While Ding Wei was eating, he asked Li Yunlong for a drink.
"I said, Lao Li, you are now the commander of the legion. Get some wine for your brothers."
Lin Feng smiled and gave Ding Wei the half bottle of Maotai he carried with him.
"This is the Maotai I secretly hid, and I let them drink it all."
As soon as Ding Wei saw Maotai, his eyes glowed green, he drank two big mouthfuls and gnawed on his elbow.
"Do you know what my life has been like during this time? I have to be on guard against enemies while walking. The Eighth Route Army headquarters won't forget about us, right?"
Lin Feng did not expect that Ding Wei would be so miserable.
Originally, Ding Wei was sent by the Eighth Route Army headquarters to fight guerrillas near the Central Plains.
But the guerrilla attack went too smoothly. As for me, I fought all the way. Who knew that Bald Jiang failed, his flank was exposed, and the little Japs beat him like crazy.
Lin Feng secretly thought in his heart that this little devil was going crazy after being ravaged, so he would not go crazy to deal with someone weaker than him.
"I was walking with the troops and then separated. When I found them again, I found that the troops were all gone and the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army could not be contacted. I also heard that a powerful Eighth Route Army had recently risen in the north. I Just wanted to connect.”
"Walking along the way, didn't I meet you guys? Don't mention it, I can't say enough."
By the time Ding Wei was full, he had eaten and drank enough. Lin Feng found a barber and got a new set of clothes, and let Ding Wei take a hot bath, which made him feel more energetic.
"Where's Li Yunlong?"
Ding Wei was still looking for traces of Li Yunlong, and Lin Feng poured a cup of hot water.
"I've heard about you, Captain Ding, and my eldest brother went to supervise the cleaning of the battlefield."
Li Yunlong originally didn't want to go, but he was afraid that Sun Desheng would trick him and take away all the good things.
Ding Wei looked at Lin Feng and nodded.
"I heard what Lao Li said, and I think you are quite amazing."
Lin Feng knew that Ding Wei's level was no less than that of Li Yunlong. More importantly, this guy was educated and was the military advisor of the Iron Triangle in the north of Shanxi.
"I want to know what you think of this battle?"
Ding Wei smiled.
"In my humble opinion, the Japs are no match for this battle. He will lose sooner or later. I heard that many people on the Japs' side can't even afford to eat. Bald Jiang's troops have been defeated one after another."
Lin Feng remained silent, and Ding Wei spoke again.
"Sooner or later Bald Jiang will be unable to hold him back and leave. The remaining millions of troops will be our enemies."
What Ding Wei said was profound, but Lin Feng didn't care. These people couldn't change the world.
The highest art of war is to eliminate all enemies without bloodshed.
When you control the country's food supply and the enemy wants to overthrow the enemy, it will be nothing more than somersaults on your own Five Fingers Mountain.
"By the way, how did the troops break up?"
Lin Feng asked, and Ding Wei's face turned ugly.
"This little devil has changed his tactics. He has better equipment than me. A group of three of us can carry out various sneak attacks, and you still can't defend yourself."
Lin Feng combined with what Ding Wei said. He also encountered this kind of tactic of breaking things into parts in the morning. It seemed that the little devil was also taking action at the right time.
"Anyway, we are here. How far is your army from here? If it doesn't work, I will help you find a place. If you go back like this, the headquarters will not let you go."
Lin Feng had a good impression of Ding Wei. He was a man he could get along with.
If he went back alone like this, the Eighth Route Army headquarters might have to shoot Ding Wei.
When I left, I took a group of 3,000 people with me. If I were the only one left when I came back, I would definitely die.
Li Yunlong was still cleaning the battlefield, but he heard Lin Feng's order, asking him to take Ding Wei back to find a place.
Ding Wei sat in Li Yunlong's tank with envy, almost losing his temper to the car.
"Shut your mouth, my new tank is stained and I can't wash it."
Ding Wei glared angrily.
"I'm telling you, Lao Li, you're too damn picky. These are iron bumps. Why can't you wash them?"
The two bickered for a while, and the tank regiment headed south.
Lin Feng only gave him ten hours. Otherwise, if the Eighth Route Army headquarters found out that he had mobilized troops without permission, it would be a serious crime.
"Let's go quickly, solve it early, and come back early."
The Japanese who defeated Ding Wei are still mopping up.
The Eighth Route Army in the north and west is very difficult to deal with, but Ding Wei, a novice, has no one who wants a gun, so it will be much easier to deal with it.
The little Baga were still immersed in their sleep when they were shot to the west by Li Yunlong.
Ding Wei also quickly searched for the captured troops and recovered more than 400 people.
"How do you explain this?"
Ding Wei felt extremely uncomfortable and followed Li Yunlong back to the assembly area dejectedly.
Lin Feng saw the clues.
"What are you afraid of? Go recruit troops now. If you can recruit 10,000 people, I will give you equipment for 15,000 people."
Hearing what Lin Feng said, Ding Wei quickly brought a pen and paper and asked him to write the document.
Li Yunlong laughed and said, "I guarantee it."
Ding Wei shook his head like a rattle.
"I don't believe you. Your equipment is like a baby. If I sit down for a moment, you are afraid that I will leave you here."
Ding Wei said, asking Lin Feng to quickly make a pledge and lead his men to recruit troops quickly.
"You're so fucking smart."
Li Yunlong cursed, and then asked the soldiers to prepare the equipment for 15,000 people, which were basically seized after the little devils were defeated.
Li Yunlong is now using the latest and best weapons, who would still use the 38-inch Gaier?
In Li Yunlong's words, that piece of shit is so long and heavy that even if I use it as a fire stick, it tastes like iron.
"Brother, have you read the receipt?"
Li Yunlong shook his head, and then Lin Feng pointed out the most important thing, that is, the equipment should be the same as Li Yunlong.
"What the hell, I'm just typing this!"
Li Yunlong quit at that time. If the equipment were the same, wouldn't it mean that 15,000 people were taken away from him?
"I'm leaving, fourth brother. If anything happens, you can take care of me!"
Li Yunlong quickly led people back to the Northeast. Lin Feng was stunned. When did his elder brother learn the skill of quick victory?
"then what do I do?"
Lin Feng had never thought about Li Yunlong's hand, scratching his hair helplessly, waiting for Ding Wei to come back.
But not long after, Li Yunlong was pulled back by Ding Wei's arm.
"I knew you old boy wanted to run away, but I was watching."
Lin Feng laughed so hard that he burst into tears. What about the Northern Shanxi Iron Triangle? These are simply three old foxes, each one better than the other!
Li Yunlong had no choice but to set aside part of the equipment and give it to 4,000 people. Ding Wei smiled from ear to ear.
According to Li Yunlong, if you give them all, you will be shot when you go back...
Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction.
"Mission accomplished, let's go home!"
