I rise from the sword

Chapter 59 Leader Li, I'm Sorry Again
"Will we meet again?"

Yang Lin talked to himself with some doubts.

The car had already started, and it sped forward with a bang, leaving only a cloud of flying dust.

"What, he is Yang Lin?"

When the bandits in Heiyunzhai heard Yang Lin's self-introduction, they all showed shocked expressions.

Without him, Yang Lin's name is too resounding in Northwest Shanxi, especially these bandits who often need to go down the mountain to inquire about news.

They may not know Yang Lin, but they already know his name like thunder.

Some guys couldn't help muttering even more, they talked about how much Yang Lin's head was worth.

Looking at Yang Lin's gaze also became a little weird, full of a trace of greed, it felt like seeing a golden mountain.

"What is 5 yuan, that was a while ago. After the Wanjia Town incident, it has now risen to 10 yuan."

With the improvement of the character level, Yang Lin's hearing has been several times that of ordinary people, and he can hear all the conversations of the bandits not far away.

"What are you bastards muttering about? You want to use my Yang Lin's head to find a little devil in exchange for Dayang?"

"Mr. Yang, don't dare, dare not! We just can't help but want to worship you..."

The bandits trembled with fright, waved their hands hastily, and flattered Yang Lin.

"Mr. Yang, there are people in my Xie Baoqing who don't know Mount Tai. Please forgive me if I offend you."

Xie Baoqing was in awe of Yang Lin, and when he saw Yang Lin turn his head, he bowed his head and gave in.

There is no other way, this man is so ruthless that even the Devils United Team Headquarters will fight as he says, and even the county town is ruthless. It is not a matter of moving his fingers to destroy his Heiyunzhai.

"Master Xie, you and I don't know each other. Don't take it to heart if there is a little misunderstanding."

After a pause, Yang Lin patted Xie Baoqing's shoulder again, and said, "Besides, Master Xie, if you can trust me, listen to my advice. Being a bandit is not a long-term solution."

"Sooner or later, Little Japan will be defeated by us. At that time, the government army will be free to suppress the bandits."

"At that time, if you want to fight against the government army with the power of your Black Cloud Village, it will be like shaking a tree with a mayfly."

"So, Master Xie, you have to make plans early."

The reason why Yang Lin said this to Xie Baoqing was that he was also a bandit as a transmigrated identity. Perhaps it was a subtle reason that made him feel a different kind of emotion towards bandits.

Of course, there is another more important reason, that is, Xie Baoqing is not guilty of death.

The reason why Yang Lin didn't plan to incorporate Heiyun Village was because these bandits were more or less infected with some bad habits, and it was almost impossible to change them in a short time.

They have not received any military training, and their combat effectiveness and discipline are not even as good as those of the Royal Association Army.

Incorporating such a group of people will not only fail to improve the combat effectiveness of the independent battalion, but may even reverse the independent battalion.

But the bandits in Hongyunling are very different. He has been the head of the family for several years, understands their habits, and has absolute prestige. He can suppress them and order them to do anything.

Xie Baoqing thought about it for a while, and said, "Thank you, Officer Yang, for your guidance. I will consider it carefully."

Yang Lin nodded, and reminded him kindly: "By the way, there is one more thing, you can provoke the little devils, you can also provoke the Jinsui Army and the Central Army, and you must not mess with the Eighth Route Army, especially the Bobcats. Otherwise, even a god can't keep your Black Cloud Village."

"Okay, I remember."

Although Xie Baoqing was puzzled, he still nodded solemnly.

"The green mountains will not change, and the green waters will flow forever. Thank you for being the head of the family. We will meet again later!"

"There will be a period later!"

The two hugged each other and left.

……

"Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander!"

When the soldiers of the guard platoon saw Yang Lin coming back, they rushed over to salute and say hello.

"Everything is settled, let's go back."

After speaking, Yang Lin opened the front passenger's door, turned over and got in.

"Ding! The system prompts, congratulations to the host, you have achieved the achievement of "Draw the Sword to Help" and get 5 boxes of penicillin, merit points +30000, and experience points +30000."

"Penicillin, isn't this just penicillin? What a good thing!"

Lin Yang knew about the effects of penicillin, a drug that fights bacterial infections.

He had penicillin injections more than once when he was a child, and he was always in pain.

This thing may be just a very common medicine in later generations, but during World War II, it was definitely more precious than gold.

On the battlefield, many soldiers did not die directly on the battlefield, but because they were injured and could not receive effective treatment due to the shortage of medicines, resulting in wound infection and inflammation, and died of illness.

There is a scene in Bright Sword, Li Yunlong is seriously injured, because there is no antibiotics, it is difficult to survive even after surgery.

After political commissar Zhao Gang got the news, he immediately rushed to the hospital with the 'miracle medicine', namely penicillin, and only then snatched Li Yunlong back from the hands of King Yan.

Therefore, the importance of penicillin during World War II can be imagined.

On the way back, because of encountering Heiyun Village, Yang Lin thought of Monk Wei again.

"This guy should still be imprisoned in the prisoner-of-war camp of the Yamamoto Special Forces."

"Hopefully it's still too late!"

"Leader Li, I'm sorry again!"

Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Lin's mouth rose slightly, revealing a fox-like sly smile.

In the beginning, Yang Lin had thought about recruiting Zhang Dabiao, Sun Desheng and others.

But this idea just flashed in his mind and was quickly dispelled.

Because Zhang Dabiao and Sun Desheng are already Li Yunlong's loyal subordinates, they have extremely firm beliefs, which cannot be shaken at all.

Wanting them to leave the Eighth Route Army and join the Jinsui Army is tantamount to dreaming.

Before Monk Wei was captured by the Japanese army, he was originally in the national army, and he even looked down on the crude equipment of the Eighth Route Army.

If Li Yunlong's personality charm had not conquered him, it would have been impossible for Monk Wei to join the Eighth Route Army.

……

Back at the Luotuoling Independent Battalion, Yang Lin immediately distributed the military uniforms to the soldiers.

The soldiers of the whole battalion put on brand-new military uniforms, and their faces were filled with happy smiles, all of them looked like new uncles.

"Battalion Commander, you really have a way. Where did you get so many brand new military uniforms? It looks like the Eighth Route Army." Wen Peng, the commander of the supply company, asked curiously.

"This was given to me by Li Yunlong, the former head of the New First Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, hehehe." Yang Lin smiled slyly, pretending to be mysterious.

"Oh, I thought you snatched it from the Eighth Route Army."

"What are you thinking? Even stealing things from friendly troops, who do you think I am?"

When Yang Lin rolled his eyes, Wen Peng could only smile to hide the embarrassment on his face.

Then, Yang Lin turned his head to look at the hemp stick beside him, and ordered: "First company commander, from tomorrow onwards, besides the regular training, you guys will investigate one more thing for me."

Ma Gan asked suspiciously: "What is it?"

Yang Lin said solemnly: "Go and investigate for me, where is there a prisoner-of-war camp for little devils in Northwest Shanxi?"

"Yes!"

Ma Gan straightened his body, and suddenly agreed.

Instead, Yang Lin sent another telegram to Ding Wei of the Xinyi regiment.

In the northwestern Shanxi region, the news of the Eighth Route Army is much more well-informed than his dragon crossing the river.

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(End of this chapter)