Yang Jisheng, formerly known as Ma Shangde, also named Jisheng.
He also has a name, Jingyu.
Wang Liangyu held Yang Jisheng's hand excitedly and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say. His eyes were red and he couldn't help himself.
Yang Jisheng was a little confused and looked at Wang Liangyu in surprise: "What are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Wang Liangyu wiped his face, looked deeply at Yang Jisheng, and said nothing more.
Wang Liangyu didn't understand the current situation. He was not sure whether the Yang Jisheng in front of him was that person. The same name and surname were too common in China.
Yang Jisheng noticed that Wang Liangyu was deliberately hiding something, but he did not ask further questions. He just said: "This place is dangerous. The puppet troops will come after us at some point. We'd better move as soon as possible!"
After collecting some loot, the puppet soldiers were tied together, and Wang Liangyu left with Yang Jisheng and his party.
Before leaving, Wang Liangyu took back his parcel.
After climbing over the low mountain, the group headed towards the depths of the dense forest.
Yang Jisheng looked at Wang Liangyu who was following him, feeling suspicious, and suddenly asked: "I wonder how Mr. Gong is doing now?"
"Mr. Gong?" Wang Liangyu was startled and looked at Yang Jisheng in confusion, "Who is it?"
Upon hearing this, both Yang Jisheng and the other four soldiers changed their expressions and looked at Wang Liangyu warily.
One soldier even pulled out a gun, pointed it at Wang Liangyu, and reached out to pick off the package on Wang Liangyu. He had long thought that the package was a bit strange, maybe it contained a radio station!
Wang Liangyu was not stupid. He understood immediately and raised his hand with a wry smile: "I think you have misunderstood. I don't know Mr. Gong."
"Aren't you from the Chinese Warriors Association?" Yang Jisheng signaled the soldiers to put down their guns, turned to look at Wang Liangyu, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Chinese Samurai Association? This name looks a bit familiar!
Judging from the name, it probably has something to do with martial arts.
Wang Liangyu whispered secretly in his heart, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he had an idea in an instant.
"I heard that the Japanese invaders invaded China, and I came back from overseas just to serve the motherland!" Wang Liangyu held his head high, with an impassioned look on his face.
"What's going on with your kung fu?" Listening to Wang Liangyu's sincere words, Yang Jisheng lost his doubts and asked again.
Wang Liangyu shrugged and explained with a smile: "My master smuggled to Amei a few years ago. I was lucky enough to join his disciples and learn martial arts." After a pause, he pointed to the big backpack behind him, "
If you don’t believe it, you can take a look at the things in my bag. I brought them all back from Ami after all the hard work."
While talking, Wang Liangyu unloaded the package, opened it himself, and took out the contents.
After having a time travel experience, Wang Liangyu has more experience. Although there are still the same types of things, food, medicine, and tools, the food is much less than last time. There are only some compressed biscuits for emergency use. After all, there is the White Ape Sword.
With the Dharma at his side, Wang Liangyu does not have to worry about food.
On the other hand, the reserve of medicines has been greatly increased. In the plight of ancient times where there was a shortage of doctors and medicines, once you get sick, even if it is just a minor illness like a cold, you are not guaranteed to be gone. Although Wang Liangyu has not encountered this situation yet,
Just in case, Wang Liangyu has prepared a lot of various medicines, so you can never go wrong.
"This is cephalosporin, an anti-inflammatory drug that is better than sulfa!" Wang Liangyu took out a bottle of cephalosporin capsules and introduced it.
Wang Liangyu bought the cephalosporin from the pharmacy. In order to save space, he took it all apart after buying it and put it into a bottle. There were not many, just a hundred pills.
Hearing this, Yang Jisheng's expression suddenly changed. He rushed over with a quick step and stretched out his hand to grab the bottle. Then he shrank back and stared at Wang Liangyu: "Is what you said true? This cephalosporin is bisulfonamide."
Is it easy to use?"
Although penicillin, also known as penicillin, was discovered very early, it was not mass-produced until 1943. Therefore, before that, sulfonamides were widely used anti-inflammatory drugs during World War II. In backward China, sulfonamides were more expensive than gold and were extremely scarce.
, I can’t even buy it if I want to.
