I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Old Peng drank a sip of tea, and almost felt sorry for Yang Qingfeng and told him the truth, but forget it! Leng Qiang respected him so much, and he shouldn't say anything nonsense.

"There is something fishy about guarding the Jinpu Line and the Longhai East Line without fighting. But today I figured it out. We really can't fight. You don't need to know the reason. Don't send troops to poke a hornet's nest at will. The current task is still to develop. Try not to conflict with them. Shandong Province is so big, it doesn't matter where we develop."

"Let me ask you an important question. How is the base area actually controlled by Leng Qiang being run? Has a government organization been established? Is there anyone specifically trying to win people's hearts for them?"

"Not really. Apart from making some adjustments when there are large fluctuations in food, they don't do anything else. These cities under a state of anarchy are actually developing better. But they will never show mercy to bandits, bullies, and local hooligans. No need to ask questions. If they do, they will shoot them."

Mr. Peng nodded, drinking tea and thinking seriously. The analysis from northern Shaanxi was correct. His heart was not in this small province of Shandong! Could it be Kanto? Or let's just boldly predict that it was Japan? You can't guess randomly. Such people have their own rules and are difficult to win over! There is almost no chance. Unless he likes you and wants to follow you, any approach and show of goodwill will be useless.

On August 8, Zhang Liang led two special operations platoons back to Mengshan and secretly took away dozens of boxes of penicillin and dozens of kilograms of tea.

On August 8, a special team crossed the Jinpu Line from the direction of Huaiyin, Jinan, and entered the Liaocheng area. The red guerrillas along the way were highly nervous and kept a close eye on all the Japanese and puppet forces in the defense zone. They did not dare to relax until the team passed through the defense zone. The team hid during the day and moved at night, and entered the vast Taihang Mountain area from the west side of Handan on the 18st. So far, the journey of a big man to the Yimeng Mountains has come to an end. After seeing the pick-up team, Zhang Liang said goodbye to the mysterious man and returned with two special operations platoons.

At the foot of Mount Mengshan, Chen Feng reviewed the female soldiers from three companies of new recruits and finally met the legendary captain. Hundreds of new recruits completely forgot the rules they had just learned and instantly surrounded Chen Feng, chattering and expressing their admiration.

Chen Feng regretted seeing the enthusiastic faces. This is a hornet's nest! It's terrible, but he didn't feel disgusted in his heart, and even felt a little proud. Those who can regard him as an idol must be patriotic and clean-minded. Although they are a group of young women, they can be placed in various positions and play an important role after training. The delicate thoughts of women are incomparable to men, especially in medical and communication. Chen Feng held a discussion and found that there are many real scholars among them.

An ordinary chat made more than 300 female soldiers really quiet down. The troublemakers disappeared, the training became serious, and the voices that the training was too hard were gone. The four instructors were speechless. They had been teaching the rules for more than ten days, but it was not as effective as if the captain came down to hang out. They admired her but also felt a little angry. Why didn't she come down to help with the training for a few days instead of staying in the mountains doing nothing all day?

Chen Feng was not idle. Radio stations from all over the country had been calling. The special forces team had discovered at least thirty talents, including those who had returned from studying abroad, geniuses in physics, chemistry or biology, those who had studied weapons and munitions, secluded construction experts, down-and-out blasting experts, railway experts and medical experts who were being forced by the Japanese, and the most bizarre one had served on a US warship, although that was more than ten years ago.

The comprehensive survey of talents in the Yimeng Mountain area completely exceeded Chen Feng's expectations. Needless to say, all power was delegated to the special forces members who had contact with these talents. They were given a settling-in allowance of 200 yuan and a monthly salary of 20 yuan, which could be negotiated if it was not enough. Equipment imported from the United States would be provided, and financial, human and material support would be provided immediately for any research they wanted to conduct.

Those who were not well-off took the lead, especially the experts who were in dire straits. It was like pie in the sky! The special forces proposed the life in the Dawa Family Protection Zone, which made these talents very tempted. Instead of leaving their families in the Japanese-occupied area to face danger, it would be better to follow them to settle down and settle down. With 100 yuan, they could start a new life.

With the escort and protection of the special forces, there is no need to worry about the dangers on the road. The reason why I trust the special forces unconditionally is just because they are good at cold shooting.

The first to arrive was a pharmaceutical expert from Qingdao, 40 years old, named Lu Jianji. He was in his s and came from a relatively well-off family. He had learned all the knowledge about how to make the Chill Pills from Liang Peiji in Guangdong. The Japanese army had searched for this malaria-treating medicine in Guangdong many times without success. When they heard that Lu Jianji knew about the making of this medicine, they forced Lu Jianji, who had already returned to his hometown of Qingdao, to come out of retirement and issued an ultimatum. Without any hesitation, Lu Jianji took his family and followed the special forces to escape from Qingdao.

After hearing the word "malaria", Chen Feng ordered the special forces members to invite this person no matter what. In the jungle warfare in Southeast Asia, most of the non-combat casualties were caused by malaria.

At the foot of Mount Meng, Chen Feng brought Liu Kuang down the mountain to greet them personally. Lu Jianji brought his wife, one son and his sixty-year-old mother with him. He had been away from home for many years and these were the only relatives he could contact. He had no scruples about running away from Qingdao.

"Are you the captain of the Cold Gun Captain? You are much younger than my father."

"The origin of the world cannot be unreasonable."

"It's okay, Mr. Lu, I'm just a cold gun. Thank you for your hard work in traveling all the way. The food is ready. Come, let's eat first"!

"Captain Leng Qiang, although I have arrived, there is one thing I want to make clear. I don't know what direction your medicinal materials research is in. If it is a malaria problem, I cannot help. I promised Teacher Liang that I would not disclose any technology of Liang Peiji's cold pills."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu! I won't try to steal the things that others rely on for survival. Our Yimeng Pharmaceutical Factory is now focusing on anti-inflammatory drugs. As for the army, we are still focusing on anti-inflammatory drugs for internal and external injuries. We only have one kind of drug, penicillin, for now, and we don't have any professional talents. But since you are here, I will definitely continue to explore."

"Penicillin? You produce penicillin?"

"That's right, sir. Have you heard of penicillin? Come, let's go to the tent and have a rest first. The elderly and children are quite tired."

Lu Jianji was not calm. To be honest, he didn't care much about the treatment. As long as he had enough money to spend, it was fine. His purpose of coming here was to find a place where the Japanese dared not come. He knew that penicillin was used exclusively by the army. The occasional part of it was sold at a sky-high price. He didn't need to ask about its function. The price could explain everything. But he never expected that it was produced by the Yimeng guerrillas. After entering the tent and waiting for everyone to sit down, Lu Jianji asked impatiently:

"Captain Leng Qiang, is this penicillin produced exclusively by you?"