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Chapter 388 Guerrilla Cadre Training Class 4

The driver was also triggered by Li Qinglin to talk about it. He said: "Of course, gasoline is easy to use, charcoal is just a substitute when there is no way. You saw it just now that the charcoal car has to be busy for a while, and there is a lot of smoke and ash, and there is not enough power. But isn't this a solution? Gasoline is in the hands of foreigners and is expensive. In the past, when our company used gasoline, the cost of burning gasoline alone reached more than half of the total cost. Now the Japanese have cut off all our sea routes, and gasoline cannot be bought. In fact, alcohol is also used.

It can replace gasoline. Many small cars in our company use alcohol, but alcohol is not cheap and the output is limited. We Chinese have many methods and many capable people. For example, the combustion furnace created by Mr. Tang Zhongming is cheap and of good quality. The gas it produces can completely replace gasoline. Our company's fuel-consuming cars have been changed to charcoal-burning cars. Don't think that charcoal is inconvenient and not too clean, but we have a lot of charcoal in China. We can use whatever we want. The Military Commission has already ordered transportation companies across the country to modify within a deadline."

"How much charcoal does this car need to run a hundred kilometers?" Li Qinglin asked.

"Our stove can run more than 300 miles at a time with charcoal added. I'll do it... a pound of charcoal can run about two miles," the young man who added charcoal replied after calculating for a while.

"This is very cheap..." Li Qinglin said.

The car was running smoothly, and at this moment, several people behind him shouted: "Stop, where are you guys who are you going to pull us?"

"The next stop is Minleyuan Station. Do you want to get off the bus?" the young man replied quickly.

"We are not here in the folk paradise. I have sat too far. Why don't you stop when you arrived at the station?" Several people behind him quarreled.

At this time, there was no rule to register for the station. Getting on and getting off the bus depends on the freedom of the passengers. If the passenger does not remind him, the car will generally not stop. Some careless passengers are indeed easy to pass the station.

The young man said a little aggrievedly: "Several bosses, you didn't tell me you want to get off the bus? I thought you knew where to get off the bus."

"You guys are bullying me, aren't you good legs? I'm working hard on the front line, but now I'm still bullied by you bastards?", "Stop the car and send me back, otherwise I'll smash your broken car." The people behind me cursed, and some people really started smashing the car.

Li Qinglin looked back and saw four soldiers sitting in the back half of the car, some with crutches and some with their arms hanging. These people were obviously sneaking out of the hospital and wounded soldiers.

Seeing the wounded soldiers making a fuss, the driver immediately parked the car on the side of the road and turned to the young man selling the tickets and said, "You can return the ticket money to the bosses."

The young man immediately took out the ticket and handed it to the wounded soldiers who were walking over, and bowed repeatedly, "I'm really sorry, it's my fault for the car to pass the station, and it also hurt the bosses to move back."

Among these wounded soldiers, one of them was leaning on crutches. He walked to the young man and suddenly picked up a crutch and hit the young man, and scolded: "Move your feet? Why do you want the old men to move? Look, can the old men move your feet? You kneel down first, and then the old men move your feet again, otherwise the old men will smash your broken car today."

Several other wounded soldiers also fanned the flames and said, "Kneel down, kneel down." At the same time, they began to kick the doors, windows and seats on the car.

Mu Guai hit the body, and the young man did not dare to fight back. His eyes were filled with tears after being wronged. At this time, passengers had already begun to persuade the wounded soldiers to forgive others, but they were still resolute, and smashing the vehicles became even more intense.

Since the War of Resistance Against Japan, due to frequent front-line wars, more and more wounded soldiers were transported to the rear. Many of these wounded soldiers will be disabled for life, and the government’s medical and pension work is not in place. Some wounded soldiers have resentment. These soldiers with resentment cannot do anything to the officials, so they pass on this resentment to innocent people. Small things like today have become a fuse to vent their resentment.

The local governments always stay away from these casual wounded soldiers, and they only hope that the government will send these people home as soon as possible. Including the military police who specialize in military discipline, they will eventually take the approach of turning big and small things into trouble for the wounded soldiers in the local area. This will further encourage the arrogance of the wounded soldiers, and the relationship between the military and civilians will become increasingly tense.

The wounded soldiers were making trouble unscrupulously, and the bus stopped there and could not drive away. The young man was really unable to do so. He had soft knees and was ready to kneel down for these people.

Li Qinglin really couldn't bear to see the young man suffer such grievances, so he stood up and said, "Brothers, the front line is the front line, the rear line is the rear. People have refunded the ticket money and apologized. Everyone is Chinese, don't do it too much."

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to poke a hornet's nest. These guys left the young man and rushed towards Li Qinglin. Someone cursed: "Oh, who didn't tie the belt this morning and exposed you? If he doesn't kneel, then you will kneel down for the old men."

Li Qinglin's face changed. Just as he was about to get angry, Ding Goudan, who was sitting beside him, pulled out twenty times. He pulled the bolt with his left hand and loaded it. Then he pointed the muzzle straight into the head of a wounded soldier in the lead and said, "Whoever dares to make trouble for him again will kill him."

Ding Goudan was really fast. The leading wounded soldier's eyes were dazzled, and then he saw a black muzzle pointing at his head. The change was too fast, and the wounded soldier was shocked.

Li Qinglin reached out and took out a document from his pocket. After opening it, he yangted it at them and said, "I have seen it clearly. This is an officer who certifies that the major of the Kuomintang army, Li Ligong, was threatened by an unknown armed person on the bus. Now I have the right to send you to the military police."

Because they were pretending to be businessmen when they came, Li Qinglin and the others were afraid that they might be intercepted and searched by the Japanese and puppets on the road, so they did not carry military uniforms with them. At this time, they were still wearing casual clothes. Now that Li Qinglin showed his officer certificate, these wounded soldiers realized that they had encountered a tough idea today.

It is not a big news for the wounded soldiers to cause trouble, but if they are sent to the military police team and accused by an officer, the consequences are not to be known. One of the wounded soldiers is smarter, and he quickly bowed and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we're blind. Let's get off the car now and get off now."

Looking at the wounded soldiers who had injured their arms and legs, Li Qinglin felt very uncomfortable. He signaled to Ding Goudan, and then said to the wounded soldiers earnestly: "Brothers, I know that you are all heroes when fighting the Japanese, but your enemies are Japanese, puppet troops. If you are angry, you should spread them to the Japanese. These are our people. Don't make mistakes about who the enemy is."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll never dare again next time, I won't dare again." The wounded soldiers bowed repeatedly, then helped each other get out of the car...
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