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

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Just as Xie Jinyuan was about to speak again!

Buzz!

Suddenly, a crisp roar of an engine rang out!

Immediately afterward, a military truck slowly appeared in the distance!

A young man in a gray military uniform was sticking out from outside the front of the car!

Then, with a sudden, spectacular drift, the car's rear end was facing right at the crowd!

"Folks!"

"Whether you believe it or not!"

"Seeing is believing!"

"Open the carriage curtain!" Xie Jinyuan then gestured.

As the curtain was pulled open, everything inside the carriage was instantly revealed to everyone!

The train car was filled with piles of white flour, probably more than half full, while the remaining small portion was canned beef!

In fact, one of the villagers had seen it before and immediately shouted, "This is genuine Japanese canned beef!"

"What does canned beef taste like?!"

"Tell us what his second uncle has to say!"

"Exactly! Tell me!"

It immediately caused a huge commotion!

"Give it!"

"Excuse me, fellow villager!"

Just then, a flatbed cart arrived late, carrying the monk!

Pushing aside the crowd, the monk walked to Xie Jinyuan's side, next to a burly middle-aged man!

"Fellow villagers! Please be quiet!"

"This is our cook from the New Third Regiment!"

"Tell the villagers how the food is in our new Third Regiment?" Xie Jinyuan asked loudly.

"Captain!"

"In our new Third Regiment, we now eat wheat flour every two days and meat twice a week!"

"During holidays, we slaughter two big fat pigs, and we also serve them canned beef from the Japanese devils!" The middle-aged man straightened his back and spoke arrogantly.

This kind of food is something you can't find anywhere else in China, let alone the Central Army!

"Folks!"

"You won't believe me!"

Then he suddenly ripped off the middle-aged man's apron and raised the chef's knife tucked into his waistband. "Folks, did you see that?"

"This is a freshly slaughtered, fat pig; there are still pig bristles clinging to the knife!"

"It was originally intended as an extra meal for the soldiers!"

"If you sign up now, you'll not only get big money, but also a white coat!"

"Everyone gets a share of this big, fat pig!"

Xie Jinyuan said loudly.

Meanwhile, Lao Zhang, the kitchen staff member, quickly lifted the large pot off the shelf!

The moment you lift the lid, the aroma fills the air!

It turned out that he had only cooked half of the stew when he received an order from the commander, so Old Zhang had no choice but to bring the contents of the big pot with him!

Meanwhile, the villagers were already itching to get in, drawn by the aroma!

A truckload of flour and canned goods is definitely not fake!

The atmosphere remained subdued for a few minutes!

"Comrade Commander!"

"I'll join the New Third Regiment to fight the Japanese!"

A middle-aged man, around thirty years old, spoke up.

As the first sound rang out!

"Comrade Commander!"

"Me too!"

"Commander! I'd like to register my son..."

……

"Commander Xie! You see things very clearly!"

Seeing the villagers' enthusiastic attitude, Zhao Gang immediately realized what had happened!

It has to be said that Commander Xie has a thorough understanding of people's hearts!

"Commissioner Zhao!"

"You're a top student who graduated from the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University, so you're definitely lacking in these areas!"

“However, you still have plenty of time to grow!” Xie Jinyuan said truthfully.

Even though Zhao Gang also grew up in the countryside, his views are definitely very different from those of someone who has lived two lives!

"Ok!"

"Thank you, Commander!"

"Should we notify the other recruitment sites?" Zhao Gang suddenly asked, frowning.

Presumably, the situation is the same at other recruitment sites!

"Need not!"

"Old Zhao! Do you believe that by the afternoon at the latest, the news here will have spread throughout the surrounding area?"

Xie Jinyuan said with a joking expression.

"afternoon?"

"How can this be?"

Zhao Gang looked incredulous and frowned.

"Commissioner Zhao! Calling you Commissioner Zhao is too official. Let's just call you Old Zhao!"

"Old Zhao! I heard the soldiers say you're a good shot?"

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"marksmanship?"

Zhao Gang looked puzzled.

Then it suddenly occurred to him that when he passed by the drill ground, he had seen a soldier practicing target shooting and couldn't resist going up and performing for him!

"Thank you, Captain!"

To be honest!

"While studying at the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University!"

"My instructor said I have the potential to become a sniper!" Zhao Gang shook his head helplessly.

But a hobby is just a hobby; even the best marksmanship can't save the country!

No matter how capable a person is, their abilities are still limited!

"Sniper?"

"Well! Thank you, Commander! Actually, a sniper is a marksman who engages in precision shooting; that's a more official way of putting it!"

"In our common parlance, they're also called sharpshooters!" Zhao Gang suddenly realized and explained, his words sounding too official.

"Old Zhao!"

"I really didn't realize that!"

Xie Jinyuan said with a joking expression.