Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

With Zhao Minru's help, the problems of food and medicine were all resolved before the next day, and Wu Qianli's distribution of relief food also benefited from this.

Outside the east gate of Harbin City!
At this time, Chen Broadband led his troops to stand at the gate of the city, and behind them was a mountain of grain and rice noodles.

The people in Harbin City and the surrounding villages, who had already received the news, all rushed to hear the news.

"Fellow folks, although this winter has passed, the climate in the Northeast is still cold. Our regiment leader Wu couldn't bear the cold and starvation of the folks. Here, we will distribute some food, clothing and quilts to the fire. Everyone has a share, everyone can receive!"

As soon as Chen Kuan finished speaking, the crowd waiting in line suddenly became agitated, and everyone started to talk about it.

"Really, I thought it was just for show, now it's all right, I can have a full meal today!"

"Isn't it true? Didn't you see that the people in the front got it?"

"Hey, hey, look, there are not only steamed buns, but also bags of rice. The Eighth Route Army has spent a lot of money this time!"

"Isn't it? I've read in newspapers before that the Eighth Route Army is the people's army. I always thought it was a bragging, but I didn't expect it to be true. Now there is hope for us in the Northeast."

Everyone expressed their gratitude and admiration to the Eighth Route Army in every word.

A lame and blind old man walked up to Chen Kuan step by step with a wooden stick, and asked cautiously: "Comrade [-]th Route Army, can the old man also receive food?"

Chen Kuan turned his head to look, startled: "Master, you can take it, you can take it, but your eyes and legs."

The old man sighed helplessly: "The little devil did it."

"When the devils came to our village to ask for food, but we couldn't get it out, they started killing people. My newborn grandson was crushed to death by them on the stone mill, and they let me eat my food. I don't want the flesh and blood of the little grandson, I want to fight with them, and it ended up like this."

"These bastards!" Chen Kuan's eyes were red, and he punched the grain bag: "Master, who else is there in your family?"

The old man shook his head: "No, the village was burned down by them, and all the lucky ones who survived in the village were old men similar to me. In order to survive, we had to become beggars."

"God is not open, this winter didn't freeze our old bones to death, but let us live and continue to suffer!"

Speaking of the excitement, the old man picked up the stick and poked the ground fiercely, but his center of gravity was unstable. Fortunately, Chen Kuan had quick eyes and hands to support him.

All the people behind were also red-eyed, the world is like this, if it is not so desperate, who would want to die.

I would rather be a dog in a prosperous world than a person in a troubled world. These desperate people are probably thinking like this at this time.

Chen Kuan squeezed out a smile: "God, he opened his eyes. You have suffered too much in this life. He can't bear to take you away. He wants you to live a better life in the future."

"A good day?" The old man slowly raised his head to look at Chen Kuan, and there seemed to be a gleam of light in his eyes.

Chen Kuan turned his head to look at the crowd: "Folks, there have been years of wars, and people in all parts of China are struggling to survive. The devils bullied us and killed our brothers and sisters, which has aroused public anger."

"The people need to be the masters of the country, and the people need an army that can fight the devils and be the masters of the people. Our Eighth Route Army will fight the devils to the end to protect the Chinese nation."

"I know that you people in the Northeast have experienced too much suffering. The devils ruled the Northeast, the Northeast Army abandoned you, the national government army abandoned you, and you lost confidence in the Chinese army. But I can tell you that our Eighth Route Army will never abandon you. any of you."

"Although we don't have as many people as Guofu and the Northeast Army this time, I can guarantee that we will fight to the last moment and shed our blood to the last drop."

"I will always stand with the Chinese people and the people of the Northeast. The devils are in the Northeast, and the crimes committed in China must be repaid. We must let the millions of Kwantung soldiers know that the Chinese people are bloody, and the Chinese people will never do it." Subjugated slaves!"

"Drive away the devils, don't be a subjugated slave!"

"Drive away the devils, don't be a subjugated slave!"

Chen Kuan's words suddenly aroused the blood of all the people present, and they all shouted, as if dry wood met a flame, and a fire rose into the sky in their hearts.

Chen Kuan turned his head to look at the old man: "Old man, your legs and feet are inconvenient, I will send someone to bring these grains back with you later, we also have doctors here, and let them take a look at your body when the time comes , we will pay for the medical expenses for you!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Kuan waved his hand, and several soldiers carried the food bags and led several doctors towards the old man.

This scene was really seen by everyone. At this moment, everyone knew that the Eighth Route Army team kept what they said.

Not long after the old man left, a scruffy young man who followed him walked up to Chen Kuan.

Chen Kuan gave him a suit of clothes and a bag of food as usual, but the young man glanced at the food in front of him but didn't take it.

Chen Kuan was taken aback: "Young man, what are you?"

"I want to be a soldier!"

"I want to fight devils with you, I will not be a subjugated slave!"

"Whether you want it or not, I will follow you. I will follow you wherever you go!"

Chen Kuan was stunned, and couldn't help laughing: "If you want to fight devils, we welcome it. In this way, there will be our recruiting office in the city. You can report now!"

As soon as Chen Kuan finished speaking, the young man rushed towards the city without looking back, not even taking food and clothes.

A strange scene suddenly appeared at the gate of the city. A barefoot young man was running in front. Two soldiers were carrying a grain bag and the other was chasing with clothes, shouting words like "food, clothes" while running.

Everyone laughed and looked at Chen Kuan.

"Comrade, are you still recruiting troops?"

Chen Kuan nodded. Although he didn't speak, everyone understood what he meant.

The young people standing behind the line smiled at each other, then stepped out of the line and walked towards the city.

After returning home, some people who had already received food and clothing informed the current situation in Harbin.

In the afternoon of that day, the recruiters, who were so idle in the city that they were about to form spider webs, suddenly became busy. Looking at the crowds swarming towards the city, they thought it was an enemy attack at first.

But after confirming that they were all civilians who came to join the army, everyone had a painful and happy smile on the corners of their mouths.

The personnel in charge of recruiting knew that they would miss dinner again tonight, and hoped that at least they would not miss breakfast tomorrow.

On the tower, Zhao Gang looked at Wu Qianli with a smile when he saw this: "It seems that the issue of the source of soldiers has been resolved!"

Wu Qianli laughed and said, "As long as the news spreads, there won't be any problem with the source of soldiers in the future!"