In the west of the city, outside the military camp of the First Division garrison.

There were long queues in front of the ten free medical consultation booths. The scene was crowded with people and noisy, making it a very lively one.

"I heard that these are military doctors of the Eighth Route Army. They have studied Western medicine and are very accurate in diagnosing diseases."

"Look at what you said. Didn't you see that he was wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army? He must be a military doctor. I have really wasted my time listening to your words."

"This line is really long. Last time my old man went to the city, he happened to meet someone at a free clinic. He was given some medicine, and his illness that had plagued him for more than ten years has almost healed. I came to see him today..."

"Is it really that serious? I was just joining in the fun, but now that you mention it, I have to see a doctor today."

In the team, the fellow villagers who came to see the doctor talked a lot and praised the level of the Eighth Route Army’s military doctors.

The soldier led the man to the free medical consultation booth, asked him to line up, and then left.

He also has to stand guard and cannot be away from his post for too long.

"Old Yang, your free clinic is very well run, except that there are not enough stalls. Look, there are too many people lining up." At this time, a very familiar voice sounded behind the man.

The man turned his head and was shocked. My relatives, my relatives are finally here!