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Chapter 412

The moon hung on the treetops, and Liang Shanhao returned with a full load of soldiers.

In addition to two large carts of white noodles, there is also a lot of meat.

As long as there is meat, of course wine must also be available.

Most of the soldiers of Liang Shanhao's 31st Division are the children of Sanqin, so they naturally love wine!

After days of fierce fighting, Liang Shanhao felt that these Guanzhong men should have a good meal of meat and a bowl of wine.

Seeing Liang Shanhao and the others came back, the cooking team all gathered around.

Both eyes lit up, and the old Wangtou exclaimed in amazement: "Master, those bastard grandsons from the Military and Political Department have shown kindness, and gave them to us for adoption?"

Liang Shanhao shouted: "The supplies of the military and political department, you can just think about it! This is all done by Lao Tzu, of course they are all bought from ordinary people's homes with money, and the price is very fair!"

The chief of staff on the side shouted: "It must be fair!"

While looking at a piece of pork and bags of white flour, the old Wang shouted: "My mother! We don't need to drink porridge tonight!"

Liang Shanhao shouted: "Old Wangtou, this food is called your cooking class, you must let the brothers eat and drink well!"

Stretching out his hand to pat his chest, the old Wangtou raised his voice and shouted: "Don't worry, Master! Who is my old Wangtou? With so much food, how can I make my brothers eat well?"

Liang Shanhao shouted: "Come on, let's cook quickly, brother is starving!"

After agreeing, Lao Wang led the soldiers of the cooking squad to pull the food truck to the field stove.

After a while, the soldiers in the cooking class got busy.

Although Lao Wangtou is a cook from Shandong, the 31st Division is all from Sanqin. In order to cater to the tastes of the soldiers, most of the dinners tonight are traditional Shaanxi dishes.

The raw materials were finally sufficient, and the soldiers in the cooking class finally let go of their hands and feet to cook all kinds of Guanzhong delicacies.

On Yiyantu Stove, some soldiers make simmered noodles, some make hot meatball soup, some make meat buns, and there are also oil-splashed noodles that cannot be missing.

All in all, the military camp on the tip of the tongue has suddenly become Shaanxi on the tip of the tongue.

In order to speed up the cooking and let the brothers eat as soon as possible, Liang Shanhao ordered all the troops to transfer people to the cooking squad to help cook.

As the head of the first division, Liang Shanhao naturally couldn't be idle anymore, and also went to the cooking class to cook food.

Although Liang Shanhao's body is a strong man in the Northwest, but Liang Shanhao's soul is still a Cantonese man!

Cantonese men naturally still have a southern stomach.

Most of the dozens of ginseng chickens tonight were slaughtered by the soldiers and made into meat buns.

Fortunately, Liang Shanhao gave special orders, and finally left a chicken.

Cantonese people can skip meals, but they must not drink soup!

After fighting for so many days and eating northern pasta for so many days, Liang Shanhao's subconscious thoughts about Guangdong chicken soup were so deep that his thoughts flew down three thousand feet.

In the beautiful Greater Guangdong, there is nothing that cannot be cooked.

So this only ginseng chicken, Liang Shanhao naturally had to use it to make soup.

After an hour of slow simmering, a pot of ginseng chicken soup with oily flowers and red dates is finally ready!

The fragrance is overflowing, except for the old Wangtou, even the men from the Northwest of the 31st Division are attracted!
The old Wangtou shouted: "Master, you are a good cook!"

Enjoying the aroma of Guangdong chicken soup, a platoon leader from Baoji, Shaanxi shouted: "My mother, it's so beautiful, so beautiful!"

The other Shaanxi soldiers shouted, "Whoever sees the teacher's seat has a share!"

Liang Shanhao shouted: "No, no, just this pot of chicken soup, besides the old Wangtou, there are regimental and battalion-level officers. Next time for the others, I will make chicken soup for you myself!"

Several battalion commanders and officers looked at each other and smiled, and immediately shouted: "Thank you, sir! It seems that we are lucky!"

Liang Shanhao shouted: "Old Wangtou, is everyone's meal ready?"

The old Wang nodded and said: "Master seat! It's already done, and we can serve dinner!"

Liang Shanhao shouted: "Old Wangtou, play the dining number!"

The old Wang replied, "Yes!"

In bursts of rhythmic dining numbers, the soldiers of the 31st Division are preparing to eat.

Standing on a high platform, Liang Shanhao shouted: "Wine!"

