Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Wang Dahammer pinched the can and broke it, but apart from being slightly deformed, he couldn't open it.

Qiao Lin looked down at the can in his hand. The can was sealed without even a pull ring. No wonder the soldiers couldn't eat it.

"Didn't you seize a batch of weapons yesterday? Bring some bayonets over here."

For Qiaolin, no matter how tightly sealed the cans are, they will not bother him.

Soon some soldiers took the bayonet that captured the little devil yesterday.

The tin can is dark green as a whole, without any logo on it, but there is a symbol on the bottom of the box, which seems to be in Japanese, but Qiao Lin can't understand it either.

It is estimated that except for the little devil, no one can know what is in the can before opening it.

Qiao Lin suddenly remembered that when he checked the two cars yesterday, his mood was the same as now, as if he was opening a blind box.

But now I'm not so nervous. After all, this is a can, and it contains food. It's impossible to open things like sand and gravel.

"Look, today the instructor will teach you another skill, how to open a can of little devils."

Qiao Lin made a joke along the way, pulled out the bayonet and rubbed it on the trouser leg, put the can on the ground, and stabbed it in with the bayonet.

Pull it down, cut a hole in the tin cover, pull out the bayonet, turn the can half a circle, go in again, and pull again.

A cross-shaped opening was cut on the tin cover, and the tin cover was pried up with a bayonet, and the sealed can was opened like this.

"Hey, comrades are lucky today, it's canned beef."

Seeing the pieces of meat in the can, Qiao Lin exclaimed happily.

Hearing that it was canned beef, many soldiers couldn't help but began to salivate.

The last time I ate meat was the horse meat that was brought back from the ambush of the Little Devils Cavalry Squadron.

"Don't be dazed, eat quickly, and be careful not to tie your hands."

Qiao Lin handed the bayonet to the soldier next to him, and used chopsticks to pick out a piece of beef from the can and put it into his mouth.

Once chewed, the juice splashes and is quite tender.

Not to mention, although the little devil is not good at being a human being, he is still good at making cans. It is not easy for this kind of military cans to make this kind of taste.

The soldiers followed Qiao Lin's example and opened cans with bayonets.

For a while, the courtyard was filled with the sound of bayonets stabbing iron sheets.

The last time I ate horse meat, as for beef, many soldiers couldn't remember when they ate it, and they had long forgotten what beef tasted like.

Soldiers with extravagance eat the canned food first, stuffing pieces of meat into their mouths one after another, until their mouths are glistening with oil.

A frugal warrior poured the meat in the can into the stewed cabbage and plums and ate it. He didn’t forget to break up the steamed buns and wipe off the broth in the can. It was also delicious.

The sound of babbling is endless.

This lunch was probably the most delicious meal eaten by the soldiers since the establishment of the cavalry company.

"Boil a pot of hot water, rinse this can, and you can also boil a pot of broth."

Chen Youjin looked at the minced meat and jelly left in the tin, and came up with a good idea.

Immediately, some soldiers rushed into the kitchen to boil hot water, and some soldiers began to collect empty cans, ready to take the national strength to rinse and boil a pot of broth.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Lin recalled the time when he fought against the First Cavalry Division of the Mi Army on the peninsula battlefield.

There is a dark river in the cave, filled with water in cans, put them on the fire, and boiled out a small box of broth.

When I left, it happened to be the end of the peninsula war.

In that space, the comrades in arms of Dark Blade should be living pretty well now.

Qiao Lin suddenly missed the comrades who fought side by side and shared life and death together.

"By the way, after the last task was completed, isn't the reward of the system good-bye to the old friend? Isn't this old friend someone you once knew? Who could it be? Why haven't you seen him yet?"

He thought of this incident again, and couldn't help but start to look forward to it.

"Instructor Qiao, drink some soup!"

While Qiao Lin was wandering, the broth in the kitchen was ready, and Sun Desheng brought him a bowl.

Qiao Lin took it over and saw that it was no different from water except that it was slightly cloudy with a thin layer of oil floating on it.

He took a sip lightly, smashed his mouth, it was a bit hot, and there was no taste.

"Next time, I'll cook the broth again, at least add some salt."

Qiao Lin put forward a very pertinent opinion. Since it is soup, it must not be tasteless at all, and a little salty taste is fine.

Although it has no taste, the soldiers drink it very fragrantly.

This aroma is not the taste of the soup itself, but the sense of satisfaction.

The conditions of our Eighth Route Army are a bit difficult, but we are not afraid, our soldiers can endure hardships, what is so great about your conditions, little devil, now what we eat is your canned food.

Yesterday's battle was a victory on the battlefield, and today's canned meal is a psychological victory.

"Instructor Qiao, yesterday...all the things I got back were moved into the house, and I counted them, and you can see how to arrange them."

After lunch, it was time for the lunch break. Seeing that Qiao Lin didn't intend to go to sleep, Sun Desheng took the opportunity to report to him, but he struggled for a while, and couldn't say the word grabbing, and changed it to Nong.

"Anything?"

Qiao Lin nodded. Although there was a big harvest yesterday, the quantity was limited after all, so we had to arrange it reasonably and not spend it recklessly.

"The little devil has 48 sets of military uniforms, 48 car tires, [-] shovels, [-] boxes of various cans, [-] pieces in each box, a total of [-] pieces, and [-] bags of rice. Big, only [-] catties per bag, totaling [-] catties, one heavy machine gun, two boxes of [-] bullets, [-] ​​rifles, [-] bullets, [-] ​​bayonet handles, one pistol, [-] bullets .”

Sun Desheng recited the quantity of the supplies that were looted yesterday in one breath, like reciting a text.

"Hey, Company Commander Sun, you've done it in such detail that it's a pity that you're not an accountant."

