Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 247 Breaking Dawn
Before dawn, the rain stopped.

Before dawn, Miurabe Taijun got up, and by the way, he also called the other six members of their cooking team.

The captain stretched his waist, squinted his eyes and looked out of the window. It was naturally dark, so he gave Miura a bad look, and then said impatiently: "Baga, it's not yet dawn! Why did you wake up so early? To die?"

"But it's almost five o'clock." Miura replied timidly.

The captain squinted at Miura, didn't even bother to get up, and kicked him, "Baga! Call me after dawn, and fill the water tank before calling me!"

"Hi!" Miura agreed.

If the captain can't get up, the other senior devils won't get up either. They all said the same thing as the captain, sending Miura to fetch water, or to pick vegetables. In short, anyone in the group of seven can Bully him a bit.

Although Miura was unwilling, he had to agree, because who made him a recruit, and the veterans didn't bully him.

This is the strict hierarchical custom in Dongpu. Even if he joins the army one day earlier, he can bully the recruits, but if he survives to become a veteran, he can bully others.

According to Shengu's tactics, one squadron occupied Zhaozhuang, put on a disguise, and waited for the Eighth Route Army to come to Mutton Tiger's Mouth; one squadron was responsible for a surprise attack on Shangkanzi, but unfortunately, the ghosts of this team were not skilled enough, and were discovered by the Eighth Route Army scouts in advance; another team continued to go deep In the hinterland of the Eighth Route Army, this group of devils has no specific orders, and the so-called orders are just to let them play freely, just like the guerrilla tactics of the Eighth Route Army. The person who issued this order was Shinozuka. A squadron tested how effective this tactic would be when applied to its own troops.

The squadron occupying Zhaozhuang has about 250 people, and counting several people from the machine gun squadron, there are a total of 266 people.

Taishun Miurabe and seven members of his cooking team were responsible for the food of these people, not only these people, but also the food of more than 300 people in Zhaozhuang.

Although the more than 300 Chinese people are not human beings in the eyes of the devils, they still have to cook. At least let them drink something thin so that they won't starve to death, and without the disguise of the aborigines, the Eighth Route Army will not be fooled.

Another point is that according to the original plan, the devils of this squadron will stay in Zhaozhuang for a period of time. If all the villagers are killed, it will be very troublesome to dispose of the corpses. Good will breed plague.

Cooking is a lot of work and very tiring, but the head of the cooking team doesn't let the Huaxia people help.

It is probably because they are afraid of being poisoned, because there are indeed stories in the devil army that Huaxia was poisoned and died after eating the food of the villagers.

It is better to believe that there is, not to believe that it is not!
Being bullied, Miura walked out of the house full of pent-up anger. Since he had nowhere to vent his anger, he couldn't see anything pleasing to his eyes, so he found some small animals to vent his anger from time to time.

As a senior caterer, Miurabe Taijun knows how tiring it is to cook for more than 500 people. Even if the Chinese people are ignored, there are still 266 people.

Chinese people are not allowed to participate in cooking, so let them do the work of washing water and vegetables at the head office.

Having made up his mind, Miura came to Zhao Zhuang's ancestral hall, planning to find some people to help.

Looking at the many Chinese people here, Miura was a little dizzy.

Because there were too many people, in the huge ancestral hall, the villagers were all crowded together, they were shivering and looked very pitiful.

There are a lot of people to choose from, but Miura prefers to use children, because in his mind, those children should be careless and easy to drive as long as they give some benefits.

Cut through the crowd, and picked out a few children who seemed able to work as candidates.

In the process of selecting children, it was natural that Zhaozhuang villagers resisted.

The child is the mother's heartache, and if it is captured by the devil, it will be life or death.

But resistance is futile. The villagers who haven't eaten for almost a day can have any strength. After a few shots, these villagers in Zhaozhuang will be honest and dare not have the slightest desire to resist.

Looking at the children selected by him, Miura took out two pieces of candy, "Your land, work, there are candies!" Then he told the children with gestures.

Although the Chinese of a few words is very blunt, it can express his meaning anyway.

After seeing Tang, the children also changed from panic to surprise.

But there are only two pieces of candy, but now there are only five children.

Not enough points!

As a result, five eleven or twelve-year-old children fought over two pieces of candy.

At first it was just pushing and shoving, but after a few pushes, fists and kicks began, and finally the five rolled on the ground and wrestled together.

"Hahahaha~" Miura smiled happily as he looked at the children who were fighting because of the candy.

At this time, two women came out from the group of people. They seemed to be the parents of the children and wanted to fight.

But these two women were forced back by Miura with a gun. Miura sneered, I want to watch such a funny thing for a while, what is the matter of you fighting.

After fighting for a while, two eleven or twelve-year-old children won, and finally got the ownership of the two candies.

Miura smiled "hahaha" and wanted to take the two children away, but one of them gestured to him to wait for a while.

Miura nodded, agreeing.

The child found a young man with the candy and handed the candy to him. Then the young man knelt down, said a few words to the child, rubbed the child's hair, and then pushed him out.

It turned out to be a filial child. Seeing the child's behavior, Miura couldn't help but nodded in approval.

Looking at another one, I have already peeled off the candy wrapper and started licking it.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Mishima couldn't help but get a little angry when he saw the child licking the candy, so he went up and kicked him, "Baga, go!"

In this way, the two children came to the temporary kitchen under the supervision of Miura.

The children in the farmhouse can basically do everything. Carrying water, picking vegetables, and washing vegetables are easy for them. Miura only needs to make gestures, and the two children know what to do.

So one person chopped firewood and one person carried water.

With someone helping to work, Miura's mood also improved a lot. When seeing the firewood being approved into small pieces of uniform thickness, Miura felt that he had chosen the wrong person.

Pointing to the stove with his finger, the child nodded, and then came to the stove with a pile of firewood.

After a burst of thick smoke, the fire was lit, and the red fire also illuminated the child's immature and resolute face red.

The dark sky finally ushered in a ray of dawn, like a sharp sword, cut open the black curtain and ushered in the golden morning sun.

(End of this chapter)