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Chapter 96 Xiaoyu Joins the Army (Extra Chapter in Advance, Please Vote)

After Xiaoyu became Su Yang's pet, her stats were also enhanced.

Its cruising speed is over 200 kilometers per hour, which is much faster than that of a typical gyrfalcon.

H City is less than 600 kilometers away from Shenzhou in a straight line, which only takes Xiaoyu less than three hours by plane.

Su Yang and Xiao Yu shared a view; the flour mill and the houses in the family compound gradually began to look like small boxes in his eyes, and the Hun River became a winding thin line.

After leaving Shenzhou City, Xiaoyu flew southeast. The sky was clear, and with Xiaoyu's help, Su Yang could clearly see the scene on the ground from a height of a thousand meters.

Trucks and jeeps, like worker ants, headed toward Andong.

Su Yang knew that Luo Pojun was definitely in one of the jeeps, but he didn't care for the time being. Instead, he ordered Xiaoyu to speed up and continue flying towards the battlefield.

After crossing the river, to avoid colliding with their own fighter jets, Su Yang instructed Xiao Yu to maintain an altitude of two to three thousand meters. Every now and then, one or two fighter jets painted with the five-star red flag would roar past below.

Su Yang was a little curious, so he had Xiao Yu fly around this area, which would later be known as the "MiG Corridor".

This area stretches approximately 150 kilometers in length, and bustling activity is visible on every road.

There were our truck convoys loaded with supplies, as well as soldiers wrapped in cotton-padded clothes and carrying guns, marching silently. Even the railway that had been destroyed earlier was being rebuilt.

Because we took a detour, it was already evening when we finally found the location of the 352nd Regiment.

North bank of the Hongchuan River.

Since the victory of the Third Campaign, the 352nd Regiment has been stationed here according to orders from higher authorities and has been in a state of rest and recuperation.

The fortifications were completed in less than three days. Because it was a period of rest and recuperation, the drills were changed to once every two days.

Many soldiers found it difficult to adjust to suddenly having so much free time.

A few days ago, the entire group's meals suddenly changed. Instead of bland potatoes and radishes, they were served a kind of winding noodle.

From the first time they tasted these noodles, the twice-daily mealtimes became the most anticipated moment for most people.

It's dinnertime again.

On the open ground of the garrison, more than a dozen large pots were lined up in a row, and the soldiers were also lined up in more than a dozen rows.

The cooks stood behind the pot, serving food to the soldiers who lined up in front of them.

They first put half a flatbread in the lunchbox, then scooped a spoonful of potatoes from the pot, and then poured a spoonful of hot soup over the flatbread.

Most of the soldiers who received their mess kits would first take a deep breath through their noses, then quickly close the lid and leave with their mess kits.

"Old Wu, give me an extra half piece, I'm wounded today!" A veteran with a beard grinned as he handed his lunchbox to the large pot.

"Nonsense! A twisted ankle counts as an injury?" Old Wu, the head cook, laughed and scolded.

"Ding Dadan! Stop being so shameless, hurry up and get your food! Everyone's starving!" Li Weixin shouted from the front of the line.

Seeing that the deputy platoon leader had spoken, Ding Dadan stopped arguing, smiled, took his lunchbox, and quickly left.

The lunchbox filled with hot soup was a bit too hot to handle, but he didn't care at all. He found a spot where the first platoon of the Eighth Company was gathered, squatted down, and warmed his hands with the lunchbox while waiting.

"How do you guys know how Xiao Su's brain works? He's such a good shot, he can train falcons to scout enemy positions, and he can even make such delicious noodles!" he couldn't help but exclaim.

Unfortunately, his comrades were all wolfing down their food and had no time to pay attention to him.

Zheng Ergou was the first to finish the noodles and vegetables in his lunchbox. He wanted to finish the remaining soup in one go, but after hesitating for a moment, he took out a small handful of fried noodles from his dry food bag, added them to the lunchbox, mixed them with the soup, and continued to shovel them into his mouth.

"Ergou, you can't eat and drink like that. That's wartime rations," Ding Dadan reminded him.

