During the War of Resistance Against Japan: After being scattered at Cangyunling, he brought back a

"It shouldn't be like this!" Xie Jinyuan frowned.

He then quickly spoke up, "I know where the problem lies!"

"Commander Xie! Where is it?" Zhao Gang asked instinctively.

"Monk!"

"Commander!" the monk suddenly shouted.

"Go! Go back!"

"Tell logistics to send me a truckload of flour and canned beef!!"

"Yes! Captain!"

"Oh, right!"

"Have Old Zhang from logistics slaughter two pigs!"

"Bring your usual cooking pot!"

Just as the monk was about to leave, Xie Jinyuan gave him some instructions.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Old Zhao! I heard you're a pretty good shot? [Seeking flowers, monthly tickets, and ratings!]

"Commander Xie! What are you up to?" Zhao Gang couldn't help but ask after the monk left.

This involves both transferring goods and slaughtering pigs!

It's not Chinese New Year!

“Commissioner Zhao! Sometimes, we ordinary people are, you have to admit, quite clever!” Xie Jinyuan shook his head and said.

Zhao Gang is an intellectual, and still young, unaware of the cost of money!

There were no problems anywhere this time, except for one: they gave us too much stuff!

"Sun Debiao!"

"Captain!"

"Go! Get the atmosphere going!" Xie Jinyuan then pointed to a large drum that had already been set up to the side!

"Commander! You don't want me to go knock, do you?" Sun Debiao swallowed subconsciously.

You know, he was a company commander before! This kind of thing…

However, looking at the people on the side, they were either the regimental commander or the commissar, and the other soldiers also had work to do!

I gritted my teeth and went over there!

He grabbed two large drumsticks and started banging away!

It must be said that Sun Debiao has no musical talent, but he has great strength!

The loud drumbeats instantly attracted many villagers who were chatting idly nearby!

"it is good!"

"Okay!"

The group listened with increasing enthusiasm, and Sun Debiao had already found some rhythm. Although he was covered in sweat, he was completely excited!

"stop!"

"stop!"

"stop!"

Unable to bear the noise any longer, Xie Jinyuan stepped forward and interrupted.

"Commander! I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Sun Debiao said with a look of lingering satisfaction.

“Since you like banging so much, come back to the troupe, I’ll let you bang for a week! Okay?” Xie Jinyuan glared at him.

"Hehe! Commander, I was just kidding!"

Sun Debiao gave an awkward laugh.

"Why did it stop?"

"Why did you stop?"

"who are you?"

"Exactly! That was a great strike!"

Seeing Xie Jinyuan's appearance interrupt the festivities, many villagers looked displeased.

"Ha ha!"

"Fellow villagers!"

"Young man, you're exhausted! Look at you, covered in sweat!"

"Let him rest for a while, shall we?" Xie Jinyuan said with a smile.

Watching a spectacle is in the nature of the Chinese people, especially in this era. Let alone Sun Debiao playing the drums, even if Sun Debiao's thunderous voice were to start singing, it would attract a large crowd!

As soon as he finished speaking, all the villagers instantly lost interest!

Just as they were about to disperse!

"Fellow villagers!"

"Don't leave yet! I have a question for everyone!"

"The Japanese devils invaded our Chinese land, burning, killing, and looting. Everyone says that we men from northwestern Shanxi are all hot-blooded!"

"In ancient times, they would definitely be considered a northern wolf tribe! Why is no one joining the army to fight the Japanese now?"

Xie Jinyuan quickly spoke up.

“This officer, you must be their leader, right?” A middle-aged man who was relatively old stepped forward and asked.

"Ok!"

Xie Jinyuan nodded and smiled.

"That's settled then!"

“Tell your leader! We may be farmers, but we're not stupid!”

"Join the New Third Regiment and you'll get flour, canned goods, and two silver dollars!"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch!" the middle-aged man exclaimed.

"that is!"

"that is!"

"Don't take advantage of us country folk who are uneducated!"

"His second aunt's son joined the Central Army to fight the Japanese a few days ago, and they only gave him two bags of coarse grain!"

"They say you only get one silver dollar if you die in battle! You join the army and get two! Who would believe that!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the entire room seemed to have been opened up with a floodgate of conversation!

You chime in and I chime in!

"I think the Central Army is the most reliable choice for joining the army to fight the Japanese!"

"I heard that the Eighth Route Army soldiers don't even have oil or fat in their food, and some of them even go to the battlefield carrying pickaxe handles!"

"How can you fight the Japanese with a pickaxe handle? Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Folks!"

"Folks!"

Without a single shout to stop, Xie Jinyuan suddenly roared loudly.

Finally, calm was restored to the scene!

"Fellow villagers!"

"Using a pickaxe handle to fight the Japanese devils? Those are little devils, not livestock!"

"That seems unlikely!"

"To tell you the truth! Fellow villagers, I am the commander of the new Third Regiment!"

"I can guarantee that everything written on it is true!"

"Two silver dollars, a bag of flour, and a can of beef!" Xie Jinyuan said in a strong and clear voice.

"Captain?"

"What's wrong with the commander! Doesn't the commander ever lie?"

"That's right! That's two silver dollars!"

The villagers were taken aback at first, but then returned to normal. Xie Jinyuan could only feel exhausted.