Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"In addition, prepare fifteen boxes of canned food. Don't you still have twenty bags of rice? Take out eight bags too. Today is too late. Tomorrow morning, you will bring a few soldiers and go out with me."

Qiao Lin came up with an idea suddenly. Although he was not sure if it would work, it seemed to be the only way, so he decided to give it a try.

"Do you want this old? Why use it?"

Sun Desheng was startled when he heard that Qiao Lin asked for fifteen boxes of canned food and eight bags of rice, and asked reflexively.

"Gift!"

Jolin smiled mysteriously.

gift?To whom?

Sun Desheng scratched his head, unable to think of a reason, seeing Qiao Lin walking towards the outside of the courtyard, he quickly chased after him.

"Instructor Qiao, I declare in advance that there is absolutely no other meaning."

Sun Desheng grabbed Qiao Lin mysteriously and whispered.

"You don't want to give me a gift, do you?"

Seeing that Sun Desheng's hand was already in his pocket, Qiao Lin guessed what he wanted at once.

"No, no, I said that there is no other meaning. This was found from the little ghost officer when the corpse was disposed of yesterday. I think it is suitable for you."

Sun Desheng blushed, and took out a watch from his pocket.

Qiao Lin took it over and took a look. It was still a good watch, an IWC brand.

The watch body is stainless steel, the case is crystal, and the strap is genuine leather.

Put this watch in modern times, at least a six-figure price.

The little devil officer commanded a unit, at most he was a second lieutenant, and he could wear such a good watch, which shows how much oil and water the little devil plundered after he invaded our country.

"Why give it to me, keep it for yourself, it's just convenient for the cavalry to keep track of the time."

Qiao Lin waved his hand. Although the watch is good, he is not a greedy person.

During the Qiaozhuang operation, Brigadier Chen borrowed an omega watch from Chief of Staff Qin in order to make it easier for him to check the time, and he returned it to Brigadier Chen immediately after the operation was over.

Don't take things that are not your own, and get them by yourself if you want them.

Chapter 540 IX Such a Rich Meal

"Instructor Qiao, just now you told me not to be polite, why are you being polite again? We have."

Sun Desheng said, and took out another Roman watch: "That little devil officer wears two watches."

"Hey, this little devil's family sells watches, so he wears so many watches?"

Qiao Lin had only heard of someone wearing two watches at a time in jokes before, but he did not expect to meet them in reality. After a little hesitation, he accepted the watch: "Then I will be disrespectful."

"Instructor Qiao, why don't you put it on?"

Seeing Qiao Lin put the watch in his pocket, Sun Desheng asked curiously.

"it works!"

Qiao Lin answered vaguely and walked towards the wheat field.

The training on the wheat field has already begun. Compared with when Qiao Lin first joined the cavalry company, the soldiers are less rigid and restrained, and more skilled and flexible.

Individual attack, ground combat, tactical coordination. ． ．

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, no one needs to be reminded, everyone knows what to do.

Due to the injury on his buttocks, Qiao Lin did not participate in the training. He stood outside the field, carefully watched every move of the fighters on the field, and nodded in relief.

In just 20 days, the cavalry company has undergone earth-shaking changes. Even if this troop is put on the battlefield now, it will be a blockbuster.

My own efforts were not in vain, and the sweat of the soldiers was not in vain.

Qiao Lin was looking forward to it, looking forward to the amazing performance of the cavalry company after it actually set foot on the battlefield.

Dinner is more hearty than the canned food at noon.

Canned beef, canned meatballs, and Chinese cabbage, stewed a whole two pots of stewed vegetables with all kinds of flavors and flavors.

The steamed corn bread was also replaced with rice. Two bags of rice weighed [-] catties, and nearly [-] catties of rice were cooked.

Before the meal was served, the soldiers stared at the kitchen eagerly with their rice bowls in their hands, swallowing their saliva non-stop.

"dinner's ready!"

Sun Desheng turned into a cook, stood at the door of the kitchen with a big spoon and shouted, and the soldiers surrounded him like a swarm of swarms, blocking it tightly.

"Who pushed me? Don't squeeze, is there any discipline? Everyone is in line! If you don't line up, you don't have to eat."

Sun Desheng was almost knocked into the pot, and was so angry that he tore off his apron and shouted.

The soldiers who huddled together immediately retreated, forming a straight column in the blink of an eye.

A spoonful of rice and a spoonful of vegetables, this is the dinner of the soldiers today.

The soldier who got his meal was squatting by the wall with a bowl in his hand, and he was not in a hurry to eat. He squinted his eyes and smelled the aroma of the food carefully, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

The soldiers who hadn't finished their meal stood on tiptoes and looked forward, hoping that it would be their turn soon.

As Qiao Lin, he naturally didn't need to line up in person.

It's not that he wants to be special, but that as soon as he queues up, the fighters in front stop fighting and scramble to let him fight first.

