The clothes were ragged, but once they called out, the 12 people quickly lined up and became energetic instantly.

When Chen Shanhe saw them, the 12 of them stood like 12 pines, except for a short man wearing glasses who stood crookedly.

"Zhao Yilong, commander of the 1st Battalion and 1st Company of the 620th Regiment of the 7th Brigade of the North Camp of the Northeast Army, led his brothers to report to the commander."

The 620th Regiment of the 7th Brigade of the Northeastern Army's Beida Camp?

"Wang Tiehan's unit? The only unit in Beida Camp that resisted?"

Chen Shanhe looked at the 12 people in front of him in surprise, not including the one standing crookedly.

Zhao Yilong and the other 11 people stood up straight: "Yes!"

Wang Tiehan's troops were indeed the only one among the more than 7,000 people in Beida Camp who resisted. At that time, Beida Camp killed 40 Japanese soldiers in their only resistance.

"Wang Tiehan is now the commander of the 49th Army. Why are you not under his command? Why should you report to me?"

The designation of the North Camp of the Northeast Army has long been discontinued. Looking at Zhao Yilong in front of him mentioning this designation in front of him, it seems that he still put some thought into it.

He had some doubts that the few in front of him were deserters, but if they were deserters, how could they be brave enough to find him?

Zhao Yilong had known that there would be such a problem for a long time, and quickly explained: "During the Battle of Shanggao, we captured several Japanese officers, one of whom I had met with as a colonel when we were at the Beida camp.

I knew him, and he knew me. Enemies meet, so I killed him, and my brothers also killed other prisoners, 26 in total.

We killed prisoners, and we killed a Japanese colonel and 26 other captured officers. We killed so many high-level prisoners, which violated military law.

Even the military could not protect us, so they killed 12 of us. Now we are on the list of the 105th Division, and we are dead."

I understand, to be honest, even if Chen Shanhe dared to blatantly kill dozens of senior Japanese military officers and prisoners, his punishment would not be too light.

Therefore, the fate of Zhao Yilong and the dozen or so others was that they were killed on paper, and they themselves were let go. This was also the best way to deal with it.

"Then what are your plans for coming to me now?"

According to them, it is not difficult to verify it. We just want to see if it is necessary to verify it.

"The 12 of us are here to defect to you. We all dream of fighting back, to fight back to the Northeast, and to fight back to our hometown.

Chief Wang is becoming more and more powerful, but his troops are fighting farther and farther south. We don't want to go south. We want to go as far north as possible, and the farther north we can get closer to home.

We just want to go back to our hometown!"

Chen Shanhe understood that he really came to seek refuge with him.

But what the hell are 12 people?

What about the one standing crookedly?

He walked up to the crooked short man wearing glasses and said: "Relax, you don't have to imitate them. Come on, introduce yourself."

Li Gang reached out and touched his glasses, then stammered and began to introduce himself: "Report... Reporting sir, my name is Li Gang, I am a student of Central University, and I am also here to join you.

I want to fight the devil!

All my family members died in Jinling. I want to carry a gun to fight the Japanese and avenge them!

I heard that Brother Zhao and the others were going north to join you, so I came with them."

Zhao Yilong also explained for him: "Li Gang paid for our travel expenses all the way north.

If it were just us, we wouldn't have the money to travel north."

When Chen Shanhe heard this, he said: "Very good, very good. He is generous and generous. If you put it in Water Margin, it will be a timely rain for Song Jiang!"

He turned around and took two steps, then turned back to look at everyone: "Since they are all here to seek refuge with me, you must be mentally prepared.

The Eighth Route Army is very poor, so be prepared to endure hardships when you come!

I guess you have also heard of our reputation, Tubal Road!"

Zhao Yilong straightened his back and shouted loudly: "Sir, since we are here, we must be mentally prepared.

As long as he can lead us to fight the Japanese, go up the mountain of swords and go down the frying pan, we won't blink an eye.

Don’t talk about hardship!

When we were in the mountain city, we 12 brothers also made a living by picking goods and carrying sticks at the dock for others.

I only earn a few cents for a tiring day's work.

So when it comes to enduring hardship, we can still endure hardship!

Please rest assured, sir!"

Chen Shanhe nodded, with a look of relief on his face: "Very good, since you can endure hardship, then let's stay!

Also, your name is Li Gang, right?

Have you finished studying at Central University? What is your major?"

National Central University, after moving to Chongqing in 1937, was renamed Chongqing Central University. It is the highest-level university in this era.

What a talent!

"Sir, I am a student majoring in both science and engineering!"

Li Gang said quickly when he heard that he could stay.

"Study both science and engineering? So what are you good at?"

Chen Shanhe continued to ask.

When Li Gang talked about what he was good at, he became more confident: "In the mechanical industry, my results are very good!"

Suddenly, when he said this, he suddenly made a request: "Sir, I want to go to the frontline troops. I don't want to work in the machinery industry in the rear.

I want to carry a gun and fight the Japanese!"

Chen Shanhe glanced at him: "Do you think you are stupid or I am stupid?

A top science and engineering student from the National Central University is good at mechanical engineering. I ask you to carry a gun. If I really agree to your request, then I will be a fool!

Okay, okay, everyone packs up and goes to get two sets of clothes, and then goes to eat.

The Eighth Route Army is relatively poor and has poor food, so be patient!"

When Zhao Yilong's 12 people, plus Li Gang's 13 people, all received their clothes, they followed the orderly who led them to the canteen.

Holding the lunch box he had just received, the old man who was being beaten severely beat half of the rice in the lunch box, and then, while stunned, he received an egg, chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork boiled with cabbage, and a piece of pickled vegetables.

They walked all the way to the long dining table. All 13 of them were stupid.

Liu Quan stretched out his hand to scold Zhao Yilong and asked in a low voice: "Are we in the wrong place?

Is this the Eighth Route Army?

Is this the kind of food Tubal Road should have?

Eggs, chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork stewed with cabbage, are these things that even landlords and wealthy people would not dare to eat, right?"

Zhao Yilong was also dumbfounded. He swallowed hard: "Maybe we really went wrong. This may not be the Eighth Route Army. The Central Army doesn't even have this food!"

The orderly who had been leading them explained with a smile: "Today is a special meal day, and we don't have such good food on weekdays.

On weekdays, there is at most one egg, one pork and boiled cabbage, or one chicken and stewed mushrooms. If not, it is braised fish fillets.

These eggs are laid by the chickens we raise ourselves, which are large-scale and very cheap.

We also raise this chicken ourselves. Our chickens grow very fast, and it would be wasted if we don’t eat them.

It's just that pork costs a little money. I heard that there hasn't been a large-scale breeding yet and the cost can't be reduced, so we eat less and usually eat fish."

Zhao Yilong looked at each other with his brothers, and he remembered the way Chief Chen smiled and spoke just now.

"We in the Eighth Route Army are poor, so we must be prepared to endure hardships when we come..."
Chapter completed!