"Good idea!" I immediately agreed to Major Rana's suggestion: "Then I will trouble Major Rana for this matter. We are not familiar with the place... Major Laurana will arrange it!"

"Battlefield Commander Yang said this and saw you!" Major Rana bowed to me and said in a solemn manner: "These refugees can be said to be unfamiliar with Battalion Commander Yang, but Battalion Commander Yang will also donate generously to them. The most precious thing is... Battalion Commander Yang does not ask for any reward... Because you even recruit soldiers from them because you are unwilling to increase the burden on refugees... This spirit is very admirable, so it is natural to do something within your ability!"

I really don't dare to take it for Major Rana's praise. I just couldn't stand it when I saw the refugees... I even believe that anyone who lives in modern times would be unable to bear it if he saw this scene. The reason why some Afghan guerrillas can still watch it and even be able to make up their minds to steal these refugees... is because they live in this cruel environment...

When I returned to the base, I convened a short meeting of cadres... Of course, what was discussed was about funding refugees... We had the money, which was the more than one million dollars snatched from the pirates, but the money was not my own. In this era, the collective system was emphasized, and everyone decided on anything, and this time was of course no exception.

Of course, before the meeting, I briefly talked about the situation in the refugee camp, and Saheed and others were also helping... They were a little unable to bear it. The people of this era were still quite pure, so few people would remain indifferent when they saw that scene.

"Damn it!" Before we could finish speaking, Scar cursed: "Why is this guerrilla? The people also treat it like this!"

"That's it!" Commander Luo also asked in confusion: "Why do they have no discipline at all?"

When I heard this, I almost squirted out of my mouth... God, guerrillas! And some of them are guerrillas developed by drug dealers... The organization surname is Jilu?!!

But then again... our army seems to have developed from guerrillas, and it is organized and disciplined when it comes to guerrillas, so the soldiers really can't imagine that Afghanistan is also a guerrilla, so why is it a little different!

"Battery Commander!" Liang Lianbing asked, "Then do we... still need to train the guerrillas?"

"This code is the same!" I replied angrily: "I will talk about the guerrillas later!"

"I think this is feasible..." Corps Luo said: "First of all, the purpose of our visit this time is to aid Afghanistan. Afghan refugees are also part of Afghanistan... Besides, we have money... The money stolen from pirates is originally ill-gotten wealth, and it is just right to use it to aid Afghan refugees!"

"I agree!" Zhao Jingping said: "We are originally the army of the people, and the people are the foundation of our army... Although we are no longer in our own country, we are now on the same front as Afghanistan, Pakistan and other countries, and jointly oppose helping the Afghan people resist the invasion of the Soviet revisionists. Then we should regard the Afghan people as our people and the Afghan people as our people... Just imagine, if it were our people and our fellow villagers who were suffering such suffering, what should we do? What would we do?!"

"I agree!"

"I agree too!"

...

"I don't agree!" The instructor was speaking.

It’s not surprising that this disagreement comes from someone else’s mouth. After all, there will always be some different voices, but it comes from the instructor’s mouth... It makes the soldiers a little confused.

"Instructor, you..." I looked at the instructor with some surprise.

"I don't agree!" said the instructor: "This matter...is a good publicity opportunity for our troops! How can you leave it to Pakistani political axe?"

"What?" I don't understand.

"I mean..." said the instructor: "What should we do ourselves! We can buy food and let Major Rana buy, cook, deliver food and so on... We can do it ourselves. We have five hundred soldiers, right? Why bother them? And you think... what a great propaganda opportunity, let the Afghan people know that we are a disciplined force, a force to help the Afghan people, a force to fight with them... The people are the foundation of the army. This matter is very meaningful to us. We should take it seriously and treat it as a battle!"

"Well!" Only then did I realize that the instructor said "disagree" refers to this.

With a "coaxing", the soldiers understood and couldn't help laughing.

But what the instructor said is really right... What a great opportunity to promote, and this is also the consistent tradition of our army, right? If the people's work is done well and the people's support is supported, no matter what they do, they will achieve twice the result with half the effort!