"Well, Ami's new invention!" Wang Liangyu nodded, then grimaced and complained unintentionally, "Omei is the most hateful, she hides all the good things and doesn't let us see them at all, but I have no time to
It took a lot of effort to get it done."
After speaking, Wang Liangyu handed the bottle filled with cephalosporin capsules to Yang Jisheng.
Yang Jisheng subconsciously took it, then came to his senses and returned the bottle with a look of reluctance.
At this time, Yang Jisheng had begun to believe Wang Liangyu. Although the efficacy of cephalosporins has not yet been verified, this thing cannot be faked, and it is easy to verify. If Wang Liangyu wants to fool people with fake things, it will be too easy for him to fool people.
"I worked so hard to bring it back just for you to use." Wang Liangyu looked casual and stuffed the bottle into Yang Jisheng's arms.
Although Yang Jisheng was moved, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart: "Do you know me?"
Wang Liangyu shook his head, nodded again, and pointed to the red five-pointed star on the brim of Yang Jisheng's hat: "I know it!"
Hearing this, Yang Jisheng no longer had any doubts about Wang Liangyu. He held Wang Liangyu's hand tightly and said affectionately: "Thank you for your support to us!"
"This is what every Chinese person should do!" Wang Liangyu said with a smile, calmly and firmly.
All doubts gone, everyone continued on their way.
On the way, Yang Jisheng and Wang Liangyu continued to chat.
During the chat, Wang Liangyu learned that September 18th happened last year.
Northeast China, which was completely occupied, now belongs to the puppet Manchukuo supported by the Japanese invaders.
Yang Jisheng, as the representative of the Manchuria Provincial Committee, went to South Manchuria to rectify the party organizations, anti-Japanese guerrillas and volunteer teams in various counties, form the South Manchu guerrillas, and create a guerrilla base area.
After hearing this, Wang Liangyu was certain that Yang Jisheng was the anti-Japanese hero.
"So, it is the winter of 1932!" At the same time, Wang Liangyu also confirmed the time, but his mood became complicated, disappointed and happy.
I am disappointed that I did not come earlier and could not prevent September 18 from happening.
Fortunately, it’s not too late. You can do a lot of things, you can stop some things, and you can kill more little devils!
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Thinking of this, Wang Liangyu was in a good mood. She couldn't help but think of the Chinese Warriors Association, which she felt a little familiar before. She pulled Yang Jisheng and asked: "Representative Yang, can you tell me about the Chinese Warriors Association and Mr. Gong?"
"Liangyu, it's normal that you don't know when you come back from abroad." Yang Jisheng chuckled and introduced Wang Liangyu.
The Chinese Warriors Association was established by a martial arts organization in northern China with the aim of strengthening the people and the country. It not only opened martial arts schools to teach martial arts, but also had many martial arts people serving as instructors in the army. There were also some secretive people who carried out assassinations and devoted themselves to China. Therefore, the Chinese Warriors Association has a very high reputation in the hearts of the Chinese military and civilians.
Mr. Gong is the current president of the Chinese Warriors Association and the master of Baguazhang Gong Baosen.
Listening to Yang Jisheng's introduction, Wang Liangyu was completely confused.
Bagua Master Gong Baosen, Chinese Samurai Association, isn't this "The Grandmaster"!
After a long while, Wang Liangyu gradually came back to his senses. While sorting out his thoughts, he secretly guessed: "This world is most likely to be the same as the previous world. It is very likely that it will be similar to "The Grandmaster", but it is also a complete reality.
world, so Yang Jisheng, the anti-Japanese hero, is normal. After all, he really exists!"
"However, this will be interesting!" Wang Liangyu thought about it, and one question after another popped up in his mind.
"What is the difference between the so-called external boxing and internal boxing?"
"What is Jin? What are Ming Jin, Dark Jin, and Transformed Jin?"
"The sound of thunder from tigers and leopards, the sound of muscles and bones, what is it?"
"Are Neijiaquan and Neigong related to practice?"
As more and more questions arise, Wang Liangyu becomes more curious and looking forward to this era.
"In this era, national martial arts is at its peak, and martial arts masters appear frequently. Sun Lutang, the tiger-headed young master, Li Shuwen, the sharpshooter, Li Jinglin, the Wudang swordsman, and Du Xinwu, the hero of the north and south, are all famous, and I want to see them!"