Zhao Gang sighed, and Lin Feng also agreed with this view.
"When he goes back, he will naturally consider why the Eighth Route Army is so wealthy. He will send our military doctors there tomorrow and try to help them as much as possible."
Following Lin Feng's order, Li Yunlong arrived early the next morning with some snacks and flatbreads with braised pork.
"Look at all of you, you're all injured like this, so don't drink stick noodle porridge."
Li Yunlong personally distributed big cakes and braised pork to these wounded soldiers, and sent someone to feed those with injured hands.
When these guys were full, they poured milk to supplement their nutrition. They were already injured, so their nutrition had to keep up.
"There will be apples later. If you don't like eating them, I told you in advance that I'll give them pears instead."
The wounded soldiers were also wondering, where did this living Bodhisattva come from so early in the morning?
There is food for you anyway, so why not talk about it after eating.
When Qian Bolin got up early in the morning, he heard that Li Yunlong had gone to his field hospital. He also learned that they had brought things over, so he hurried to see him.
Seeing my wounded soldiers being helped by the Eighth Route Army to take care of them, wash their faces, and change their clothes, I felt warm in my heart.
There is no better feeling than being cared about.
"Old Qian, you woke up too late."
Qian Bolin took the pie from Li Yunlong and took a bite, finding that it was still warm and the crust was crispy.
"You guys got up too early, this cake is still hot."
Li Yunlong pointed to the logistics support vehicle behind him.
"It all depends on this iron guy. There is milk and soy milk over there. Go get it yourself."
Li Yunlong also comforted several crying wounded soldiers. Most of them were children aged 16 or 17 who had suffered severe trauma due to the war.
At around seven o'clock, Lin Feng and his men drove six large trucks to bring in daily necessities.
"Commander Qian, there are urgently needed medicines here, as well as vitamins and antibiotics. I know these are what you need most. There are also some nutritional supplements. Find someone to unload the truck."
Chamberlain's heart was filled with warmth, and he was so excited that he couldn't express his thanks, so he asked people to unload the things quickly.
Lin Feng brought some nutritional supplements and prepared to visit these wounded soldiers.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a soldier whose legs were blown off. He looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old and had a childish look on his face.
"how old are you?"
I wrapped an orange and brought a box of candies.
The wounded soldier whispered his thanks, which made Lin Feng feel uncomfortable.
"There are many situations like this. There are probably more than 400 wounded soldiers in this building."
Lin Feng felt a tightness in his chest. Most of the wounded soldiers were young. Looking at these children who sacrificed themselves to protect their families and country, Lin Feng couldn't help but bow deeply to them.
"Thank you for your efforts. On behalf of Dragon Kingdom, I would like to thank you all."
After coming out, Lin Feng felt better. Without the system, the situation of the Eighth Route Army might be even worse than theirs.
The most important thing is those bastards!
"Thank you very much, Brother Lin Feng. The little Japs blocked the route. We couldn't transport a lot of medicines. We watched these soldiers die in pain."
Qian Bolin was a reliable officer. He wiped away his tears and asked Lin Feng and Li Yunlong to sit in the office for a while.
If he was not an upright official, I would never have given him so many benefits.
"You are a direct force, why are you still doing so badly?"
"I think too much. There are only a few direct descendants. They won't care about our life or death long ago when it comes to us."
This kind of factional fighting is the most disgusting thing in the army that protects the country.
At noon, we invited Li Yunlong and Lin Feng to dinner again, and the dishes they ate were basically seasonal radish and cabbage.
The best thing on the whole table was a carp weighing less than a pound.
“It’s quite hard to catch this fish in winter now.”
Lin Feng knew that he bought it with his own money, so he patted Champlin on the shoulder.
"I can see that you consider us friends."
After the meal was almost done, Lin Feng made an offer.
"Are you willing to fight with the Eighth Route Army? Your army will be in this situation for a long time, right?"
"To be honest, I've got all the food by myself, not to mention the equipment. They're all in the back. You can see for yourselves."
Qian Bolin's eyes were red and Li Yunlong glanced at him.
"Good guy, this equipment is not even as good as that of a little devil!"
There is only one mountain cannon in the entire 33rd Army. If there was a fight, wouldn't it be killed with one hand?
"Your situation is too miserable."
"All the good equipment has been transferred away. I used to have a mountain artillery regiment, but now I only have one mountain artillery company left."
Lin Feng sighed and shook his head.
"We don't want people taking over our territory. Otherwise, Bald Jiang won't let you go."
After having dinner, Chamberlin announced to everyone that he would no longer follow Bald Jiang.
I want to take my brothers to join the Eighth Route Army.
"Commander, we are all willing, but what about the military salary? The whole family depends on this to survive."
Lin Feng stood up immediately.
"Your salary will remain the same when you join the Eighth Route Army. I will give each of you an extra 100 kilograms of millet every month!"
After all concerns were resolved, the soldiers of the 33rd Army were willing to follow Lin Feng.
In these days, the price of food is one per day, but Lin Feng not only gives money, but also real food, so that the whole family can survive.
Isn’t it true that soldiers who take food and salary are also to provide enough food for their families?
Now that we have food and wages, why not be determined to join the Eighth Route Army!
Before it got dark, the 33rd Army had already finished dressing up and followed Lin Feng back to the military camp area that had been prepared long ago.
"On behalf of the Eighth Route Army, I welcome Commander Qian!"
The brigade commander rushed over to welcome him as soon as he got the news. The equipment in the camp was all new, and there were also new-style equipment.
"I haven't seen a howitzer in a long time!"
"There are also anti-aircraft machine guns. I miss you so much."
It can be seen that these soldiers are capable, but they have suffered from the factional struggle.
Qian Bolin smiled sheepishly and took the people back to tidy up the bedding.
The original station of the 33rd Army was empty. There were folded military uniforms on the ground. Bai Siming, the special envoy of Bald Chiang Kai-shek, looked extremely expressionless.
"I heard that the Eighth Route Army had contacted them, so I rushed over. But now it's still a step too late, they all ran away!"
Angrily, he threw fire at the clothes on the ground.
"Sir Bai, the weapons are all there in the camp, but there are no people around. Even all the underwear is left behind."
Bai Siming had a sinister smile on his face and gritted his teeth.
"Eighth Route Army, you are so clever! Just wait for me."
In the evening, the brigade commander paid for a treat and invited all the middle and high-level officials of the 33rd Army to attend.
"Today I will pay you personally to treat you to a meatball dumpling. Don't hide it and take out the wine."
They ate dumplings and drank wine, but they made these guys look pretty bad.
There were three people in the cooking class making dumplings, but they couldn’t feed these people...
"Don't worry, we've got enough dumplings..."
