As soon as Mr. Chen entered the venue, he was warmly welcomed. All the students and young people were red-hearted. They traveled thousands of miles to Yan'an with their patriotic passion to participate in the anti-Japanese war and serve the country. Unfortunately, many people at home disagreed, and some even wrote to Yan'an to ask for people.

Today, an elder finally came to visit everyone and delivered a passionate speech, calling on everyone to work together, unite and be friendly, and drive the Japanese devils back to their hometown. How could they not be excited?

Then, Mr. Chen talked to the students one by one and asked them if they were unhappy after coming here and whether they had any difficulties.

The students and workers shook their heads repeatedly, saying that the Eighth Route Army treated them very well and never regarded everyone as outsiders. On the contrary, they also attached great importance to their knowledge. Many of the early ones have become cadres.

Then, Mr. Chen asked everyone to be arrogant and impetuosocial, and not to retreat when encountering difficulties. The whole country is now in dire straits. Everyone should give full play to their abilities and strive for the anti-Japanese cause!

Mr. Chen still found two people standing in the group of chickens. There was no way. The people who came to the party were all dressed in bright clothes, at least washed cleanly. Some even wore dresses. Not like them, they were covered in dust, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder. They couldn't help but attract attention.

"Haha, I know you, a young man who can win if you fight. What's your name?"

Chen Dashan didn't know why Zhao Hu wanted to win, so he looked at the two of them foolishly. Zhao Hu stepped on his feet and said whispered: "Well, Mr. Chen, he is my classmate. When he first entered university, the Japanese army invaded China, so he still couldn't understand our dialect."

Mr. Chen was also a little puzzled: "Don't understand the dialect? He just sang in Minnan. That song is really well written!"

It's over, Zhao Hu doesn't understand a word now. There is no popular Mandarin now. Even in the army, all kinds of dialects are published. If you don't get used to it for a long time, you don't know what the order given by the platoon leader is.

He had to cough twice: "Well, Mr. Chen, my name is Zhao Hu. Otherwise, we all speak English, right? I can say this."

Mr. Chen was happy: "I didn't expect that Xiao Zhao was still an intellectual, it was rare!"

Zhao Hu had no choice but to explain to Mr. Chen: "This is all taught to me by classmate Chen Dashan." When Mr. Chen heard this, he turned to Chen Dashan and said, "I heard that you have a Jimei accent. Where is your hometown?"

Chen Dashan immediately sweated on his back. He was an honest man and never said he was panicking.

Looking up, seeing Zhao Hu's gaze, he could only say with a thorn in his mouth: "I am from Shunxitang, Jimei, and my uncle's name is Wu Jingzhang."

My uncle is true, and the surname Chen is true, but if you say you have a relationship with Mr. Chen, you may have to be separated by eight poles.

Mr. Chen thought for a while before nodding slightly: "Well, I remembered that he is the young master of the old scholar Wu's family, right?"

"Yes, yes, my grandfather used to be a scholar, but unfortunately later..."

Chen Dashan couldn't continue to say anything. Grandpa's death was also due to the incompetence of the authorities. He was so angry that he died without treatment.

"Speaking of this, Mr. Wu is also a person I respect. Your name is Chen Dashan, right? I have a good chat with me later, and I finally meet my children in my hometown."

As soon as he came out, the fat pig was about to move forward, Zhao Hu coughed suddenly, and Chen Dashan whispered beside Mr. Chen: "Uncle?"

Mr. Chen said "um" without comment. Chen Dashan got the arrow and immediately turned around and changed his face: "Hey, what about you, you are so fat, and you still have to move forward. Didn't you see blocking your uncle's way?"

The fat man was stunned. He wanted to complain, but he didn't expect that even his uncle had made up. What's the origin of these two young boys? He couldn't do it if he didn't have to suffer any loss.

This case cannot be sued, but you have to be careful. If someone says something, Nanyang will stop helping him, it will be light for his superiors to let him take a gun!

When he arrived at his residence, an Eighth Route Army cadre came forward to ask, but Du Lengding next to him whispered a few words and immediately kept silent.

After the entourage poured tea, Mr. Chen waved his hand to let him leave. The entourage was unwilling to do so. Mr. Chen pretended to be angry and said, "This is my nephew. Can't they believe it?"

As soon as the door was closed, Mr. Chen smiled and said to Zhao Hu, "Tell me, Mr. Zhao, my cheap nephew obeys you. You must have something extraordinary to you. What's the matter with me?"

Zhao Hu floated out a light sentence: "Nanyang is over!"

Mr. Chen was suddenly shocked, but continued to ask without saying a word: "Can I take it as an alarmist?"

"It's a fact. Since the Japanese army was defeated last time in Nomenkan, the base camp has adjusted its strategic goals. The next step is to guide Nanyang!"

"Nanyang is Daying... Forget it, it's better not to mention their combat effectiveness, but will the Americans allow the Japanese to attack?"

Zhao Hu smiled, drew a simple picture on the table with tea, and pointed to a place and said, "What if the Japanese dared to move even the Americans? You know, the Americans are not as powerful as they imagined, but the Japanese Navy has a huge fleet. They are frugal and build warships, not to show their power at sea!"

Mr. Chen took a sudden breath. He was knowledgeable and had a little research on the world pattern. At this time, if he thought about it carefully, if the Japanese got crazy, there would be no one to stop them.

Then, the problem is that after the Japanese occupied Nanyang, they would definitely start a massacre. The fattest Nanyang, except for the British colonists, even if they were Chinese abroad, the British Empire had some military protection, but the overseas Chinese were all fat, but they had no weapons. Isn’t it the fat meat in front of them?

Looking up again, Zhao Hu pointed his eyes at Chen Dashan: "Dashan is my elite soldier. All strategies and tactics are top talents. He also has a certain understanding of military engineering. He is also Mr. Chen's son and nephew. Therefore, I want to ask Mr. Chen to take him back to Nanyang and prepare for the future!"

Mr. Chen pondered again: "But there is still this funding for the British? Alas!"

Zhao Hu asked Chen Dashan to take out documents from his bag and then explained one by one: "The British don't have to worry about it. You can find a place to train troops, and you don't have to worry about the funds. These are some of the results of our previous research. Unfortunately, the domestic production is not available for the time being, so you can only entrust Mr. Chen to help."

Mr. Chen opened the document, read it roughly, and then praised: "With these inventions as a helping hand, why worry about the big thing going forward?"
Chapter completed!