As the sun set, after the third attack, the devils failed to launch a fourth attack, and they had to stop attacking because of the large casualties.

A fat man didn't know that the devil's Shaozuo had fainted, and at this time their command system was in chaos, if it weren't for the little devil's doctor being strong enough, it was estimated that the Eighth Route Army would soon notice the situation.

Ma Zongcai felt that the weather was likely to cool down recently, so he notified the logistics staff to send all the quilts, and everyone put on cotton clothes and gloves, and the warmth on his body gradually dissipated the pain of some wounds for a while.

The little fat man leaned on the trench, looking at the sky with rare comfort, looking at the reporters who were busy running forward and backward, and couldn't help muttering to the eagle:

"I don't know if they can help us get some supplies this time, after this battle, there will not be much left in the army's family, I hope these people can get some of the donations and materials from overseas Chinese to us."

"Don't worry, boss, I've seen everything I've said to them for the past few days, tears keep flowing down, it looks like I should be able to get something this time."

The eagle lit three cigarettes, one of which was casually shoved into the mouth of a soldier with a wounded thigh next to him, and the other cigarette was handed to the little fat man.

Ma Zongcai just wanted to take over the third real estate, but found that the eagle had thrown an unlit cigarette to him.

"These reporters have helped us a lot lately, and I heard that each of them did a very good job in carrying the wounded, and their food should have been slightly improved recently."

Ma Zongcai took off his steel helmet, put a large piece of cotton in it, and put it back on, his head has been worn out by the steel helmet, if he doesn't pad some cotton, I'm afraid the skull will wear out.

"Didn't you ask the logistics staff to arrange some canned meat and salted fish and other things for them, what? Lowered the food for them again? ”

Originally, Li Feng was completely qualified to increase the food for these reporters, but now is an extraordinary period, so everything can only be simplified.

But after robbing the transfer station of the devils before, there are still some canned meat, thinking that these reporters will be entertained well, they can say some good things for the Eighth Route Army, and the fat man will no longer think about saving, who knows that now there is a shortage of food.

"It's not like that, these reporters have recently taken in some orphans, and then replaced some of the food with very rough rice noodles, saving more than a dozen orphans!

Moreover, they didn't eat much of what they were carrying, and some of our seriously wounded people still had sugar in their mouths before they died, all of which were put into their mouths by these reporters. ”

The sugar in this era is not comparable to the sugar of later generations, after all, the Eighth Route Army is short of materials, even if there is candy, ordinary soldiers may not be able to eat a few, more are sent to hospitals and other logistics agencies, and handed over to those female soldiers who are busy all day long.

"This is my dereliction of duty as the boss, I must get some rock candy for the soldiers to taste, why do Lao Tzu's brothers and devils desperately can't even drop a single candy in the end?"

Li Feng was very angry when he thought of this, some people in Chongqing sit in the office all day long and live very comfortably, and they don't even eat sugar, the reason is because they are tired of eating sugar and need to eat something better.

And the things that his brothers and devils seized after fighting their lives have to think about other companions, how can there be such a big difference in treatment between people?

"Boss, let's not think about eating sugar for the time being, I heard that the farm has been milking cows recently, let the soldiers drink some milk, that thing is more realistic." Qiankun Audiobook.com

The smell of milk made by Hou Yao was so strong that the little fat man pinched his nose and drank a bowl, if it weren't for the principle of not wasting it, he would have spit it out.

Pure milk is indeed very good, but if the smell is too strong, the soldiers may not be able to stand it, so now the technicians are trying to find a way to solve it.

"This question is very good, the consumption of the soldiers has been very large recently, it is also good to drink some milk to replenish it, and by the way, get some lard military rations to supplement the nutrition!"

Eating is always a rare happy moment for the soldiers, especially in the evening, when the hot meal is served, all the soldiers' bowls are piled to the brim, and a large piece of braised pork on top makes them smile from ear to ear.

Due to the sneak attack of the devils who also need to be guarded against at night, there are many flames in front of the position, and there are many fires burning inside the position.

Wang Jing saw a soldier holding a bowl of rice, only eating without vegetables, licking the big braised pork from time to time, he thought of some of the words Li Feng once said, so he couldn't help but take out his camera to take a picture of this scene, he was going to name this picture "Soldier Eating Meat".

"Looking at the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army eating braised pork, I felt deeply guilty again.

Although my family is not very wealthy, I can see this dish very often, and sometimes I get tired of it.

But seeing the piece of braised pork in the bowls of these warriors, I couldn't help but write this paragraph.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were very strange, there was a large piece of braised pork in the bowl, but they were unwilling to eat it immediately, but chose to eat white rice first, lick it on the braised pork from time to time, and then continue to eat white rice.

I once asked Li Feng why the fighters are like this? His answer was this:

These people are used to being poor, and we originally had some seizures in the war, and it was not difficult to eat a few meals of braised pork, but these people had families, and they wanted to wrap the braised pork in oiled paper and bring it to the children at home.

It was at that time that I seemed to understand why some Eighth Route Army soldiers had handkerchiefs and oiled paper and the like!

Therefore, these soldiers did not break this habit when they were fighting, and when I wrote this, I couldn't help but give them a thumbs up in my heart, these soldiers are indeed good.

I'm going to leave the trenches in a moment, and I've recently gathered a few orphans, and I'm going to see them. ”

Wang Jing closed his notebook, he found that the radio station he brought was almost out of power in the past few days, if he hadn't brought a small generator with him, it was estimated that the manuscript would not have been transmitted.

The rest of the reporters were even more miserable, they didn't think there would be so many stories here, so they are now taking turns queuing up to borrow the radio station of the Eighth Route Army.

Li Feng ate a large piece of braised pork, and in the spirit of humanitarianism, he took out the can of canned meat from his arms, put it next to the fire and heated it for a while, and then continued to feast.

The soldiers actually had canned meat, but these people didn't know where to hide, and they hadn't seen them eat meat in the past few days.

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