Anti-Japanese War: Plunder the devils to create a super army

"Haha, you don't have to worry about this!" Having said that, Wang Lin stood up directly.

Seeing this, the guards around him quickly echoed: "Show him off!"

In addition, Li Yunlong arranged for people to seize all the silver dollars and other supplies they brought.

Since they came with something, we naturally have to accept it.

"These things are not given to you for free, you can't just take them like this!"

Seeing this, the division commander of the National Army quickly added a sentence.

After hearing this, Wang Lin responded calmly, "Commander Li, what do you mean by this? Didn't you come to our territory to see us?"

Now that these things have arrived in Linshi, they naturally fall under the control of our Eighth Route Army."

Upon hearing this, the division commander of the National Army became so angry that his face turned pale. This was clearly their stuff, so how come Wang Lin had the final say on it?

"Brigade Commander Wang, aren't you being too unreasonable?" At this moment, the National Army division commander suppressed his anger.

Li Yunlong was furious when he heard this. "Damn it! He only knows how to bully others by taking advantage of his power. Doesn't he even know what kind of world we live in now?"

Kong Jie also sneered repeatedly, "Old Li, why waste time talking to them? I tell you, leave your things behind and you can go."

"That's right. Now that you're all seated and drinking tea, haven't we, the Eighth Route Army, entertained you?"

Zhao Gang also began to speak. Although he was always literary, in a situation like this, he had to be more assertive.

"You, you guys..."

Upon hearing this, the Kuomintang division commander paused. He pointed at Wang Lin and others, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"What's wrong? What do you mean by you and us? You don't understand what I'm saying?!"

The Kuomintang division commander was about to get into a conflict, but he also knew that this was on Wang Lin's territory. If they really started fighting, they would definitely not gain any benefit.

Therefore, the Kuomintang division commander had to make concessions.

"Okay, you guys are awesome! But just wait!"

"Let's go!" The Kuomintang division commander said gritting his teeth, and left angrily with his men.

Li Yunlong looked at their departing backs and laughed heartily: "Damn it, these Kuomintang soldiers thought they were the bosses. Now they know how powerful we are."

Wang Lin also smiled. "Old Li, those few scoldings of yours really made me feel better. Let's see if they dare to look down on us again in the future."

Then, Kong Jie nodded and agreed: "That's right, although we are poor, we are not easy to bully."

At this moment, the Kuomintang division commander was sitting in the car, getting angrier and angrier the more he thought about it.

"Commander, these Eighth Route Army soldiers are truly brutal. What do you think we should do now?"

The staff officer on the side began to ask questions.

"What else can we do? Should we fight them with real weapons?"

The Kuomintang division commander was sulking, and the staff officer began to question him, naturally intending to use him as a punching bag.

"Let's go back to the base! We'll talk about this later!"

He was a dignified division commander, yet he was fooled by a few Eighth Route Army soldiers. He felt that this matter could not be let go, and he wanted to find an opportunity to vent his anger properly.

But he also knew that under the current circumstances, the Kuomintang and the Communist Army still had to cooperate, so he couldn't do it openly.

Therefore, he needed to find a suitable opportunity to let Wang Lin and the others know that there would be no good consequences if they offended him...

At the same time, on the other side.

Wang Lin looked at the supplies he had taken from the Kuomintang division commander and felt secretly delighted.

Considering that the people in Lin City might need these things more, Wang Lin simply waved his hand and gave orders in a loud voice.

"Listen up, everyone! Distribute all the treasures sent by the Nationalist Army to the common people!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded in unison and began to move the supplies swiftly.

Bags of rice and flour were carried onto shoulders, and boxes of canned food were carefully unloaded from the truck.

"Lao Zhang, be gentle! This is food for the people. Don't spill it!"

A soldier shouted to his companion who was carrying a bag of rice.

Old Zhang chuckled, revealing his big white teeth: "Don't worry, I have enough strength to ensure that every grain is delivered to the villagers."

