Anti-Japanese Jedi Player

Chapter 133
The Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei base in heavy snowfall.

A large team of horses is marching hard along the mountain road. Although the horses are equipped with saddles, there are no people sitting on them. Instead, each horse has a wooden box tied to each side of the horse's back.

In front of the horses, each cavalryman carried a rifle on his back, wore a thick new yellow woolen coat, stepped on thick waterproof and warm boots, held the reins, and guided the horses to the mountain road ahead.

In the harsh wind and snow weather, it is even more difficult for the horses who are not good at traveling between mountain roads.

"There is a dilapidated house in front, let's rest there"

Spreading out the map to look at it, and then looking up at the terrain in the distance, the division commander pinched his pocket watch and stopped the entire cavalry battalion.

As one of the most elite battalions of the 119th Division, the Cavalry Battalion has extremely rich combat experience. In a short while, each company platoon spontaneously completed the garrison conversion. They put down the supplies on the horseback, unloaded the saddle, and prepared for the horse. feed.

At the same time, the soldiers of a platoon spread out under the command of the battalion commander.

"This woolen coat is really nice"

After brushing off the snowflakes accumulated on his clothes, the teacher walked into the dilapidated earthen house and praised the brand new woolen coat on himself.

"Well, it's wide and thick to keep warm, and it's also waterproof, and it can be used as a quilt at night."

The chief of staff also gave a wave of steady praise.

The earthy house was dilapidated, and there was a dilapidated Buddha statue in the house, which was covered with cobwebs. Although the roof and walls were broken, they could still barely cover the wind and snow, and there were a few traces of fire left on the broken rock floor tiles.

"This is a dilapidated small temple. No one has been here for a long time. The house is very safe." After removing the traces of the fire on the ground and shaking the pillars built of rocks in the house, the teacher's guard confirmed the safety of the house. .

Soon, the guard platoon of the division headquarters brought a pile of firewood, first repaired the broken roof, and then lit a fire in the center of the earthen house.

The light of the fire illuminated and warmed the dilapidated earthen house, and the door was opened through the gap. Looking at the slightly dim sky, the teacher opened the map in his hand again.

It is now close to six o'clock, and there is still at least 100 kilometers to go from here to Shiyaozi Mountain of the division headquarters. In such a heavy snowstorm and carrying dozens of tons of supplies, marching at night will be very dangerous, so the division commander chose Stationed on the spot.

"I'm afraid the snow will last for a long time, so let's rest here tonight."

"Well, marching at night is too dangerous. There are mountains and forests around here. It is convenient to set up a camp here for the night, and it happens that no one has a woolen coat now. It is very safe to spend the night." The brigade commander also nodded.

If it was before, the troops would find a village to seek shelter, but now the cavalry battalion is loaded with important supplies, and each person has a thick woolen coat, so there is no pressure to spend the night in the wild.

The order was passed on quickly. Before it was dark, Yu Sheng, the battalion commander of the cavalry battalion, hurriedly organized personnel to build a shelter, prepared to bury the pot for cooking, and covered the piled up supplies with the tarpaulin brought by the army. .

The cavalry battalion of nearly 500 people has a total of five large iron pans, each of which can cook food for 100 people.

The rice and wheat mixed with snow water boiled directly in the pot until the cauldron boiled. The head of the cooking class personally moved out a large bucket of canned beef, which was given to him by the independent group not long ago.

He opened the canning bucket, took out a large spoon, and used the large spoon to connect it. He carefully poured ten catties of canned food mixed with butter into each pot.

Along with the wind and snow, the smell of beef wafted out, and the soldiers waiting for the meal all around swallowed their saliva.

Yu Sheng, the commander of the cavalry battalion, was inspecting the horses one by one.

As the foundation of cavalry, horse care is the top priority, especially in such severe wind and snow weather.

Only in a very familiar and safe environment, the horses will lie down and sleep, and rest on their feet the rest of the time, so now it is only necessary to build a simple wind shelter and cover the horses with a layer of windproof cloth.

Touching the mane of the last horse, Yu Sheng suddenly sniffed his nose.

He smelled a fragrance, a fragrance that stirred his stomach, and following the guidance of the fragrance, he used his nose to navigate all the way to the cauldron of the cooking class.

"This fragrance, what good things have been added?"

Seeing the rice and wheat cooking inside the cauldron, Yu Sheng felt very strange.

It is obviously still the same old rice and wheat mixed with corn flour in a big pot, how can it be so fragrant?And I've never smelled this scent before.

In the boiling cauldron containing more than a hundred catties of food, ten catties of beef was naturally covered without a trace, so Yu Sheng did not see the beef, and the aroma of canned beef mixed with various flavor-enhancing additives and the pure taste of beef have already disappeared. It was quite different, and of course he didn't smell it.

"Hey, good stuff, wait for a few more minutes and it will be ready, please bring the lunch box over here first"

After taking Yu Sheng's lunch box, the cooking squad leader smiled mysteriously.

After a few minutes, the food in the cauldron had taken shape, and the multigrain rice with peculiar color and aroma filled the cauldron, and then the cooking squad leader directly scooped up a large spoonful and filled it with Yu Sheng's lunch box.

After receiving the full lunch box, Yu Sheng took a closer look.

"Is this oil? And meat? The good stuff from Independence Group?" Seeing the oily meat on the rice and the boiled beef that fell apart, Yu Sheng subconsciously licked his lips.

In the past marches, the field food was boiled rice, wheat, corn and salt in a big pot. At most, if you were lucky, you could buy some vegetables from the nearby villages. Even in the base areas with relatively abundant supplies, there was only a small chance to eat some meat.

Without any hesitation, Yu Sheng took out his chopsticks and directly pulled them into his mouth.

hiss····

Although he was scalded, he was still pushing hard into his mouth.

"It's delicious, it's delicious," he praised while blowing.

Yu Sheng, who can only get some oil and meat in a month, faced the canned beef with a lot of seasonings and strong flavors, just like someone who eats white rice every day. It is generated in the comparison.

Happiness comes from comparison, and so does delicacy.

While the battalion commander was devoting himself to eating, the squad leader of the cooking squad was unambiguous, with big spoons flying in his hands, and a portion of fried rice with beef and whole grains was equally poured into each soldier's lunch box.

Yes, every portion is exactly the same, as if it has been accurately weighed by a scale.

His four-year career as the monitor of the cooking squad has made his spoon skills superb.

As the last spoonful of rice flew into a soldier's lunch box, the five cauldrons were empty, and even the bottom of the pot was scraped clean.

Let the other soldiers in the cooking squad go to eat, and the squad leader packed up the five cauldrons by himself.

Then he took out his own lunch box, an exquisite aluminum lunch box with a shell cover, walked to a remote place, he opened the lid, and there were two cornbreads made of chaff in the lunch box.

He took out a steamed cornbread from the lunch box, wiped it along the bottom of the cauldron, and started to chew on his own.

"Well, it tastes really good." The cooking squad leader nodded in satisfaction while eating.

After eating a steamed bun, looking at the bottom of the pot with traces of oil stains, he licked his lips, hesitated and thought for a moment, took out another steamed bun and rubbed it against the bottom of the pot and started eating.

(End of this chapter)