Chapter 59 Captain Li, I'm sorry again
"Will we meet again?"
Yang Lin muttered to himself in confusion.
The car had already started and sped away with a rumble, leaving behind only a cloud of flying dust.
"What, he is Yang Lin?"
When the bandits from Heiyun Village heard Yang Lin's self-introduction, they all looked shocked.
There was no other reason, Yang Lin's name was too famous in the northwest of Shanxi, especially among the bandits who often needed to go down the mountain to gather information.
They may not know Yang Lin, but they are already familiar with his name.
Some guys couldn't help but whisper, and they talked about how much Yang Lin's head was worth.
The look he gave Yang Lin also became a little strange, filled with a hint of greed, and it felt like he had seen a mountain of gold.
"What about 50,000 yuan? That was a while ago. After the Wanjia Town incident, the price has risen to 100,000 yuan now."
As his character level increased, Yang Lin's hearing was several times better than that of an ordinary person. He could hear all the conversations of several bandit henchmen not far away.
"What are you bastards mumbling about? Do you want to take Yang Lin's head and ask the Japanese to exchange it for cash?"
"Commander Yang, we dare not, we dare not! We just can't help but want to worship you..."
The bandits were so frightened that they trembled, waved their hands hurriedly, and began to flatter Yang Lin.
"Commander Yang, I, Xie Baoqing, am not familiar with Mount Tai. Please forgive me if I have offended you."
Xie Baoqing was in awe of Yang Lin. When he saw Yang Lin turning his head towards him, he quickly bowed his head and submitted.
There was no way. This guy was a ruthless person who could destroy the Japanese regiment headquarters at will and attack the county town at will. Destroying his Black Cloud Village was just a matter of moving his fingers.
"Thank you, Boss. We are friends after a fight. It's just a small misunderstanding, so don't take it to heart."
After a pause, Yang Lin patted Xie Baoqing on the shoulder again and said, "Also, Mr. Xie, if you trust me, please listen to my advice. Being a bandit is not a long-term solution."
"The Japanese will be defeated by us sooner or later. When that happens, the government forces will be free to fight against the bandits."
"By then, if you want to fight against the government forces with the power of Black Cloud Village, it will be like an ant trying to shake a tree."
"So, Mr. Xie, you have to make plans early."
The reason why Yang Lin said all this to Xie Baoqing was mainly because he was also a bandit when he traveled through time. Perhaps it was due to subtle influence that he couldn't help but develop a different kind of emotion towards bandits.
Of course, there is a more important reason, that is, Xie Baoqing’s crime does not deserve the death penalty.
The reason why Yang Lin had no intention of incorporating Heiyun Village was because these bandits had more or less acquired some bad habits, which were almost impossible to change in a short period of time .
They had not received any military training, and their combat effectiveness and discipline were even inferior to those of the Imperial Army.
Incorporating such a group of people will not only fail to enhance the independent battalion's combat effectiveness, but may even cause the independent battalion to go backwards.
The bandits in Hongyunling were very different. He had been the boss for several years and understood their habits. He also had absolute prestige and could suppress them and order them to do anything.
Xie Baoqing thought for a moment and said, "Thank you for your advice, Commander Yang. I will consider it carefully."
Yang Lin nodded, and kindly reminded: "Oh, there is one more thing. You can provoke the Japanese devils, the Shanxi Suiyuan Army and the Central Army, but never provoke the Eighth Route Army, especially the mountain cats. Otherwise, even gods can't protect your Black Cloud Village."
"Okay, I'll remember that."
Although Xie Baoqing was very confused, he still nodded solemnly.
"The mountains remain green, the water flows on forever. Thank you, Boss. We'll see you later!"
"See you later!"
The two of them clasped their fists to each other and left.
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"Commander, Commander!"
When the soldiers of the guard platoon saw Yang Lin coming back, they all rushed over to salute and greet him.
"Everything has been resolved, let's go back."
After saying that, Yang Lin opened the passenger and got in.
"Ding! System prompt, congratulations to the host, you have achieved the achievement of "Drawing a Sword to Help", and obtained 5 boxes of penicillin, merit points +30,000, experience points +30,000."
"Penicillin, isn't this penicillin? It's really good stuff!"
Yang Lin knew the effects of penicillin, a drug that can fight bacterial infections.
He had received more than one penicillin injection as a child, and it was always painful.
This thing may be just a 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 medicine, which led to wound infection and inflammation, and they died of illness.
There is a plot in "Bright Sword" where Li Yunlong is seriously injured. Because there are no antibiotics, it will be difficult for him to survive even after surgery.
After receiving the news, Political Commissar Zhao Gang immediately rushed to the hospital with the "magic medicine", penicillin, and rescued Li Yunlong from the hands of the King of Hell.
Therefore, one can imagine the importance of penicillin during World War II.
On the way back, because of the encounter with Heiyun Village, Yang Lin thought of Monk Wei again.
"This guy should still be held in the prisoner-of-war camp of Yamamoto's special forces."
“I hope it’s not too late!”
"Captain Li, I'm sorry again!"
Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Lin's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cunning fox-like smile.
At the beginning, Yang Lin had thought about recruiting Zhang Dabiao, Sun Desheng and others.
But the thought only flashed through his mind and was quickly dispelled.
Because Zhang Dabiao and Sun Desheng were already Li Yunlong's loyal subordinates, they had extremely firm beliefs that could not be shaken at all.
Wanting them to leave the Eighth Route Army and join the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army is nothing but a pipe dream.
Before being captured by the Japanese army, Monk Wei was a member of the Nationalist Army. He even looked down on the Eighth Route Army's crude equipment.
If it weren't for Li Yunlong's personal charm that conquered him, Monk Wei would never have joined the Eighth Route Army.
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After returning to the Luotuoling Independent Battalion, Yang Lin immediately distributed military uniforms to the soldiers.
All the soldiers in the battalion put on brand new military uniforms. Their faces were filled with happy smiles, and each of them looked like a new son-in-law.
"Battalion Commander, you are really resourceful. Where did you get so many brand new military uniforms? They look like they belong to the Eighth Route Army." Wen Peng, the captain of the baggage company, asked curiously.
"This was given to me by Li Yunlong, the former commander of the New 1st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, hehe." Yang Lin smiled cunningly and pretended to be mysterious.
"Oh, I thought you stole it from the Eighth Route Army."
"What are you thinking? You even steal things from your friendly forces. Who do you think I am?"
Yang Lin rolled his eyes, and Wen Peng could only smile to hide the embarrassment on his face.
Then, Yang Lin turned his head and looked at Ma Gan beside him, and ordered: "Captain of the First Company, starting from tomorrow, in addition to the regular training, you will investigate one more thing for me."
Ma Gan asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"
Yang Lin said solemnly, "Go and investigate for me where there are Japanese prisoner-of-war camps in the northwest of Shanxi."
"yes!"
Ma Gan straightened his body and responded loudly.
Then, Yang Lin sent another telegram to Ding Wei of the New 1st Regiment.
In the northwestern Shanxi region, the Eighth Route Army is much more well-informed than this dragon that has crossed the river.
