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Chapter 141 Chapter 140, The aroma of meat fills the village
In short, although the targets were difficult to deal with, they could not resist the enthusiasm and initiative of the comrades! So after more than half an hour, everyone returned to the hillside and met Zhao Danian who had been waiting for a long time.

"Report to the captain, this moving target shooting training has been successfully completed! In this training, comrades were not afraid of the cold or difficulties, and gave full play to their subjective initiative. They effectively shot at 24 moving targets and fully achieved the effect and purpose of the training! Now, the comrades and the targets have been brought back, please give instructions!" Li Yuexuan walked in front and quickly reported to Zhao Danian.

"Hmm..." Zhao Danian was smoking a cigarette, his face was a little red, and he paused for a long time before saying, "Comrades, you did a good job. This shows that our training this time is effective and has produced results! Take it back! Comrade Yan Jinghuai, put down the things you are carrying first, and go to the market to organize people to boil water. Where is Yang Gongxun? You follow the platoon leader and take people to set up the scaffolding!"

"Who knows how to kill pigs? Stand up, and deal with these quickly! Well, it's hard to work in the village, so let's work in the woods at the east entrance of the village!" Zhao Danian stopped pretending, and pointed at everyone and said, "What the hell are you still standing there for? Hurry up and see if you can bleed some of these wild boars while they're still warm! Get busy, hurry up, we'll have pig-killing dishes tonight! Luo Wei, we'll kill the pigs later, and you'll be the commander-in-chief, show your skills, and use everything you can!"

"Yes, captain..." Upon hearing this, the comrades became even more excited and quickly carried the wild boar to the woods.

When they arrived, the platoon leader Chen Changsheng had already organized the recruits to build 22 wooden racks in the woods. Well, just choose two trees with a suitable distance and tie a horizontal bar at a height of more than two meters.

The first platoon leader led people to build a scaffold, and the second platoon leader Zheng Changfeng was also busy. He led the new recruits to find 12 iron pots of different sizes from the village, and also moved out the big iron pots and marching pots of the kitchen team. At the same time, the third platoon leader led people to build a temporary earthen stove with stones outside the woods; the fourth platoon deputy Guo Liandong led people to carry bundles of firewood.

After the preparations were completed, the soldiers carried buckets and went down to the river, fetching buckets of water.

Whoosh... the firewood was lit, followed by the wood, and water was boiling in the iron pot.

Puff... The sharp tactical knife and butcher knife flashed coldly, and the wild boars hung upside down on the wooden bar were stabbed again, so that the blood that could still flow could be drained as much as possible. Although it was not much, but with less blood, the pork would taste better.

Luo Wei did not take any action at this time. Instead, he held a boning knife and patrolled in front of the comrades who were slaughtering pigs, instructing some comrades who had never done this job on how to use the knife.

"Bristles, leave the bristles! Captain Luo, try to preserve the skins of those little pigs, we will need some oily skins!"

"Captain, do you think it would be better for us to nitrate these thick pig skins and use them to make things, or to scrape off the hair and cook them into jelly?"

"Captain Bai, I heard that the people in the northeast offer sacrifices to the mountain gods after hunting prey. They say they hang pig intestines or something on the trees. Should we also hang some?"

"Who said we should offer sacrifices to the mountain god? We don't believe in feudal superstition! We must clean up the pig intestines! Captain Luo, do you have the ingredients for the Nine-Turn Large Intestine? Give me one?"

"So many offal? I heard there's something called stewed pork, how is it made?"

"Who? Who's talking about stewed pork and steamed buns? Huh? We have pig intestines here, can you find some steamed buns?"

Although it is still a long time before the Chinese New Year, butchering pigs is a joy! Everyone talked about it, and watching the wild boars being cleaned up one by one, they felt so happy!
"Oh, they're killing pigs, they're killing pigs..." How could the guerrillas' big movement escape the eyes of the little kids in the village? Led by a little boy, a dozen children of all ages came to the woods and surrounded the soldiers who were killing pigs to watch the excitement.

"Haha, I knew you little rascals would come over! Come, come and see what this is?" Lowe liked these kids very much. He took out a pig bladder, blew it up into a ball, and then tied the mouth with a hemp rope to make a pig bladder balloon. "Come on, one for each of you, don't fight over it! You are the youngest, so I'll give it to you first!" Lowe tied one end of the hemp rope of the pig balloon to a small wooden stick and handed it to the youngest kid.

"Thank you...thank you...bang..." The little kid was holding the pig urine bubble balloon, looking so happy that he said thank you while blowing a snot bubble out of his nostrils.

“Hahaha… come here and line up… one, two, one, two…” Lowe, who could kill a Japanese soldier by twisting his neck without blinking, was now like a tall and kind father, giving balloons to the children one by one, not caring at all about the smell of pig urine that filled their mouths.

"Captain, there are so many wild boars that can produce a lot of meat! What do you think, should we distribute some to the women and children in the village?" Li Yuexuan looked at the happy Zhao Danian and suggested.

"Divide it. Two pounds is just right for each family! Well, try to choose pork belly!" Zhao Danian blew a puff of thick smoke and then said.

"Well, with this meat, the training intensity of the new recruits can be increased! How about starting with physical training for two weeks?" Xing Weiguo asked.

"Hmm... OK! Let's do it! Ha, there's so much meat, we'll be busy today! Let's get rid of the pig's offal, pig's head, pig's trotters, and pig's tail first. Those good meats can be made into bacon and can be preserved for a long time!"

"Fat, fat, please come out first. We are short of oil. These wild boars are quite fat. The lard can last us a long time..."

"The pig bones can't be wasted, make soup with them..." Everyone was so happy, after talking about the business, they could move on to how to eat the meat...

Most of the busy day passed like this. No one had time to eat lunch and they were busy outside the village until the afternoon.

After an afternoon of hard work, the pork was brought back to the village. Some was given to women and children, and the rest was pickled by Luo Wei. When the large vats were used up, the remaining meat was hung on the stove for smoking and storage.

After processing the meat, put the pig heads, trotters and tails in the cold wind to freeze them, then light a big pot and boil several hanging pieces of the processed offal.

In fact, wild boar meat is not delicious, especially the strong smell of boar, which is a test of the chef's skills. And Comrade Luo Wei happened to be a good cook, and he also had various spices from the bandits. So, in the evening of this day, the aroma of cooking meat wafted from the big pot outside the village. Even though it was still a westerly wind, the villagers could smell it.

So, the little kids who had played with pig urine bubble balloons during the day pushed each other to the guerrillas' location and looked at the bubbling pot.

“Haha... I knew you would come... Come on, come on, one, two, one, two, line up, stand still..." Seeing that the children had become temporary parents again, Lowe prepared to feed them well.

"Report... Captain, comrades from the Qin Lai Detachment are here! It's the team led by Captain Guo..." At this moment, the sentry on the west side of the village came running to report.

(End of this chapter)