Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

A soldier asked curiously.

In their memory, it seems that they have never seen such a thing.

"Potato!"

Qiao Lin bent down to pick up one, put it under his nose and smelled it, and there was a smell of earth.

"Potatoes? There are potatoes like this?"

The soldiers are all from the countryside, and the crop of potatoes is very familiar to them.

Especially when the country was devastated by war in the past few years, grain production dropped sharply. Potatoes once became the staple food on the table of the people in the country, and I don’t know how many lives of the people who were ravaged by hunger were saved.

It is easy to grow, high in yield, easy to store and easy to cook. The most important thing is that this thing is full. When the conditions are tough, one potato can be carried by one person for two or three days.

But the things that the company commander called potatoes in front of them are too different from the potatoes in their impression. Not only are they smaller in size, but the color of the skin is also wrong. When you touch it with your hands, the skin is not as smooth as a potato. There is a very rough feeling.

"This is a wild potato. It is generally produced in hilly areas with relatively low temperatures. Like our country, especially in the south, the environment and soil are not suitable for the growth of this thing. It is only found in the border areas of the northeast and northwest. And this thing It is wild and cannot be cultivated artificially, and it is normal if you have never seen it."

Qiao Lin squatted on the ground and used a dagger to gouge out all the shoots growing on these wild potatoes, and at the same time educated the soldiers.

"Company commander, you know a lot about the environment and soil of the region. I didn't expect Tudou to have so much knowledge. Company commander, you must have gone to middle school, right? You are really educated!"

The soldiers squatted down one after another to help Qiao Lin remove the sprouts from the potatoes, and they also sincerely admired his knowledge and talents.

Does going to middle school count as being educated?

Qiao Lin smiled bitterly, but did not answer the question.

He didn't mean to ridicule the soldiers at all, but admired their simplicity.

If it weren't for these soldiers with little education, who risked their lives to fight for the country and the people, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the chance to go to college.

It is precisely because of the burden of these martyrs that the common people have a peaceful life in the future.

Jolin thought so.

"That's why we have to train hard, strive to win more battles, and drive away those invaders. At that time, no one will dare to bully us, and our children and grandchildren can go to school, middle school, and university in peace. , and everyone becomes a literate person.”

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiao Lin instilled in the soldiers the idea of ​​a strong army and a strong country.

"The company commander is right. Let's beat the enemy away, so we don't have to fight anymore. When the time comes, the world will be peaceful. We can work in agriculture and work, and our children can study well. Let us let us read the books that we can't read in this life." Let the next generation read it, and then our descendants will be like company commanders, educated and knowledgeable!"

A soldier said deeply.

Chapter 180 IX Difficult Drilling Wood to Make Fire

"Why do I feel like you're taking advantage of me?"

Qiao Lin looked at the soldier who spoke, and pretended to be angry and said, "What do you mean that your offspring are all like the company commander? You think of me as your offspring, right?"

"Hahaha!"

Qiao Lin's words drew a burst of laughter from the soldiers.

The soldier touched his head in embarrassment, and hurriedly defended: "Commander, I didn't mean that."

Of course, Qiao Lin wouldn't care about it because of a slip of the tongue. Strictly speaking, these soldiers are more than enough to be his grandfathers, not to mention his fathers.

If the system hadn't sent him here by accident, if we met in real life, he would only be a young man in his twenties, and these soldiers are all old men in their 90s and [-]s.

"The young shoots of this kind of wild potatoes must be scooped out, because this thing is poisonous. If you eat it by mistake, you will suffer from limb paralysis. If you have the conditions, you should go to the hospital immediately. Throw it all out."

After talking and joking for a while, Qiao Lin started to popularize science again.

This kind of knowledge is useless in daily life, but here is the peninsula, even if the soldiers only have a one-thousandth chance of encountering this kind of thing, knowing this method can save lives.

When they heard that this thing was poisonous, the soldiers gouged it out more carefully, and even checked everything that had been gouged out before.

After processing the potatoes, it was already dark, and the sudden drop in temperature made the soldiers feel cold.

Jolin decided to light a fire.

Although it was not difficult for him to find food, it was really difficult for him to make a fire.

Due to limited conditions, there was nothing on the site to make fire except firewood.

Qiao Lin regretted not bringing a box of matches, but after thinking about it, since it was survival in the wild, the conditions must be limited to the most difficult level. Bringing a dagger and rope would be suspected of cheating. If the matches are on, then this training will lose its meaning.

There is no battery, no washing powder, no carbon rod flint, none of these most basic tools for making fire. After thinking twice, Qiaolin decided to use the oldest method, which is to drill wood to make fire.

Almost everyone knew about drilling wood to make fire, but it was only heard about it. Few people actually tried it, at least no one in Qiao Lin's team had tried drilling wood to make fire.

There was no way, Qiao Lin could only rely on the limited knowledge in his memory to start preparing for drilling wood to make fire.

First, I chose a relatively flat board, flattened the side, and then dug a lotus seed-sized hole in the middle with a dagger.

Then I picked a finger-thick, relatively straight wooden stick and sharpened one end.

Find another dry and severely dry branch, scrape it with a dagger, and scrape off a pile of fine sawdust.

