Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

"Captain Zhang, your regiment commander...are you really not going to blame us for not preparing food for the troops?"

Outside Xingjiazhuang, Old Man Xing asked Zhang Dabiao with a little concern.

Generally speaking, when a troop is stationed there, the local government will be responsible for its food. Of course, you can also not be responsible, but as for the consequences, those who understand will understand.

Hearing this, other villagers from Xingjiazhuang who came to join in the fun also pricked up their ears.

Their village has been in a difficult situation this year. If this so-called new regiment still wants them to provide food, they will have to think carefully about whether they should give it a try.

"Hey, Mr. Xing... Village Chief Xing, don't worry. We in the Eighth Route Army have discipline. Even if we ask you to provide food, we will pay you. Don't worry!"

Zhang Dabiao said carelessly, as if he didn't care at all about the complicated atmosphere around him.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Old Man Xing laughed dryly and agreed.

But the worry in my heart could not go away, even though after a few days of contact, I found that Battalion Commander Zhang and the soldiers he led were very friendly.

Not only did he not do anything bad, he also took the initiative to help with work in the village. The lonely elderly people and widows and children in the village were taken care of in an orderly manner.

It can be said that the care the village gives to these people is not as good as theirs.

But what made him feel a little strange was that Battalion Commander Zhang would take the initiative to distribute food to the villagers in the village who were almost unable to survive.

This made Old Man Xing, who had been relieved, a little worried. This was food! !

"But it's no use thinking about it now. Captain Zhang helped them drive Wang Gouzi away three days ago. This guy will never give up."

"Perhaps the troops that are going to attack them are already on their way, so now they can only place their hopes on this new regiment. I hope that the Eighth Route Army is really the people's army as the legend says."

Old Man Xing sighed in his heart and waited silently with everyone else.

"I'm coming."

Not long after, a sharp-eyed villager saw a cloud of dust rising on the road, and soldiers in gray uniforms lined up and walked towards them.

Among the soldiers were protecting more than ten carts, which were loaded with all the belongings of the New 1st Regiment.

"Hurry, hurry, beat the flower drum." (The Jinnan flower drum is popular in the southern part of Shanxi Province. The dance moves are cheerful and have a strong sense of rhythm.)

Old Man Xing quickly shouted to the villager who was carrying a small drum beside him.

"Welcome all the officers of the Eighth Route Army to Xingjiazhuang."

Old man Xing walked forward quickly and bowed 60 degrees without saying a word.

"Please get up quickly, fellow villager."

Li Yunlong was startled and quickly dismounted and ran over to help Old Man Xing up.

"Stable."

Old Man Xing was secretly delighted: "Hahaha, on behalf of Xingjiazhuang, I welcome the Eighth Route Army to settle in. We have prepared a welcoming banquet, and I hope all the officers will do us the honor of attending."

"It seems that Zhang Dabiao has a good relationship with the military and the people!"

However, thinking about what he had to do tonight, Li Yunlong had to reject Old Man Xing's kindness.

"I'm sorry, the troops have just arrived at Xingjiazhuang, and we still have a lot of things to do. Forget it this time, I'll treat you next time."

Li Yunlong's words made Old Man Xing a little unresponsive: "Well... okay, is there anything we can do to help?"

"Great, I just... "

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Stand back and put the gun down."

Just as Li Yunlong was about to discuss with Old Man Xing the deployment of the new regiment and the promotion of the Eighth Route Army's policies, he suddenly heard a soldier's scolding not far away.

Wang Gouzi, who was driven away a few days ago, came back with his men. This time he wanted to take back what belonged to him and teach these people a lesson.

However, he did not expect that before he could start killing people, he was stopped by the Eighth Route Army again, and this time he brought fewer people with him.

"Damn it, why aren't they here today? There are even more Eighth Route Army soldiers!"

"Let them come over."

After seeing that Wang Gouzi was followed by an officer wearing the uniform of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army, Li Yunlong thought for a moment and gave instructions to the guard beside him.

"Sir..."

Old Man Xing was about to say something when he was stopped by Zhang Dabiao. After giving him a look that told him to rest assured, he whispered to Li Yunlong.

After listening to Zhang Dabiao's explanation of the causes and consequences, Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes and glanced at the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army not far away.

"Let's go and meet these soldiers. They don't want to go to the war, but come to the countryside to collect taxes. I'll scold them to death."

As he said this, he took the lead and walked over aggressively, pointing at the officer who had been acting very arrogant and cursing him.

"You, the one with the badge on your shoulder, why are you running here instead of fighting properly?"

"I?"

The officer was a little overwhelmed by Li Yunlong's momentum: "This...commander, I wonder which unit of the Eighth Route Army you are from?"

"We are from the New 386st Regiment of the th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. This is our regiment commander, Li Yunlong."

Zhang Dabiao on the side stepped forward and introduced.

"386st Brigade."

The officer felt a little tricky. Although he didn't know who Li Yunlong was, he had heard of the 386th Brigade.

The most important thing is that his coming out this time is not something upright.

If the people from the 386th Brigade reported this to their commander Yan, not only him but even their battalion commander might be punished.

"What? You're not leaving now, are you waiting for me to treat you to a meal?"

Seeing the uncertain look on this man's face, Li Yunlong knew that he was cowardly, and he immediately became rude.

"Okay... we'll meet again if we go. Let's go."

The officer raised the hand holding the whip, saluted, and then mounted the horse with a gloomy face.

"Hey! Are you leaving now? What about my revenge?"

This series of reactions made Wang Gouzi a little confused. He came here to take advantage of the situation, so why did he run away in disgrace before he could even say a word?

"Brother-in-law, wait for me! What's going on?"

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

Old man Xing standing by was so happy now. He didn't expect that the commander of the new regiment was so capable and could make the officer get out with just a few words.

It seems that Xingjiazhuang will be able to live a good life under the protection of the New 1st Regiment in the future.

"Captain Li, Captain Li, let's eat something. I'll ask someone to kill a chicken. I also have a bottle of good wine..."

Old man Xing caught up with Li Yunlong and others in a flattering manner.

"Village Chief Xing, let's discuss business first."

Li Yunlong politely rejected Old Man Xing's kindness. Although he loved drinking, that was only after he had finished his business.

Now that the new regiment has just arrived in Xingjiazhuang, what's the big deal about him going out to drink?

"How about discussing it over there while drinking?"

Old Man Xing suggested.

"This... Let's forget it. Business is more important. Don't let drinking ruin your work."

Li Yunlong suppressed his inner urge with great willpower, mainly because he was afraid that he would not know how to explain to the brigade commander when he came in a few days.

"Okay, let's discuss business first!"

Looking at the unmoved Li Yunlong, Old Man Xing sighed in his heart: "What an upright officer! It seems that good days are coming for our Xingjia Village in the future!!"