So the plan was decided soon...but the workload was really considerable. According to the statistics of the refugees, they used 100,000 yuan. Each person would have to die of food. There was not so much pot and there was no means of transportation... Fortunately, there was Pakistan, a super friendly country...

In fact... this matter is also of great benefit to Pakistan... The life problems of refugees have always been a headache for Pakistan's political axe. First of all, Pakistan itself is not rich, and the life problems of these 100,000 refugees have caused some pressure. Secondly, because of the existence of these refugees... many unstable factors have occurred near Peshawar.

This unstable factor is of course... Refugees are hungry, they are so hungry that they have no other source of income... So of course they will do some thieves.

Now we will come forward to fund these refugees... Of course, to solve a difficult disease in Pakistan, Pakistan will naturally support it with full support.

So soon more than a dozen cars drove to the base for us to use. With the cars, there were also cooking utensils such as wooden barrels or steamers for steaming rice...

The soldiers unloaded these cookware and started working hard... Let's talk about the soldiers in our army, who have a very strong ability to bury pots and make rice... The soldiers who have been accustomed to suffering, these are all insignificant things to us. Less than half an hour ago, piles of fires rose up to make buckets of rice.

Of course, this cooking method is the method of us Chinese... The pilaf made in Afghanistan is troublesome, and we have to cook vegetables and stir-fry them... As for us, we first cook the rice in water and then suck it into the wooden barrel, then steam it for a while and steam it until it is completely cooked. The rice made by this method is called "沪", and the remaining water in the rice is also delicious rice soup.

The advantage of hand-pickled rice is that the dishes are all in it, and salt and other seasonings are added, so as long as hand-pickled rice is the same, the rice will taste without taste... But I believe those refugees will not mind this.

The instructor also considered whether to cook pilaf according to the taste of Afghans, but he gave up quickly... Not to mention that we can't make it, this is a refugee camp of 100,000 people. If we cook pilaf, we 500 people will probably be too busy from morning to night.

After that, the white rice was soon operated to the refugees one after another... Of course, Saheed and his Persian translators must follow him, and the instructor told them early in the morning how to promote our troops and how to promote the friendship between China and Afghanistan... The instructor even asked Saheed and others to make flyers in Persian in advance...

We spent a lot of time on this flyer, because although Saheed and others could say it, they couldn't write it clearly... Moreover, the flyer was directly related to the image of our army and was not careless, so the last few translators studied it carefully, and finally found someone to see if there were any mistakes. Finally, Major Rana asked to help print out thousands of copies.

Later we found out... this is actually a waste of effort, because few of the refugees can read!

However, I was deeply impressed by the instructor's plan... This is a political offensive. Although these things seem inconspicuous... and they are a loss-making business... All of this money is invested on the people and there is no combat power at all, but this kind of investment is invisible, and the returns are often unexpectedly large.

The head of the American consulting group couldn't understand this...

"Hi! Mr. Yang Xuefeng!" Smith came over and shouted at me with a few more soldiers: "I just knew... It turns out that you are all cooks!"

As he said that, those Americans burst into laughter.

"Mr. Smith!" I replied, "There is a saying that only the true hero is laughing to the end. Let's wait and see who laughs to the end!"

Smith couldn't help laughing again, spread his hands and said, "We don't seem to have to compete... I haven't seen you train a soldier yet. Do you want to defeat us with a spatula? Or defeat the Soviets?"

"Or we'll make a bet?"

"No problem! What are you betting on?"

"Just bet...one dollar!" I said.

"Are you worried that you can't afford to lose?" Smith smiled.

"No!" I said, "I just want to win you. As for what bet it is... I don't care at all! If you don't mind... it's okay for us to bet 10,000 dollars!"

"You can afford it?" Smith looked at me with interest.

The guard next to me was angry when he heard this, so he turned around and ran back to the base with a suitcase out, and then opened it in front of Smith... Smith had no sound. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!