Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

Outside the small mountain village, as the sun was about to set, some villagers who were called to widen the road began to feel dissatisfied.

"How long will the village chief take? Can you start tomorrow?"

A village idiot put down his hoe and said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, village chief, this road is full of rocks and grass, and there are so many trees. We definitely can't finish it today."

"Let's do it tomorrow, village chief."

Someone took the lead and complaints immediately broke out one after another at the scene.

"Okay, shut up."

Although the old village elder is old, his aura is still as strong as before, and the scene immediately became quiet.

"Er Gouzi, you have been stealing things in the village all day long. Now I ask you to do something for the village, but you keep complaining."

"If you keep being so cautious, I will drive you out of the village and leave you to fend for yourself."

The old village chief first ranted at the first young man who complained, making Er Gouzi very embarrassed.

But even so he didn't dare to talk back. There was chaos and war outside. If he was driven out of the village, he would be lucky enough to go up the mountain and become a bandit. If he was unlucky, he would be slaughtered like a meat bun.

Seeing that Ergouzi didn't dare to talk back, the old village chief didn't continue to attack. After all, he had watched Ergouzi grow up and he knew that he wasn't a bad person by nature, he just liked to take advantage of others.

Then he looked at everyone and spoke loudly.

"Everyone, you know that our village is a small one. The population is less than a hundred, the land is very barren, and there are a few bullies in the village who bully the people."

"Everyone's life was getting difficult, but it was the Eighth Route Army that eliminated the bullies and intimidated the scoundrels, allowing us to live in peace during the chaos of war."

"The Eighth Route Army is in trouble now. They just want us to widen the road outside the village. Can't we do this for them?"

"Village chief, if you had told us earlier that we were working for the Eighth Route Army, none of us would have complained."

"Yes, I am willing to work for the Eighth Route Army even if it's late at night."

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, the old village chief nodded with satisfaction and said, "Er Gouzi, go to the village and bring all the braziers here. We will have a night battle tonight."

"Okay."

When Zhao Tianyang drove to the outside of the village, he saw three or four braziers lighting up both sides of the road.

The people in the small mountain village widened the road in the dark under the light of the braziers.

"How is it, do you feel anything?"

Li Yunlong, who had come out of the car at some point, saw Zhao Tianyang staring at his fellow villager who was working in a daze, and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"They are simple and kind. As long as you are a little bit nice to them, they will give you everything."

Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Tianyang in surprise: "I didn't realize that you have so many feelings at such a young age."

"Hehe, I just said it out of inspiration."

"Okay, stop thinking too much. Sometimes thinking too much about people can easily lead to anxiety."

As he spoke, Li Yunlong called Zhang Dabiao and started to make arrangements. The fellow villagers were kind to them, but they could not take it for granted.

"Don't worry, Commander. I'll arrange for soldiers to help."

"Captain Li is back!"

At this time, the old village chief also came to Li Yunlong.

"Yes, old village chief, thank you for your hard work today. It's troublesome that you still have to work so late."

Li Yunlong replied with a smile.

"It's not hard, it's not hard, this is what we should do."

"We can't let you work for nothing, so how about this, we will provide some flour and treat everyone to a bowl of noodles?"

"That's a good feeling."

The old village chief did not refuse.

Appropriate rewards can deepen the friendship between the villagers and the Eighth Route Army, and with this bowl of white noodles, the villagers will not complain in their hearts that they are still being asked to work so late.

Then the old village chief returned to the construction site with a young soldier from the New 1st Regiment, and the villagers immediately surrounded the village chief.

They discovered it just when Zhao Tianyang drove up, but they were not sure whether it was the Eighth Route Army because it was dark.

"Is the village chief the Eighth Route Army back?"

"Of course he is. Look at the uniform worn by the young soldier next to the village chief. If not the Eighth Route Army, then what is he?"

"I know, I just want to hear from the village chief to confirm."

"Okay, okay, be quiet."

The village chief raised his hand and pressed it lightly. After everyone had quieted down, he explained calmly.

"You guessed it right. It's the Eighth Route Army that has returned. In order to thank us, the Eighth Route Army decided to take out some white noodles and treat us, the pioneers, to a bowl of white noodles each."

"Really? Village Chief?"

Everyone couldn't believe it, because that was white flour.

"What's true or false? You don't believe me, but you also don't believe the leader of the Eighth Route Army?"

The village chief looked at the people in disbelief and said, "Okay, don't just stand there. Ladies, wash your hands quickly and follow this little soldier to get the flour. Then, cook it in the big pot in the village."

"Hey, okay."

After the women followed the young soldier away, everyone came to their senses.

"Oh my god, there are actually white noodles to eat."

"Yeah, I'm not dreaming."

"Okay, everyone hurry up and widen the road quickly. Don't keep the Eighth Route Army waiting for too long."

The village chief urged.

"Don't worry, village chief. We won't eat the Eighth Route Army's white noodles for nothing."

After that, the villagers got to work with 200% enthusiasm. Even the tree roots that were difficult to deal with just now seemed to become easier.

.................

"Are you all rested?"

Li Yunlong said as he looked at the assembled soldiers of the New 1st Regiment.

"Report to the captain, I have had a good rest."

Everyone replied in unison.

"Then go help the fellow villagers. They are all working for us now. Can we just stand here and watch?"

"No."

"Very well, let's go."

Soon, the soldiers of the new regiment walked over with tools, which made the villagers of the small mountain village a little at a loss.

After all, the Eighth Route Army had just said they would give them a meal of white noodles, but now they had to work for them. This was really not good.

"This... this shouldn't happen."

"Okay, old village chief, just let them do it. We, the Eighth Route Army, have discipline. We will never take advantage of the villagers."

Li Yunlong tried to persuade the bewildered old village chief.

"Oh, the Eighth Route Army is still better."

The old village chief sighed.