Qiao Lin gave a thumbs up and praised, this is too detailed. If he can distinguish the types of canned food, he may be able to count them by type.

"I'm a big bastard. I don't have that ability. It's all old Hu's statistics. I just memorized them."

Sun Desheng smiled embarrassedly.

Chapter 540 Eighth

"It's useless for us to keep the military uniform. How to deal with it is also a problem. Let's leave it for now. Later, I will ask the head of the regiment to make a decision. These seven trucks cannot be digested by our independent regiment. I guess they have to be sent to the brigade headquarters, and the tires will be sent together." In the past, let the brigade commander handle it."

Qiao Lin tapped his hands on his knees lightly, arranging how to deal with the supplies.

"Heavy machine guns and rifles are useless for the cavalry, and bullet horse rifles are also useless. Send them to the regiment headquarters to replenish equipment for other troops. Keep the pistol for yourself. You are a company commander anyway, and you have to be a bit of a commander. Official style."

It's a pity that the weapons seized were a little less, which made Qiao Lin a little regretful. If he could capture a truckload of heavy machine guns, Li Yunlong would probably have to walk sideways in Northwest Shanxi from now on. He dared to expand the independent regiment of 4000 people to 1.

Recalling the classic line in the TV series "Bright Sword", Ding Wei commented on Li Yunlong: Give him a teacher, he dares to fight Dragon City.

If there is a force of 1 troops with a truckload of heavy machine guns, Li Yunlong still has to fight to the mainland of Japan?

Funny to think about it.

"Instructor Qiao, this is not very good. The pistol is not easy to seize. Either hand it over to the regiment, or keep it?"

When he heard that Qiao Lin wanted to keep the seized pistol for himself, Sun Desheng quickly waved his hand and refused.

Since he joined the army, he has used old sleeves made in Hanyang, [-] caps, and the shortest is the current horse rifle. As for the pistol, he thinks he is not qualified to use it.

"It's just a pistol. I'll make the decision for you. Don't worry about the commander asking you for it. Unfortunately, there is only one. If there are two more, Company Commander Chen and Director Hu can also match them. We can only wait for them to be captured on the battlefield. Company Commander Sun, Those of us who are soldiers don’t pay much attention, so you take what’s given to you, don’t reach out for what’s not yours, there’s nothing embarrassing about it.”

Qiao Lin understood that Sun Desheng might be embarrassed to accept this gun. After all, the current Eighth Route Army troops are generally equipped with pistols only at the regimental level and above, and few battalion-level cadres use short guns. He is a company commander and is equipped with a pistol. Is it a bit too ostentatious.

"It's... okay."

Sun Desheng "reluctantly" agreed.

But it could be seen that he was quite happy, and it was hard to hide the joy in his brows.

Don't mean don't want, refusal doesn't mean don't like it.

"There are quite a lot of canned food, and eating two for a meal is enough for the regiment to distribute rations. However, these things are consumables. After eating them, they will still have to run out of food next month. You can't grab them every month. You have to think about it." This method solves the problem of the cavalry company’s ration shortage at one time.”

The rest of the supplies had their directions, and the only thing Jolin found troublesome was the canned food.

Although the quantity of canned food snatched back this time is quite a lot, it is only enough to solve the immediate urgent need. Even if you save some food, you can barely survive the next month, but what about next month?

The appetite of the cavalry and even the soldiers has increased. In order to maintain or improve combat effectiveness, high-intensity training cannot be stopped. Without enough physical strength, it is impossible to support the training.

The rations distributed by the troops per head are simply not enough. That is to say, from now on, the cavalry companies will have a food shortage period of about ten days every month, and this problem is the most important.

This time I was able to snatch two cars of canned food from the little devil, and there was a lot of luck in it. If I go to snatch it next time, won't it be so smooth?

Moreover, if the little devil was robbed once, he would inevitably strengthen his guard. It is estimated that vehicles transporting important supplies will be escorted by heavy soldiers. Can the cavalry company handle it?

It can't really develop into a bloody battle mode, and use the lives of the soldiers to exchange rations.

"Instructor Qiao, this matter has reached my heart. I have been discussing this matter with Lao Chen and Lao Hu last night. Now the ration problem has been solved, but the problem still exists. How to solve it fundamentally is really a difficult problem. .”

Sun Desheng slapped his thigh. Since the cavalry company had a food shortage crisis, it has become a knot in his heart to completely solve this problem.

"Opportunism can only be used for a while, not for a lifetime. If we want to solve this problem fundamentally, we can't do it alone. We still have to find the leader. Who should we turn to? How should we say it?"

Qiao Lin stood up, paced back and forth in the yard with his hands behind his back, and said to himself.

Sun Desheng followed closely behind him.

"so!"

Qiao Lin stopped suddenly, and Sun Desheng behind him was caught off guard and almost bumped into him.

"Company Commander Sun, let's not try to save money on this batch of canned food. The soldiers can eat whatever they want. Take some of it out and share it with the villagers in the village. It's not realistic to have one for each person. Let's divide it into three for a family. It's a taste. Thank you for their support to our cavalry company."

Qiao Lin stroked his chin and said to himself.

"I don't have any objection to distributing it to the villagers, but instructor Qiao, the villagers are also in difficulty, so it might not be appropriate to ask them to help us raise food."

Sun Desheng thought for a while, and his face showed embarrassment.

He also thought that Qiao Lin wanted to send canned food to the villagers to help the cavalry company gather food.

"Where did you think? To the villagers is just a simple thank you. There is no other meaning. Even if our Eighth Route Army starves to death, we can't compete with the people for food. Your ideological awareness needs to be improved."

Qiao Lin knew that Sun Desheng was thinking wrong, so he said angrily.

"Yes, I will learn more from Lao Hu."

Sun Desheng patted his mouth, embarrassed.