Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"Isn't it the rice in our south? It may be produced in the northeast."

Another soldier from Jiangnan, Zhao Dashun, said casually.

Due to the difference in climate and environment between the north and the south, the taste of rice produced is also different.

"No, no, my family has a distant relative who is from the Northeast. When I came to my house, I brought some Northeast rice. It doesn't taste like this. The taste of this rice is wrong. It must not be rice from our country."

Ke Xuefu said with certainty.

The conversation between the two quickly attracted the attention of other fighters. Everyone stopped their chopsticks and turned to look at them.

For those who seldom eat rice or even eat rice for the first time, it is incredible to be able to judge the origin of rice from the taste of rice.

This is similar to giving you a Wotou and asking you to taste it and tell whether it is made by Aunt Li’s house in the east of the village or steamed by Aunt Zhang’s house in the west of the village.

When Hu Zongwan said that Sun Desheng was a foodie, he just made a joke casually, but he didn't expect that the real foodie was hidden among the soldiers.

"Where can it be from our country's rice? It can't grow from the clouds, can it?"

"Isn't this taste right? Isn't this rice bad?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it tastes delicious, how could it be broken?"

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The issue of where the rice was produced sparked a dispute between the soldiers. It was originally a dialogue between two people, but it turned out to be more intense, and the entire company got involved.

Some soldiers thought it must be domestic rice, but Ke Xuefu had never eaten it before.

There are also soldiers who are skeptical, thinking that the rice may have been spoiled, resulting in a difference in taste.

Some soldiers thought that Ke Xuefu's sense of taste was a problem.

In short, after eating dinner, it developed into a group debate competition.

There was no other way, Xiaobaike instructor Qiao had to be forced to go online to answer the soldiers' questions: "Everyone be quiet, stop arguing, and listen to me!"

Qiao Lin put down the bowl and chopsticks, clapped his hands and said.

After all, he is also a person who has lived in three eras, and he has come into contact with many things. He felt a sense of déjà vu after taking a bite of today's rice.

As a graduate student of the highest military academy in the country, Qiao Lin was specially recruited into the school's key training military talents since he was a child. Qiao Lin has been sent abroad several times for exchange and study. During this period, he has also eaten many countries' specialties.

And today's rice meal happens to be a specialty of one of the countries.

The yard fell silent immediately, and the soldiers all looked at Qiao Lin.

"To clarify two things, there is nothing wrong with Ke Xuefu's sense of taste, and the rice has not deteriorated. Ke Xuefu is right, this rice is really not from our country."

Qiao Lin looked around and said with a smile.

The soldiers remained silent, and Ke Xuefu showed a smug smile.

If he said it himself, the soldiers had to be skeptical.

But these words came from Qiao Lin's mouth, and no one believed it.

"This kind of rice is called Yueguang rice. It's not the month of the moon, it's the Yue beyond. The origin is the little devil's hometown, the country of Wa!"

Seeing that no one raised any questions, Qiao Lin continued to explain.

Hearing that the rice was actually made in Japan, there was an uproar at the scene, and no one thought that they would eat rice produced by the little devil.

"Wa's climate is suitable for growing rice, and the quality is not bad. Among them, this kind of Koshihikari rice is the most outstanding. However, Wa is a small country the size of a palm with a limited area, so the rice production is very low. The rice in the canned truck this time is estimated to be It is also specially given to senior officers of little devils, and ordinary little devils cannot eat this kind of rice."

Qiaolin told the story of the rice.

The reason why I remember it so clearly is because I went to Japan again for an exchange, and the local army officer specially introduced this Koshihikari rice to him, and boasted that it was the best rice in the world.

At that time, Qiao Lin just smiled and didn't say a word, but he despised the other party in his heart, thinking that this Japanese military officer was also someone who had never seen the market.

Although Koshihikari rice belongs to the first-class high-quality rice in Wa country, it is only limited to Wa country.

Even Qiao Lin, who doesn't specialize in rice research, knows that there are at least ten rice varieties in China that are several blocks away from Koshihikari rice.

Hearing that it was difficult for even little devils to eat this kind of rice, the soldiers couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Look, you can't even eat what I eat now.

Thanks to Qiao Lin's efforts, the dinner order returned to normal, and the soldiers once again saw his erudition.

With the soldiers' current appetite, half a catty of rice seems to be not enough, but fortunately, there are too many stews, and the rice is not enough to make up for it.

Twenty bags of rice, except for the eight bags that Qiaolin will use, after eating two bags tonight, there are only ten bags left.

Apart from these ten bags of rice, the cavalry company had no other food.

After dinner, Qiao Lin suddenly thought of this problem, and quickly told Sun Desheng to pay attention to controlling the amount used in cooking, neither missing the staple food nor overdrafting in advance.

This is a difficult problem, but it is not difficult to solve. Reduce the amount of rice and increase the amount of vegetables. Fortunately, Chinese cabbage can still be managed.

That night, Sun Desheng led the soldiers from door to door to deliver canned food to the villagers in the village, and returned the borrowed clothes by the way.

A family of three cans, not many, but for the villagers, it was the first time someone gave them something, and everyone was very touched.

For the sake of confidentiality, Sun Desheng did not disclose the origin of these cans, but only said that they were sent by the superiors to let the villagers taste something new.

Early the next morning, Qiao Lin handed over the training task to Chen Youjin and Hu Zongwan. He, Sun Desheng and a squad of soldiers rushed to the independent regiment headquarters with fifteen boxes of canned food and eight bags of rice.

