Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 113: Commander He is so generous
No matter how anxious He Songling was, it was useless. This was the difference between him being alone and leading a reinforced battalion, an artillery regiment, several thousand troops, and cannons.

In fact, the mobility of modern mechanized troops has been greatly improved. If this happened in ancient times, He Songling would only waste more time because of the people eating and horses chewing.

"Leave a few people behind and go back to tell Marshal Long to send people to clean up the battlefield. This place has basically been cleared, but we still have to be careful of the poison and don't let our guard down when dealing with corpses."

He Songling called out and led the army to the next stronghold of the Medicine Fairy Society that the Yunnan Army had concluded. Fortunately, even if he was ignorant of large-scale military operations, he was not so ignorant as to ignore the fact that "people need to eat."

Before setting off, he had the army carry dry food and prepared five trucks of food specifically to deal with this situation.

Military rations were not considered good stuff. In He Songling's opinion, they were almost inedible, dry and hard. Moreover, not everyone could eat the meat to their heart's content. At each meal, five people had to share one can of meat.

It’s not that He Songling doesn’t have enough funds. He has plenty of money. But given the current domestic environment, it’s impossible to get that much meat even if you want it, and you can’t buy it even if you have money.

It had to be this way. When Long Yun was leaving, he looked at He Songling with a look that made him feel scared even though he didn't know what it meant. To be honest, He Songling was afraid that the army would mutiny.

Although he had been in this world for nearly thirty years, he had never treated himself badly in terms of food and drink. Especially after he came down the mountain for the first time, he got several million taels of silver from Huang Silang, and he even drank Coca-Cola all the time.

Although the taste of Coca-Cola in this era is very different from what He Songling drank in his previous life, it is still much better than plain water. Therefore, he always subconsciously feels that although the food in this era is not too good, it is not that bad.

For a college student born in the 2000s, the description of starving people everywhere and cannibalism only existed in a few words in history books. Before he traveled through time, his understanding of the famine of that era was still "baked carp noodles, cooked in Yanjin style."

It's almost interpreted as a funny joke.

But as soon as the army was called to eat, whispers were suddenly heard from the army. At first, the voices were very small and suppressed by one or two people, but later, thousands of people were surprised together, and they felt that the whole mountain and field were "buzzing". Those who didn't know thought that the insects had returned again.

"It's bad!" He Songling's heart sank, and he looked at Zhang Zhiwei beside him, "Old Zhang, be smart for a while, and remember to run away if the situation is not right."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Zhiwei was prying open a can of beef with his bare hands.

"We can eat as much canned beef and drink as much Coca-Cola as we want here, but they have to take five or six people to get one can. I'm afraid I've treated them unfairly and they want to settle the score with me."

Although He Songling has been quite arrogant since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he never dared to think that he was so arrogant that he was not afraid of cannons. Now there is a cannon regiment next to him. If this group of people mutinied, he would have no choice but to run away.

"Come on, why are you pretending to be such a big shot?" Zhang Zhiwei glanced at He Songling unhappily, thinking he was putting on airs: "You got them meat, so you got them meat. Why are you showing off like you're afraid others won't know?"

"Ah? Who? Showing off? Me?" He Songling pointed at himself with his index finger in disbelief.

"Nonsense, what do you think?" Zhang Zhiwei ignored him and buried his head in his meal. There are not many people seeking the truth these days, and those who believe in something believe in Buddhism. They are very poor on Longhu Mountain. Moreover, Zhang Jingqing believes that monks should be pure. Although Zhengyi Dao does not taboo marriage or meat, they usually ask the canteen to make light food. There is no other way. These days, due to the backward breeding and breeding technology, the shortage and restriction of veterinary medicine and vaccines, and the continuous wars, even if you have money, you can't get too much meat. There is no surplus food on Longhu Mountain!
It was a rare opportunity to eat meat, especially canned American beef, so Zhang Zhiwei was naturally busy competing with the beef.

"I thought if I gave them this to eat, they would not be satisfied." He Songling looked at the soldiers worriedly. He found that their eyes had all shifted to him.

"I said, you usually turn into a white guy by using the reverse triple transformation, so you really think you are a foreign devil? When can we eat meat like this in our country?" Zhang Zhiwei curled his lips, finished a can of meat, and raised his head to drink soup: "These soldiers, if they can eat a coarse flour steamed bread to fill their stomachs, it means they are not treated unfairly. Eating some white flour is like celebrating the New Year."

He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

"No, what kind of life do you, Mr. He, usually live?" Zhang Zhiwei was a little jealous.

"It's not a good life, so... forget it." He Songling didn't want to argue with Zhang Zhiwei, so he walked over to the officers such as the regiment commanders and battalion commanders and asked, "How's the food?"

"Very good, very good."

The commander had just finished his meal and licked the canned food box clean before washing it. As the commander of an artillery regiment of the Yunnan Army, he could eat meat, but he certainly couldn't eat as much as he wanted every day, especially since this was American canned meat!

Just from a psychological point of view, this thing tastes a hundred times better than homemade beef stew.

Of course it tastes good. He Songling looked at the ingredient list and found sodium tripolyphosphate and sodium metabisulfite. These ingredients were first synthesized in a European laboratory in 1816. One is a water retaining agent, which can make meat retain more moisture and be more tender; the other can be used as a bleaching agent, making the color of meat more beautiful and brighter.

As we all know, cooking requires attention to color, aroma and taste. This can is full of color, aroma and taste. It is much more delicious than the beef stewed by the team leader's wife.

"Captain He, you are so generous. To be honest, this is the first time I've eaten this delicious food. The soldiers under my command don't even get to eat it during the Chinese New Year. Today is not a festival, but you give them this during a bandit suppression mission. Tsk."

The commander of the artillery regiment smacked his lips, not knowing whether he was sighing or smacking the taste of canned beef in his mouth: "Fortunately you don't often follow our troops, otherwise it would be difficult for me to lead these soldiers in the future. Where can I get such good meat for them? Forget about this, I can't even get ordinary meat!"

"Stop. Just eat well." He Songling finally calmed down now. Looking closely at the soldiers, they all had joy and excitement on their faces. This couldn't be faked, at least not for thousands of people to fake it at the same time.

The only explanation is that the meal was really good.

"After dinner, the army will march out!" He Songling regained his confidence: "Let's make a concerted effort to wipe out the Medicine Immortal Society!"

(End of this chapter)