Zhao Gang sighed, and Lin Feng also agreed with this opinion.

"When he goes back, he will naturally consider why the Eighth Route Army is so wide, and send our military doctors over tomorrow, and try to give them help if he can."

With Lin Feng's order, early the next morning, Li Yunlong came with some snacks and flatbread and braised pork.

"Look at you one by one, all of you are injured like this, don't drink stick noodle porridge."

Li Yunlong personally distributed flatbread and braised pork to these wounded soldiers, and sent people to feed those with injured hands.

When these guys were full, they poured milk and supplemented the nutrition of these people, who were already injured and had to keep up with the nutrition.

"There will be apples in a while, I don't like to eat them, so I said in advance that I will change the pears for you."

The wounded soldiers also wondered, where did this live bodhisattva come from in the morning?

Anyway, it's better to eat it.

As soon as Qian Bolin got up early, he heard that Li Yunlong had gone to his field hospital, and when he learned that they had brought something, he hurried to see it.

Seeing his wounded soldiers being taken care of by the Eighth Route Army, washing their faces and changing their clothes, my heart suddenly warmed.

It's the best feeling to be cared for.

"Old Qian, your kid woke up too late."

Qian Bolin took a bite of the flatbread given by Li Yunlong, and found that it was still hot, and the crust was crispy.

"You're too early to get up, and the bread is still hot."

Li Yunlong pointed to the logistics support vehicle behind him.

"It's all up to this iron guy, there's milk and soy milk over there, and I'll serve it myself."

Li Yunlong also comforted several wounded soldiers who were crying, most of them sixteen or seventeen-year-olds, who had been severely traumatized by the war.

At more than seven o'clock, Lin Feng led people to drive six large trucks to bring in daily necessities.

"Commander Qian, there are urgently needed medicines here, as well as vitamins and antibiotics, I know that what you need most is these things, and there are also some nutritional products, you find someone to unload the car."

Qian Berlin's heart was hot, and he couldn't say the words of thanks, so he hurriedly unloaded the things.

Lin Feng brought the nutritious food he ate and prepared to visit these wounded soldiers.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a soldier who had blown off his legs, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with a childish face.

"How old are you?"

I wrapped an orange and brought a box of candy.

The wounded soldier whispered thank you, and Lin Feng, who was watching, felt uncomfortable for a while.

"There are a lot of people like this, and there are probably more than 400 wounded soldiers in this building."

Lin Feng felt panicked in his chest, most of the wounded soldiers were not very old, looking at these children who sacrificed themselves to defend their families and the country, Lin Feng couldn't help but bow deeply to them.

"Thank you for your efforts, and on behalf of the Dragon Kingdom, thank you all."

After coming out, Lin Feng felt that the wind was better, if there was no system, the situation of the Eighth Route Army might be even worse than theirs.

The most important thing is that the bastard little devils!

"Thank you, Brother Lin Feng. Little devils block the route. A lot of medicines couldn't be delivered, and I watched these soldiers die of pain. ”

Qian Bolin was still a reliable chief, wiped a handful of tears, and asked Lin Feng and Li Yunlong to sit in the office for a while.

If he was not a clean official, he would never have given him so many benefits.

"You are a descendant army, why are you still so miserable?"

"Thinking too much, there are only a few descendants who are really descendants, which turn can get us, it will long be regardless of our life or death."

This kind of factional struggle is the most disgusting when placed in the army to defend the homeland and defend the country.

At noon, he invited Li Yunlong and Lin Feng to dinner, and the dishes they ate were basically seasonal radish and cabbage.

The best thing on the whole table is a carp that is less than a pound or so.

"It's hard to catch this fish in the winter."

Lin Feng knew that he had bought it with his own money, so he patted Qian Berlin on the shoulder.

"You can see that you treat us as friends."

When the meal was almost eaten, Lin Feng made a condition.

"Are you willing to fight the Eighth Route Army? Your troops haven't been in this state for a long time, have they? ”

"It's not a secret, I now find a way to get all the food by myself, not to mention the equipment, it's all in the back, you can see for yourself."

Qian Berlin's eyes were red, and Li Yunlong glanced at it.

"Good guy, this equipment is not even as good as a little devil!"

The entire 33rd Army only has one mountain artillery, and if it starts, it must not be played to death with one hand?

"You're in such a bad situation."

"All the good equipment has been transferred, I had a mountain artillery regiment before, and now there is a mountain artillery company left."

Lin Feng sighed and shook his head.

"Don't let people go with us, otherwise, Jiang Guangtou won't let you go."

After Qian Bolin ate, he announced to everyone that he would no longer follow Jiang Guangtou.

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 lives on this. ”

Lin Feng immediately stood up.

"Your salary for entering the Eighth Route Army remains the same, and I will give you an extra 100 catties of millet every month!"

After solving all the concerns, the officers and men of the 33rd Army were willing to go with Lin Feng.

In these years, the grain is one price a day, but Lin Feng not only gives money, but also gives real food, and the whole family can live.

Isn't this soldier's food and salary also to feed his family?

Now that the food and wages are available, it is not iron-hearted to work with the Eighth Route Army!

Before dark, the 33rd Army had already completed its redressing, and followed Lin Feng back to the barracks area that had been prepared long ago.

"On behalf of the Eighth Route Army, I welcome Commander Qian!"

When the brigade commander got the news, he rushed to welcome him as soon as he got the news, and the equipment in the camp was all new and new.

"Howitzer, I haven't seen this thing in a long time!"

"And the anti-aircraft machine gun, I miss you to death."

It can be seen that these soldiers have the ability, but they have been hurt by the factional struggle.

Qian Bolin smiled a little embarrassedly and took someone back to tidy up the bedding.

The original garrison of the 33rd Army was empty, with folded military uniforms on the ground, and Bai Siming, Jiang's bald envoy, had a face that was difficult to see.

"I heard that the Eighth Route Army contacted them, so I hurried over, but now it's still a step too late, and they all ran away!"

angrily sprinkled fire on his clothes on the ground.

"Chief Bai, all the weapons in the camp are there, but there is no one, and even the underwear is all left."

Bai Siming smiled fiercely and gritted his teeth.

"Eighth Route Army, you are a good means! Wait for Lao Tzu. ”

In the evening, the brigade commander paid for a treat and let the middle and senior ranks of the 33rd Army participate.

"Today, I personally pay out of my pocket, please eat a meatball dumpling, don't hide it, take out the wine."

Eating dumplings and drinking wine again, but this group of guys is beautiful.

The three people in the cooking class made dumplings, but they didn't serve these people to eat...

"Don't worry, we have enough dumplings..."