This is not fear, but respect.

In order not to disturb the order, it was usually Sun Desheng who brought back the meal for both of them.

"Instructor Qiao, I didn't control the amount well today, there is not much rice left."

Holding a small half bowl of rice, Sun Desheng said with some shame.

Equality between officers and soldiers is a fine tradition of the Eighth Route Army. Cadres never being special is not just a slogan, it is also implemented in practice.

Take the fight for food as an example. The soldiers always fight first, and the cadres last. The fear is that there will not be enough food and some soldiers will not be able to fight. Therefore, it is better for the cadres to have no food than to let the soldiers go hungry.

It is said that the army is the most disciplined place, but discipline is not a rigid word printed on paper, but something that everyone is willing to do and obey.

In terms of equipment, quantity, and culture, the Eighth Route Army cannot compare with other armies, but there is one thing, no army can compare with the Eighth Route Army.

That is discipline.

Compared with the armies of all walks of life who are obedient and deceitful, the Eighth Route Army interprets what is called the people's army with every word and deed.

Years of wars have made the people fearful of war for a long time, and they are afraid to avoid the army, but only the Eighth Route Army is the army that the people dare to approach and are willing to support.

Don't harm the people, don't use the people's stitches, protect the people and help the people, this is what every Eighth Route Army soldier should do and really do.

Even the Eighth Route Army, such as Li Yunlong, who occasionally disobeyed discipline, privately deployed troops, embezzled equipment, and disobeyed orders, never did a single thing that harmed the interests of the people.

In training and in battle, the cadres are very strict, but in life, the cadres are very gentle.

Today, Sun Desheng, as the master chef, failed to control the portion of the food for the soldiers. After cooking for the soldiers, there was not much rice left in the pot.

According to the cooked rice, each soldier should eat half a catty of rice, but Sun Desheng's hands are not weighed, it is impossible to be so accurate, the final result is that their three company cadres plus Qiao Lin, four of them each I only ate less than two taels of rice.

"Eat less if it's not enough, it's nothing, just don't beat the soldiers too much."

Qiao Lin said nonchalantly, it's just a meal, it's not a big deal.

"It's so fragrant!"

Some soldiers couldn't help sighing after eating a mouthful of rice.

No kidding, in this day and age, especially in Northwest Shanxi, many people don't even know what rice tastes like all their lives.

Firstly, this is not a rice-producing area, and secondly, there is a lack of supplies. Most people’s main food is cornmeal and bran. White flour is a very precious food, and it is rare to have a meal all year round.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army basically came from bitter backgrounds. As long as they can remember, they have been eating bran and swallowing vegetables. Some soldiers have never even seen what rice looks like, let alone eating it.

Today, this bowl of hot white rice, the soldiers think that is the same as delicacies from mountains and seas.

Seeing the happy faces of the soldiers, Qiao Lin was inexplicably sad.

A spoonful of rice and a spoonful of stewed vegetables, this simple meal has become a delicacy in the eyes of the soldiers.

Each of them is a hero of this country. They shoulder the most dangerous responsibilities, but they never have any requirements, and they can be satisfied with a meal.

"Instructor Qiao, why don't you eat?"

Seeing Qiao Lin holding the bowl in a daze, Sun Desheng touched him and asked.

"I wonder when soldiers will be able to eat this kind of meal every meal."

Qiao Lin sniffed and said feelingly.

In the modern society he lives in, such food is really nothing, nothing more common, and the food for the army is also richer, more nutritious, and more scientific.

It's just that people in modern society may not feel happy for such a meal.

It is true that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade, and those who enjoyed the shade would also be grateful to the tree planters, but it is impossible to personally experience the hard work of the tree planters.

Difficulty, used to be just a word in textbooks, but when Qiao Lin was really exposed to such an environment, he realized that what hardship describes is not only the environment and conditions, but also the experience of countless people like soldiers of the Eighth Route Army. selfless dedication.

"If you can eat this kind of meal every meal, then this life will be worth it."

Sun Desheng licked his lips and suddenly said something.

"Hahaha, Old Sun, why didn't I realize that you are still a foodie?"

Hu Zongwan couldn't help laughing, feeling that Sun Desheng's ideal was a bit too simple.

Chapter 550 Unusual Rice

"Where is it? What I mean is that if you drive away the little devil, and you can still eat this kind of food, then it's a good day."

Sun Desheng blushed and explained quickly.

In the north during the Anti-Japanese War, rice was indeed a rare commodity. It is true that many soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had never eaten rice, but not all of them had never eaten it.

After all, the Eighth Route Army has people from all over the world. For those soldiers who grew up in a land of fish and rice, corn bread is more rare than rice.

"Eh? This rice doesn't seem to be from our country, does it? I've never eaten it before."

Ke Xuefu, a soldier from the south of the Yangtze River, tasted something wrong after eating rice.