Chapter 1287 Chapter 1296, Siege of the Point

Author: No one left behind when you hit a mistake

Chapter 1287 Chapter 1296, Siege of the Point

The big pot with one mouthful of steam was gushes, emitting the aroma of pepper and green onion. Soon, the moisture in the pot was evaporated and the fat pieces began to sizzle.

The heat continued to cook, and the fat meat in the pot continued to sizzle, but there was a layer of warm lard at the bottom of the pot. Then, the lard gathered more and more, and the fat piece became smaller and smaller...

When the soldiers of the cooking squad took iron spoons and spoons of pig oil into the salted clay pot, the fat had turned into browned and crispy lard residue.

Pig oil is a good thing, good for the human body, and it is also fragrant for cooking, but it is not comparable to vegetable oils. Those who say that pig oil is easy to cause cardiovascular diseases are simply fooled by others, or have ulterior motives. Think about it, pig oil cannot form industrial production and sales, and the most suitable one is for families in small peasant economy.

Think about it, how big is the population base in our country? If we don’t suppress the pig oil, how can those vegetable oil pressing plants and dealers (Eagle Sauce House) make money? Moreover, pig oil only needs hot water to burn, and basically the plate and bowl are clean, but vegetable oil is not good, and the meals need to be washed to clean. This is another industry...

Putting aside these things, from the point of view of the not-so-scientific evolution and genetics, isn’t the oil that humans first accept animal oil? The first thing the human body adapts to is this fat intake, right?

Ahem, it's been a long way...

The kitchen squad of the Ninth Detachment can be said to be the best group of kitchen squads in the world and a group of people with strong combat effectiveness.

Now, the group of soldiers divided their work and cooperated, some were cutting meat there, some were washing vegetables by the river, some were steaming buns and rice in the village, and some were holding sniper rifles toward the Japanese artillery tower...

When the chefs next to the big pot greeted him, there was only a small layer of lard left in the pot, and the lard residue was also put out by a colander and then salt was added. Then, the heat was heated up, the green onion, ginger, garlic, peppercorns were boiled, and the cut pieces of meat were stir-fried in the pot, and some soy sauce and sweet noodles were added... Well, with Chef Fan, the side food factory in Jiuzhai had already started.

Fried meat, add cabbage, add water, boil, add vermicelli... More than a dozen large pots work together, and the fragrance can float far away, especially the Japanese gun tower, where you can smell the fragrance from so far away.

Gululu... Gulululu... The Japanese in the artillery tower had their stomachs gushing, and then they looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them were willing to move. Well, the Japanese were hungry for a day and really had no strength. And the worst thing is that they hadn't gone out to the artillery tower to use the toilet for a day, and they were all so uncomfortable.

The Japanese would never have thought that they would have reached this situation. If they knew this, they would have to repair the toilet when building the artillery tower.

You said that you should stand at the design port and go out to solve it? The Eighth Route Army sharpshooter stared at the shooting hole and fired a shot from time to time. If his butt was exposed, the Eighth Route Army sharpshooter would like to shoot him very much, right?

Well, in fact, the first floor of the Japanese artillery tower has food and drinking water. However, the grain needs to be processed to eat, and it is not easy to eat raw rice! The kitchen is not far away, right next to the artillery tower. But... whoever dares to go out will be able to come up. So, in the future, the kitchen must be repaired in the artillery tower...

Well, this is the suggestion from the telegram sent by the correspondent in the artillery tower to his own brigade headquarters, and also asked about reinforcements. As a result... the mud cow entered the sea, and there was no return.

The Japanese were so hungry that they were rumbled. Finally, a Japanese soldier couldn't hold back. From the stairs to the first floor, he opened a box with some canned food inside. This was the only thing they could eat at the moment. Of course, if they had to eat, could rice be eaten raw?

However, when the Japanese soldier saw the wooden shelves and white rice bags on the first floor, he suddenly had an idea.

So he quickly moved half a bag of rice to the second floor, then removed some wooden racks from below as wood, took off his helmet, washed it, and put some water in his helmet. When he arrived at the second floor, he set up a stove with bricks, placed the helmet on the stove, added some rice to the helmet, and then lit the fire.

Not to mention, the gun tower was airtight and the small stove was burning vigorously. Soon the water in the helmet was boiling... Finally, the Japanese had their first meal today, and it was still plain white rice.

The Japanese were eating white rice, and the Eighth Route Army outside were not idle either. The soldiers of the Third Company were still on guard at the village, but the soldiers of the First Company started to have dinner with the new recruits.

The fragrant pork stewed vermicelli, one person first had half a lunch box. Those who liked to eat rice had rice, and the cooks also poured two spoons of vegetable soup into the rice to add flavor. Those who didn’t like to eat rice only had two white flour steamed buns, and the pork stewed vermicelli in the lunch box was soft, and the mouth was full of fragrant. Moreover, the lard residues were also placed in the stew before, and they were so radiant that they were full of oil and comfort!

After eating and drinking, it is not suitable to rest. So someone started singing, but it was still singing in Japanese: "White (しら) Birch (かば) Qing (ぁお) Soda (ぞら) Nan (みなみ) Feng (かぜ)

こぶし咲(さ)くあの丘(おか)北国(きたぐに)の,ああ,北国(きたぐに)の春(はる)”

What? Don't understand? Then change it to Chinese lyrics: "The white birch is in the blue sky, and the wind comes from the south. The magnolia flowers bloom on the hills and spring in the north. Oh, the spring in the north has arrived..."

That's right, this is "Spring of the North", a Japanese song that was later covered. Although this song was not from Zi'an in this era, the homesickness of the family remains unchanged.

"Hahaha..." Zhou Changfa, who quietly came to the front line of Wangjiadian, listened to hundreds of people singing together, couldn't help laughing: "This cow bonus, isn't this entangled? Haha!"

That's right, Niu Jiapin uses enemies and ambushing on all sides. Now the Japanese stronghold has been surrounded by groups, and soldiers are singing to the Japanese.

"I'm missing home..." In the artillery tower, listening to songs that were pronounced in very unstandard but could understand the content, a Japanese man buried his head between his knees and his body twitched.

"Oh... I really don't know whether we came to China, right or wrong?" Another old Japanese man smoked a cigarette, and tears also appeared on the corners of his eyes.

"If you do this, aren't you afraid that the Japanese will surrender directly?" Next to Zhou Changfa, Xin Xiaomao listened to the song with some dissatisfaction and muttered.

"As long as the Japanese don't raise the white flag and come out with their hands, they will be the enemy, and they will be determined to destroy him!" Zhou Changfa understood very well. Some hatreds cannot be resolved in a peaceful way, only blood!

(End of this chapter)
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