Hearing this, a guard poured Liang Shanhao a bowl of fried corn.

Because the economy was depressed during the war, Liang Shanhao could only buy a dozen jars of corn burnt.

Although corn burn is an ordinary farm wine, but the word burn means that the wine is strong!

Spirits paired with warriors, perfect!

The soldiers held up a large coarse porcelain bowl full of corn burnt.

Holding up the big porcelain bowl high up, Liang Shanhao shouted: "Brothers, this first glass of wine we want to respect those who died in battle!"

After finishing speaking, Liang Shanhao sprinkled the corn in the large coarse porcelain bowl on the ground.

Almost at the same time, the soldiers of the 31st Division also burned the corn in the coarse porcelain bowl and sprinkled it on the ground.

Filling up the wine again, Liang Shanhao continued to shout: "This second glass of wine, I want to respect everyone. Without everyone's bloody battles, our 31st Division would not be able to fight so many beautiful battles! Come, drink!"

The soldiers echoed one after another: "Drink! Drink! Drink!"

In an open field, thousands of soldiers drank the corn in a large coarse porcelain bowl.

Filling up the wine for the third time, Liang Shanhao shouted: "Brothers, this is the third glass of wine! We want to respect our ancestors, and hope that the ancestors can bless us and drive the little devils out of China!"

With a sudden right fist, an officer who looked like the head of the regiment took the lead and shouted: "Drive the little devil out of China!"

The soldiers echoed in unison: "Drive the little devil out of China!"

Shouting louder and louder.

With a satisfied look on his face, Liang Shanhao shouted: "Okay! Brothers, after finishing this bowl of corn roast, let's continue to fight devils, come on! Do it!"

Holding up the big porcelain bowl, the soldiers responded one after another: "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

On the open ground, Liang Shanhao once again drank it with thousands of soldiers.

After drinking for three rounds, the soldiers sat down one after another to enjoy the most sumptuous dinner.

After taking a big bite of Roujiamo, and taking a small mouthful of delicious Cantonese Chicken Soup, Captain Meng shouted: "Master! Don't even mention it, this chicken soup and Roujiamo are really a perfect match! Beautiful, very beautiful!"

After taking a sip of the chicken soup as well, Head Jiao shouted: "Head Meng didn't say anything, but the key is that this chicken soup is really delicious!"

Nodding his head, the chief of staff shouted: "Chicken soup is really delicious, but the way of chicken soup is not like Guanzhong's unrestrained style at all!"

Taking a sip of oily noodles on his trouser belt, Liang Shanhao raised his eyebrows and said, "According to the opinion of the chief of staff, where is this chicken soup made?"

Wei Wei pondered for a while, and the chief of staff shouted: "In my opinion! It seems to be the way of Guangdong!"

Smiling slightly, Liang Shanhao exclaimed: "The chief of staff really knows how to eat! Yes, I have been in Guangzhou for a while, and the chicken soup there is simply delicious. In our words, it is very beautiful!"

Looking at each other with a smile, several regiments and battalions also responded: "It's beautiful, it's beautiful!"

After the food was over, apart from the officers who were in charge of guarding the barracks, several other regimental and battalion-level officers toasted Liang Shanhao one after another.

Holding a large bowl full of roasted corn, Commander Jiao shouted: "Master! Brothers have brought so many beautiful battles with you, and it all depends on you commanding others. It is worth dying in battle with an officer like you." Already!"

Glancing at Commander Jiao, Liang Shanhao shouted: "Bah, bah, bah! What are you talking about! I want to live a good life for me, and after the war, you have to go home and reunite with your mother-in-law and daughter-in-law!"

Holding up a large bowl of fried corn with both hands, Head Jiao shouted repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Come! Master! Drink!"

Jiao TuanZhang and Liang Shanhao exchanged cups of wine, and then drank them all in one gulp.

As soon as Commander Jiao finished his toast, several other regiment and battalion officers launched a wheel battle against Liang Shanhao.

Each person has a sentence of sentiment on the battlefield, and each person has a bowl of corn roast that goes straight to the sky.

After this round of toasting, the eight officers had eight big bowls of corn burnt, but that was two small jars!
The intensity of burnt corn can match Lao Maozi's vodka. Ordinary people will be drunk after drinking one bowl, and will be unconscious after drinking two bowls.
When he drank the eighth bowl, Liang Shanhao's face was flushed red, and finally he was so drunk that he collapsed on the table!

(End of this chapter)