Aunt Li standing next to them looked at the busy soldiers with a big smile on her face.

"Oh, you kids, you've worked so hard. Take a break and drink some water."

"Auntie, we are not tired. This is what we should do. Just wait for the harvest."

"..."

In this way, the atmosphere at the material distribution point was warm and cozy, and the people's faces were filled with satisfied smiles.

At the same time, some children were walking through the crowd, curiously looking at these "treasures" they had never seen before.

"Dad, look at that can, what's inside it?" A little boy pulled his father's hand and pointed at a box of cans and asked curiously.

The father stroked the child's head and said with a smile: "That's canned meat. Dad will give you one later so you can have a taste."

The soldiers distributed supplies and chatted with the people in a harmonious atmosphere.

They all had smiles on their faces, as if what they were doing was not just a task, but also a way of conveying warmth and hope.

The common people gathered in a circle, their faces filled with happy smiles.

"Look, this time we distribute more rice than last time!" An old lady was holding a bag of rice in her hand, smiling from ear to ear.

The old man next to him was also cheerful. As he took the flour handed over by the soldiers, he said, "Yes, the Eighth Route Army is really our lucky star. It always brings us surprises."

The soldiers deftly counted the supplies, distributing bags of rice, flour, and canned food to the people in an orderly manner. Their movements were swift and powerful, and their faces were filled with satisfied smiles.

"Comrade, this has been issued once, why is there another one?" a middle-aged woman asked curiously.

Before, people called them "jun ye", but now after getting to know the Eighth Route Army, the way they address them has changed accordingly.

Hearing this, a young soldier smiled and replied: "Auntie, this is what we captured from the devils. You can keep it with confidence!"

The soldiers naturally couldn't tell too much truth, so they said this.

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around cheered and expressed their love for the Eighth Route Army in words.

Children aged seven or eight gathered around the soldiers, their eyes sparkling with admiration: "Uncle, when I grow up, I want to fight the Japanese like you!"

At this moment, Wang Lin stood in a corner of the material distribution point, looking at the busy soldiers and the happy people, a satisfied smile on his face.

His eyes moved through the crowd and fixed on an old lady.

The old lady held a bag of rice tightly in her hands, and the wrinkles on her face turned into a smile: "Oh, this rice is really heavy, enough for us to eat for a long time!"

The old man next to him was leaning on a cane, his eyes full of gratitude towards Wang Lin: "Yes, Eighth Route Army comrades, you are really our saviors. Now we can have enough to eat again."

Wang Lin walked up to the old man, took his arm, and said with a smile, "Uncle, this is what we should do. As long as we, the Eighth Route Army, are here, we will never let the villagers go hungry."

Not far away, a child of seven or eight years old tugged at his mother's clothes, his big eyes full of determination: "Mom, when I grow up, I want to be like my uncles and the others, fighting the Japanese invaders and defending our country!"

After hearing this, the mother's eyes filled with tears as she stroked her child's head and said, "Good boy, you have great ambitions! I support you!"

Wang Lin felt warm at heart when he heard this. He walked over, squatted down, and looked the child straight in the eye: "Little one, what's your name?"

The child puffed out his chest and said in a childish but firm voice: "My name is Goudan. When I grow up, I want to join the Eighth Route Army and fight the Japanese like you did!"

Wang Lin was amused by the child's innocence and determination. He patted Goudan on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Goudan, when you grow up, I will teach you how to shoot a gun myself!"

When the people around heard this, they all laughed.

Full of hope for the future and trust in the Eighth Route Army.

"Brigade Commander Wang, look at these kids, each one of them is so ambitious." Kong Jie said with emotion as he stood beside Wang Lin.

Wang Lin nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, this is our future, our hope."

At this time, Wang Lin stood up, clapped his hands, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone come here, the meeting is about to start!"

Upon hearing the news, the regiment commanders and battalion commanders quickly gathered in the conference room.

Their faces showed the fatigue after the war.