Fill the sawdust into the dug hole, insert a sharpened stick into it, and rub it back and forth with your hands.

This time there is no need to carry out science popularization. The soldiers can see that the company commander is digging wood to make fire. Everyone is very curious about this ancient method that only exists in legends, and waits in a circle for him to drill the fire out. .

Qiao Lin's physical fitness is already good, coupled with the blessing of combat value, his physical fitness can be regarded as the strongest among all people.

But making fire by drilling wood is not something that can be achieved only by good physical fitness, especially Qiao Lin is the first time to do this kind of thing.

It didn't take long for Qiao Lin to feel hot in the palms of his hands, as if a fire was burning, but there was not even a wisp of smoke from the drilled wood.

Qiao Lin had no choice but to continue to speed up the rubbing speed. For a while, the soldiers could clearly hear the sound of the branches drilling.

A group of soldiers stared at the wooden stick in Qiao Lin's hand without blinking. They all thought that a ball of fire would rise into the sky in the next second, and they were so focused that everyone forgot about the cold.

Half an hour passed, and some soldiers couldn't help yawning.

He was not physically sleepy, but was sleepy looking, and felt that there were countless wooden sticks spinning rapidly in front of him.

Qiaolin smelled the smell of burnt wood, and he was pleasantly surprised that he had already got out of the fire, but after he stopped his hands and observed carefully, he found that the board on the ground had been drilled, and it was very hot to the touch. But it didn't mean to burn at all.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't felt the numbness and softening of his arms, but at this moment he really felt it.

The drilled plank could no longer be used, so Qiao Lin had to change the position and dig a new hole, and then handed the wooden stick to the soldier beside him to continue his work.

The soldier was also unambiguous, rubbing his arms so windy that he punched Qiao Lin with his elbow several times.

But no matter how hard he tried, the final result was the same as Qiao Lin's. The plank was drilled through, but the fire did not come out.

The soldiers all looked at Qiao Lin with sleepy faces, and began to wonder if the story of making fire by drilling wood was true.

Qiao Lin realized that there might be a problem with his own method, so he thought about it carefully and decided to change it.

Drilling wood to make fire doesn't have to be done, can it generate heat even if the friction is different?

Jolin couldn't help but feel proud of his wit.

As the saying goes, if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to travel all over the world.

Unexpectedly, physics knowledge could also be used on the peninsula battlefield.

It was still the same board, but this time Qiaolin didn't dig a hole in it, but used a dagger to draw a groove, and then scraped some wood chips at the end of the groove again, and used the pointed end that had been polished to make a hole. The stick is pushed and pulled quickly in the groove.

Facts have proved that change often represents the emergence of opportunities. This time it took only ten minutes, and a few sparks burst out, which were unusually dazzling in the dark.

Qiao Lin quickly leaned down and blew lightly. Soon, wisps of green smoke came out from the sawdust ignited by sparks, and a small flame jumped out.

"It's on, it's on!"

The soldiers couldn't hide their excitement and cheered in unison.

"Hurry up and get firewood!"

Seeing that the flames were about to burn out, Qiao Lin shouted anxiously.

The soldiers hurriedly stretched out the branches and sticks and put them on the flames.

It's a pity that things backfired, and the cluster of flames finally died out under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Oh shit!"

It has been more than two hours since Qiao Lin began to yell at the fire, and he still failed to light the fire. His patience was almost exhausted.

"Company commander, don't rub it again, let's prepare the firewood in advance this time."

A soldier said unwillingly.

"Wait, let me sum it up."

Qiao Lin was not in a hurry to start the fire again, but began to summarize the reasons for the ignition failure and learn a lesson.

The dry branches were split into sticks the size of chopsticks, and they were put together one by one like building a house.

After making these preparations, Qiao Lin picked up the stick and started a new round of fire rubbing.

With the experience of last time, the trip to get the fire went very smoothly this time, and within a few minutes, a cluster of flames ignited out of thin air.

Jolin held the board carefully, put the flames under the sticks, and began to blow.

The jumping flames suddenly went out, and just as everyone's hearts sank, a ball of fire burst out of the wooden stick.

After nearly three hours of hard work, the fire was finally lit.

Chapter 190 Delicious Baked Potatoes

"The company commander is mighty! The company commander is domineering!"

The soldiers couldn't help cheering, as excited as if they had won a battle.

In this wilderness, it is not an easy task to start a fire with only a few sticks.

And it took such a long time to make everyone think that the hard work was not in vain.

More importantly, this fire brings warm hope, and in this cold winter night, there is no need to suffer from hunger and cold.

"Come, come, don't care about the fire, dig a hole first."

Qiao Lin used a branch to draw a circle with a diameter of about one meter on the ground for the soldiers to dig.

The extremely low temperature on the peninsula can freeze the surface soil to a depth of [-] centimeters. In this case, digging the soil without tools is undoubtedly a very difficult job.

Even though the soldiers had daggers in their hands, it was very difficult to dig. They could only pry up little by little along the line Qiao Lin had drawn.

Five or six soldiers formed a circle and worked hard for more than half an hour before digging up the permafrost thoroughly. The remaining soil was relatively soft. They simply gave up their daggers and used their hands to dig out.