The snowy Jinchaji base area.

A large convoy of horses was making a difficult march along the mountain road, and although the horses were equipped with saddles, they did not sit on people, but each horse had wooden boxes tied to each side of the horse.

In front of the horses, each cavalryman carried a rifle on his back, wore a thick new yellow coat, stepped on thick waterproof and warm boots, and held the reins, leading the horse to the mountain road ahead.

Under the harsh wind and snow, it was even more difficult for the war horses, who were not good at traveling between mountain roads, to walk.

"There's a dilapidated house in front where we rested"

Spreading out the map and looking at it, and then looking up at the terrain in the distance, the division commander pinched his pocket watch and called the entire cavalry battalion to stop.

As one of the most elite battalions of the 119th Division, the cavalry battalion has extremely rich combat experience, and in a matter of moments, each company platoon spontaneously completed the conversion of the garrison, and they put down the supplies on their horses, unsaddled their horses, and prepared fodder for the horses.

At the same time, a platoon of fighters dispersed in all directions on the orders of the battalion commander.

"This woolen coat coat is really good"

Dusting off the accumulated snowflakes on his clothes, the division commander who walked into the dilapidated earthen house praised the brand-new woolen coat on his body.

"Well, it's wide and heavy, it's warm, it's waterproof, and it can be used as a quilt at night."

The chief of staff also gave a steady wave of praise.

The earthen house was dilapidated, with a dilapidated Buddha statue covered in cobwebs, a dilapidated roof that barely sheltered from the wind and snow, and a few traces of fire on the broken rock tiles.

"This is a dilapidated temple, no one should have been here for a long time, the house is very safe" shook the traces of the fire on the ground, shook the pillars made of rock in the house, and the division commander's guard confirmed the safety of the house.

Soon, the men of the division guard platoon brought a pile of firewood, first repaired the broken roof, and then lit a fire in the center of the earthen house.

The fire shone and warmed the dilapidated earthen house, opened the door through the gap, and looked at the slightly dim emptiness, and the division commander opened the map in his hand again.

Now the time is close to six o'clock, there are still at least more than 100 kilometers of road from here to Shijiaozi Mountain at the division headquarters, and with such a heavy wind and snow and dozens of tons of materials on his back, it will be very dangerous to march at night, so the division commander chose to be stationed on the spot.

"I'm afraid it's going to be a long time before this snow, so let's rest here tonight."

"Well, it's too dangerous to march at night, there are mountains and forests around here, and it's convenient to set up a camp here for the night, and it just so happens that no one has an opinion on woolen coats now, and it's safe to spend the night."

If it had been, the troops would have sought shelter from a village, but now the cavalry battalion was loaded with important supplies and heavy woolen coats per man, so there was no stress in spending the night in the field.

The order was quickly passed on, and while it was still dark, Yu Sheng, the commander of the cavalry battalion, hurriedly organized the personnel to build shelters, and at the same time prepared to bury the pot for cooking, and covered the tarps brought by the army on the materials that were piled up.

There are a total of five large iron pots in the nearly 500 Rao cavalry battalion, and each cauldron can cook 100 rao of food.

The rice and wheat were mixed with snow water and boiled directly in the pot until the cauldron boiled, and the leader of the cooking squad personally brought out a large bucket of canned beef, which was handed over to him by a separate ball not long ago.

Opening the can bucket, he took out a large spoon, and using the large spoon to connect, he heartily poured ten catties of canned food mixed with butter into each pot.

With the wind and snow, the aroma of beef wafted out, and the soldiers waiting for the meal around them swallowed their saliva.

Yu Sheng, the commander of the cavalry battalion, was inspecting the horses one by one at this time.

As the foundation of cavalry, horse care is a top priority, especially in such a harsh wind and snow

Horses only lie down to sleep in a very familiar and safe environment, and the rest of the time they rest standing up, so now it is just a simple shelter and a windproof cloth on the horses.

Touching the mane of the last horse, Yu Sheng suddenly sniffed his nose.

He smelled an aroma, an aroma that stirred his stomach, and following the guidance of the aroma, he walked all the way to the cauldron of the cooking class by his nose.

"What's the good stuff in this scent?"

Looking at the rice and wheat cauldron cooking inside the cauldron, Yu Sheng felt very strange.

It's still the same old-fashioned big pot of rice and wheat mixed with corn flour, how can it be so fragrant? And the fragrance I have never smelled before.

In the boiling cauldron that contained more than 100 catties of food, only ten catties of beef were naturally covered without a trace, and Yu Sheng did not see the beef, and the aroma of canned beef mixed with a variety of flavor enhancement additives was very different from the taste of pure beef, so he naturally didn't smell it.

"Hehe, good thing, wait a few minutes for it to be cooked, you bring the lunch box first"

After taking Yu Sheng's lunch box, the leader of the cooking squad smiled mysteriously.

After a few minutes, the food in the cauldron had already taken shape, and the multigrain rice with its peculiar color and fragrance filled the cauldron, and then the leader of the cooking squad directly scooped up a large spoonful of Yu Sheng's meal

Taking the lunch box that had been filled, Yu Sheng took a closer look.

"This is oil? And meat? A good thing to give for a ball of independence? Looking at the oil on the rice and the beef that was boiled and fell apart, Yu Sheng subconsciously licked his lips.

In the past, the food in the field was boiled rice, wheat and corn with salt in a large pot, and at most I was lucky enough to buy a little green vegetables from a nearby village, and even in the base areas where supplies were relatively abundant, there was only a small chance to eat a little meat.

Without hesitation, Yu Sheng took out his chopsticks and pulled them directly into his mouth.

Hiss...

Although he was hot, he was still pulling hard into his mouth.

"It's delicious, it's delicious," he praised as he blew his mouth.

Yu Sheng, who can only get some oil and meat in a month, faces canned beef with a lot of seasonings and rich flavor, just like a person who eats white rice, and suddenly eats fried rice with shredded pork from Lao Gan Ma, and the delicious feeling is produced in the contrast.

Happiness is comparative, and so is deliciousness.

At the same time that the battalion commander was immersed in eating, the leader of the cooking squad was not ambiguous, and the big spoons in his hands were flying, and the beef fried multigrain rice was equally poured into each soldier's meal

Yes, every one of them is exactly the same, as if it has been accurately weighed by a scale.

The four-year career as the president of the cooking class made his spoon skills superb.

As the last scoop of rice flew into a soldier's lunch box, the five cauldrons were empty, and even the bottom of the pot was scraped clean.

Let the other soldiers of the cooking squad go to eat, and the squad leader will clean up the five cauldrons alone.

Then he took out his lunch box, a delicate aluminum box with a shell lid, and walked to the middle of nowhere, he opened the lid, and there were two nest heads made of coarse chaff in the lunch box.

He took out a nest head from the lunch box and wiped it along the bottom of the cauldron, and then gnawed on it on his own.

"Well, this tastes really good," the head of the cooking class nodded with satisfaction as he ate.

After eating a nest head, looking at the bottom of the pot that still had traces of oil stains, he licked his lips, hesitated and thought for a moment, and took out another nest head to rub the rest of the pot bottom and ate it.