If you eat military rations for the first time, it will often feel that the taste is good because of the freshness. The second time, it will feel that it is okay because of the previous good impression.

But when you eat it for the third time, you will feel something is wrong and it is difficult to swallow.

On the fifth time, nausea and nausea followed one after another, creating a clear sense of rejection.

When the sixth time, the nightmare begins... Whenever your tongue touches these things, you will involuntarily begin to doubt your life, even if you are more serious, you will even be unloving.

I don’t know what the producers think of making such terrible food.

No wonder during World War II, Italians would yell at steak, pasta, and red wine. Indian Asan cried and shouted for curry, otherwise their combat effectiveness would drop to negative numbers, and various pig teammates would appear, which would drag them back.

If only military rations were used, not to mention the Germans and Japanese, even the Americans and the British would have to decline sharply.

As for the Chinese people at that time... well, most of us didn't!

So there is no such concern at all.

Until today, we can see a large number of Chinese military rations sold on Taobao, including both sea, land and air.

If this thing can be eaten as a food, then why do you have to do the chief officer? You can be beaten to death directly.

Li Bai waved to the indigenous tribal soldiers outside the shed and transported the military ration box and bottled drinking water.

Even though he had a very high affinity, the blonde woman still couldn't hold back when she saw the box of US military rations, but she still expressed her gratitude with a reluctant expression.

"Thank you, thank you!"

This help is really surprising and cannot even refuse.

This is what you want, so I gave it to you, which can be considered as seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence.

“not-at-all!”

Li Bai waved his hand casually, and the labor and capital were annoyed.

He wouldn't say anything, "you-are-welcome!"

I am not an "editor" and the other party is not a "reporter". If you are talking nonsense, you are welcome to come and do it?!

What a fuck, one, two, three, four, do it again.

Isn’t this a joke?

"Hi! What's your name? My name is Alisa!"

The blonde woman forced a smile and still greeted Li Bai on his own initiative.

She knew that Chinese people were used to names and did not like Western long names, and even short real names were easy to accept.

"My name is Li Feng!"

Li Bai calmly issued a name casually.

The lonely shadow of the cold river is an old friend in the rivers and lakes. Why do you have to know each other when you meet?

When you get the stuff, you turn around and never see you again.

Hello, I, everyone is fine, isn’t this good!

"See you later?"

The blonde woman obviously used a long line to catch big fish, and did not rush to get close to Li Bai and the others, but left with the others and the food and drinking water they had just received, "happily".

"Xiao Li, you just reported my name, right?"

The head of the medical team stared at Li Bai, "What if you are Li Feng, then who am I?"

I don’t want to live anymore, right?

Luan Zhengwei is both angry and funny. Can you not be so cheated?

It’s really too stingy to turn the blame to the leader.

"I'm talking about leifeng. If you do good deeds without leaving your name, just leave this one. Is there any problem?"

Li Bai looked innocent.

If it is a little vague, it is indeed not easy to distinguish between lei and li.

this……

Li Feng, the head of the medical team, wanted to scold people, but Li Bai was very terrifying. Even if he had eye drops, he would not leak. No matter how he said that, he was right.

"Forget it, don't worry about these little things. I'll remind everyone later that if someone gets close to you, whether it's black or white, you must be careful and be careful to keep your mouth tight, and don't say everything out. It's best to pretend to be stupid."

Luan Zhengwei ordered the people around him to include the translator.

"I understand! Zhengwei!"

The translations of the Chinese peacekeeping troops are all reliable people, so they immediately recorded them in a small notebook and conveyed them to others later.

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After the people of the Tagoma tribe and the Hosenmas tribe arrived at the hill, the sun had gradually set in the west and the sky began to darken.

The indigenous tribes dug many pits on the spot, built stoves with stones, and set up large and small pots. While spreading thin bread, they divided the captured prey and prepared barbecue, and some soup were also brewed.

In such an environment, there are not many types of foods to choose from, roughly only thin-dough cakes, black-painted barbecue or strange-tasting soup, and fruits that are not very good-looking.

As long as it is a edible storage, it will basically not be spared.

As for the taste, in a hurry, I can’t care about the good taste. Thanks for being able to eat it, so the whole mountain is full of dark dishes.

If the conditions are better, there is also a little seasoning sauce, usually curry paste or hot sauce.

Somalis do not jealous, but like it very much.

Some people with good luck find some edible plant tuber and use as much food as possible to give themselves and their family extra meals.

On weekdays, even if there are tribal protection and many people and strong power, being able to eat enough is still a very luxurious thing.