"Young people just can't stand being hungry. Look at me, I haven't even eaten a single bite of the fried noodles they gave me," an old soldier said with a laugh, patting the food bag at his waist after licking his lunchbox for the third time.

Zheng Ergou smiled at the two veterans and was about to speak when he suddenly caught sight of a familiar white figure swooping down from the sky like an arrow.

"Xiaoyu!" he blurted out.

"Su Yang is here?"

Many soldiers who were still eating with their heads down looked up when they heard Xiaoyu's name.

When they saw that the familiar "little scout" had landed steadily on a nearby truck, everyone's faces lit up with surprise, and they began to look around for Su Yang.

Using Xiaoyu's perspective, Su Yang immediately spotted the soldiers eating the "Defend the Country" noodles.

Lying at home in Shenzhou, he couldn't help but smile.

The production of noodles for protecting the country is not high now, although Yue Jinlong once said that the leaders promised to supply the 352nd Regiment in the first batch.

But the soldiers of the 352nd Regiment still couldn't eat to their hearts' content.

Each person could only eat half a piece at each meal, and they still had to rely on the old-fashioned radish, potatoes, and cornbread to stave off hunger.

However, thanks to the seasonings along with the bread, the cooks were able to prepare the food faster and tastier.

"Xiaoyu! Come and eat some noodles!"

The row of cadres noticed that Xiaoyu had gathered around, and Li Weixin even wanted to hand the lunchbox to Xiaoyu.

Under Su Yang's direction, Xiao Yu shook her head.

The gyrfalcon is not interested in noodles, or rather, it is not interested in any cooked food.

Birds' sense of smell has almost completely degenerated, and their sense of taste is also very insensitive.

Nowadays, the camp is filled with the smell of instant noodles, but Xiaoyu can hardly smell it.

"Xiaoyu, where's Su Yang?" Li Weixin asked expectantly.

"Gurgle!"

After tilting its head and looking at Li Weixin for a while, Xiaoyuchong cried out and stretched out a paw.

Its vision-sharing feature only allowed Su Yang to share what he saw, but not what he heard.

Fortunately, Xiaoyu can understand human speech after becoming Su Yang's pet.

He then noticed that Xiaoyu's leg was tied with a tattered strip of cloth.

"Did Xiao Su write us a letter? Deputy Platoon Leader Li, quickly take it down and let us see!"

The soldiers stopped eating and quickly surrounded the truck where Xiaoyu was standing, urging her to hurry up.

Su Yang felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he read this.

He only stayed in the 352nd Regiment for a month, yet so many people still remember him.

As soon as Li Weixin removed the strip of cloth from Xiaoyu's leg, more than a dozen heads immediately poked their heads out.

"To all comrades of the 352nd Regiment:"

See literally!

May you all be in good health and full of fighting spirit when this letter arrives.

Xiaoyu's temporary stay in the army to assist in investigating the enemy's situation will surely help everyone gain the upper hand.

Hoping for good news soon!

—Su Yang

"Sigh! Su Yang didn't come!"

"I'd also like to ask him for pointers on marksmanship!"

As Li Weixin finished reading the words on the cloth strip, the soldiers, who were surrounded by layers of soldiers, were somewhat disappointed.

"Su Yang is back? Ask Su Yang if he's seen Lao Luo!" The political commissar of the 352nd Regiment and several battalion-level officers came over upon hearing the news.

As soon as Xiaoyu landed, someone went to inform the cadres of the 352nd Regiment of the news.

Upon hearing the political commissar's voice, the soldiers voluntarily made way for him.

After the third battle, the regimental commander Luo Pojun and the deputy regimental commander returned to China to recuperate, leaving only the political commissar to oversee the situation.

"Reporting to the political commissar! Su Yang didn't come; he only sent Xiao Yu to accompany the army!" Li Weixin saluted and handed the strip of cloth in his hand to the political commissar.

"Let Xiaoyu accompany the army!"

The political commissar's eyes lit up. He took the strip of cloth, quickly read it, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Good! Good!"