Originally, he planned to wait until he recovered before riding a horse, but the plan did not change quickly. In order to solve the food problem of the cavalry company, Qiao Lin could only reluctantly get on the horse.

Fortunately, the cavalry company was only tens of kilometers away from the regiment headquarters, and Sun Desheng strongly demanded to slow down, so his wound would not open.

Two hours later, Qiao Lin and his party arrived at the independent regiment headquarters smoothly.

I haven't seen him for a few days. Li Yunlong's injury has healed a lot. Although he hasn't recovered yet, it doesn't affect his activities.

When Qiao Lin entered the yard, he happened to see Li Yunlong stretching his arms and legs to exercise his muscles.

"Captain!"

When he left last time, Li Yunlong was still lying on the kang, and now he is alive and well, Qiao Lin is still very happy.

"If you have a conscience, you know, come back and see me."

Seeing Qiao Lin, Li Yunlong was also very happy.

These days he was almost bored, even though he was accompanied by Kong Jie and Xing Zhiguo, he often started arguing without saying a few words, and stayed by himself most of the time.

Chapter 550 You Have No Conscience, Kid

Seeing Qiao Lin come back now, Li Yunlong wished to hold him and chat for a few hours first.

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

Sun Desheng led the soldiers into the courtyard and saluted Li Yunlong.

"Well, yes, this outfit really looks like a cavalry."

After looking at the soldiers, Li Yunlong said with satisfaction.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. The soldiers of the cavalry company each have horse rifles slung across their shoulders and sabers on their waists. Let alone their combat effectiveness, just looking at this posture is enough to bluff people.

Li Yunlong more and more agrees that Qiao Lin's insistence was correct at the beginning, and it is of great significance to the Eighth Route Army to cultivate a cavalry unit with combat effectiveness.

"Sun Desheng, you kid is doing well now, you even have the bastard box on your shoulders? Among the company commanders of our regiment, you are the first to be equipped with a short gun."

Li Yunlong saw the gun holster on Sun Desheng's waist at a glance, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Hey, leader, if you like it, use it."

Sun Desheng laughed foolishly, and said that he was about to take off the holster.

"What bullshit? How did Jolin teach you?"

Li Yunlong's face suddenly stiffened.

Seeing the head of the regiment who suddenly changed his face, Sun Desheng was a little at a loss, put one hand on the holster, and was stunned.

"I don't care what happened before, anyway, under my hands, there is a rule, there is no reason to spit out what you eat, except for the little devil's women, you can't seize it, and as long as you have the ability to get it, you can keep it for yourself , don’t be afraid of other people’s jealousy.”

After a pause, Li Yunlong said angrily.

The co-author didn't want the gun, but was angry because he had to hand in the pistol.

Only then did Sun Desheng come to his senses, rubbing the back of his head and smiling embarrassingly.

"In the future, I will improve my memory. Under Lao Tzu's hands, as long as I have the ability to swallow it, don't be afraid to hold on."

Li Yunlong scolded again, just about to ask Qiao Lin how the cavalry company's training was going, when he suddenly noticed something was wrong: "It's not right, I remember the last time I equipped the cavalry with continuous fire and didn't have a pistol, why didn't it take less than a month, you boy?" Just carry the bastard box? Are you stealing wild food behind my back?"

"Head, what you said is too ugly. I just have something to tell you when I come back today."

Qiao Lin stepped forward to hold Li Yunlong's hand, then turned to tell Sun Desheng: "Company Commander Sun, take the brothers to bring the things in first."

After a while, five boxes of canned food, three bags of rice, three bundles of rifles, one heavy machine gun, and several boxes of bullets were placed in the yard.

"Qiao Lin, your wings are hardened now, and you don't take me with you when you get rich. Is this taking the little devil's stronghold?"

Seeing these things, Li Yunlong suddenly smiled.

"If you don't have a stronghold, you just made a fortune. Why don't you hurry up and pay your respects?"

Jolin said with a playful smile.

"It's nothing good to be courteous and generous. Tell me, are you causing trouble again?"

Li Yunlong was not dazzled by the gift, he stared at Qiao Lin and asked.

"Head, you don't know me yet? How could you cause trouble? I just came to see you and ask for your opinion by the way."

Qiao Lin quickly waved his hands, took Li Yunlong back to the house and sat down, and told what happened in the past two days.

"I understand, it's just for the food? I can't decide this matter, you have to find the brigade commander."

After learning that the cavalry company's food intake increased sharply due to the increased training intensity, and the rations distributed before were no longer enough, and Li Yunlong had no choice but to snatch the little devil's transport vehicle, Li Yunlong instantly understood Qiao Lin's intentions.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help Qiao Lin, but that his authority was so great that the division had always been responsible for the food problem, so he couldn't make any decisions at all.

If you want to increase the rations of the cavalry company, you must get the nod from the division commander, and Li Yunlong can't skip the rank to ask for instructions. The best way is to ask Brigadier Chen to help with the operation.

"I know, I just want to ask you, if I find the brigade commander, how sure do you think it will be?"

Qiao Lin nodded quickly, knowing that Li Yunlong could not decide on this matter. This time, he returned to the regiment to visit him and give him some gifts, and the other was to ask for opinions. After all, Li Yunlong had been with Brigadier Chen for many years, and knew the latter's temperament better.