Especially in the past six months, many times, most indigenous people have to go hungry, and the problem of food scarcity has existed for a long time, and this is impossible.

However, in the poor environment of resources, the Chinese not only do not have any hardship, but also seem to be a little happy.

After walking around from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, I picked a lot of wild vegetables, washed them, killed them with salt, and mixed them with sesame oil and vinegar. There were several refreshing cold dishes.

I caught a few fish from the creek, including tilapia and pike. They were all very large, scraping scales and ingested internal organs, soaked cooking wine and wild onions, putting more than a dozen pieces of chopped chili peppers to suppress the smell of earth. I inserted an iron chisel and placed it next to the fire to roast it slowly. It was a bit like Japanese grilled fish, and occasionally changed the noodles.

Although the indigenous tribes can get very little food from local materials, most of the dinner looks bitter.

But in the eyes of Chinese people, this is not the case.

Africa is the real world and wealth. You can almost pick up a handful of soil and get oil. You can grow whatever you plant. You can harvest and plant for several seasons a year. As long as manpower can keep up, crops will grow continuously.

Even the barren land is not comparable to the land that has been cultivated for at least a thousand years in the Central Plains of China.

In addition to cold wild vegetables and grilled fish, the real meal between Luan Zhengwei and Li Bai and others is hot pot.

This time, I did not take anything out of Li Bai's storage ring. The copper hot pot and various ingredients were in the tent in the middle, and were taken care of by the driver Xiao Huang and Xiao Chen, who played the temporary guest sound effects expert, and everything was foolproof.

Even though time has passed so long, the ice pack in the insulated box has not melted, and it can be used to chill beer with it.

Hotpot with beer is a perfect match.

A large pile of charcoal picked up at the camp site became free fuel for hot pot.

The charcoal fire was strong, the soup was churning, and the strong and unique aroma of the bottom of the red oil pan spread rapidly, and could be smelled within a radius of dozens of meters, which was quite crazy.

The indigenous blacks in the distance kept squeezing their noses and looking over them all, and many black children were crying directly.

If Americans want to find fault with the Chinese and accus them of manufacturing biochemical weapons of mass destruction.

Then now this is, guaranteed to be a solid one!

The cool breeze blew a little after sunset, and the entire hill was no longer visible.

In the darkness, countless pairs of eyes stared at the Chinese.

Black people's skin can naturally blend into the night, so you can only see dense white background black-eyed kernels.

To be precise, their focus was on the quaint copper hotpot, which was like a zombie siege, with no other sound except the sound of swallowing saliva.

"What are those Chinese doing?"

While chewing military rations with no desire, a white man suddenly realized that the black man around him looked something wrong, as if he was like a zombie in a Resident Evil, staring straight into a certain direction, and his saliva flowed down involuntarily.

"Discharge poison!"

The blonde woman Alisa, who was dealing with Li Bai, took out the spam can with expressionless expression, and looked at the malice that spread over.

Damn, I must have eaten a fake spam. This kind of starchy feeling, those profiteers who killed thousands of swords should be shot.

The archaeological team's camp is not far from the Chinese camp, only a dozen meters away, and the two sides are completely visible.

From a distance, you can see that under the bright light, there are canned white pigs on the Chinese table. That is the real lunch meat, but you are unwilling to share a can for them.

It's so hateful!

The white man who was speaking before twitched his mouth, and he also smelled the smell in the air, and immediately understood why the indigenous black people suddenly turned into zombies, and even he himself was almost unable to control himself and became in this state.

However, Professor Lance, the oldest of these archaeologists, did not have any disgust with the US military standard rations on his hands. Instead, he ate with relish and drank a small sip of water from time to time to assist in the digestion of the stomach and intestines.

He glanced at the Chinese people who were eating big not far away, and couldn't help but say, "Alisha, what are those Chinese people coming from? They turned a blind eye to your beauty!"

It is rare to be able to withstand the perfect affinity of a blonde woman.

They walked along the way, all the way to Alisa's angel-like smile was to unblock and they also received a lot of help.

But these Chinese people were unexpected and didn't take this trick at all.

Alisa, a blonde woman, looked up at the starry night sky, estimated her location, and then said: "This area is east of the Somiera grassland, about 110 kilometers away from Mogadishu. The Chinese people who are most likely to appear nearby, and there are so many people, I'm afraid there is only that peacekeeping force."

Just looking at military vehicles and camouflage clothing is still not enough to determine the identity.

Because among the civilians, there are many people who have these.

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Chapter completed!