"Good company commander, good instructor ......"

Soon, the cooking squad leader who was rolling up his sleeves and making breakfast came running.

"Squad Leader Zhang, there are two questions I want to ask!" Zhao Wen asked bluntly.

"If I'm not mistaken, I have to eat nearly 500 catties of grain in a day, and the dishes are mainly pickles, pickles, and vegetables, and I eat pork for an average of three days!"

"I want to know how much food the cooking class will use up every time I eat pork with a meal, and whether it will be a little less than usual!"

The cooking squad leader hurriedly replied: "There must be less!" ”

"When we add food, we generally eat pork, and we buy fatty meat, enough oil and water, stews are the best, and there must be less rice to eat!"

"Probably how much less food we can have!" Zhao Wen asked.

"On the day of the meal, I ate fatty meat slices and boiled vegetables at noon, and ate leftover bone broth in the evening, which was full of oil and water, and nutritious. Two meals a day can save about 100 catties of food! ”

Zhao Wen continued to ask: "If we add meals to the soldiers every day, eat pork at noon and bone stew at night, will we be able to save a hundred catties of grain every day!" ”

The cooking squad leader replied very firmly: "Definitely no more, no less!" ”

After a pause, he explained: "If you eat meat every day, the soldiers will have more and more oil and water in their stomachs, and the amount of food they eat every day will decrease. After all, pork can provide more energy than food, and it can fight hunger even more! ”

The answer was the same as he expected, and Zhao Wen couldn't help but smile on his face: "Okay, I know, you go and make breakfast!" ”

As soon as the cooking squad leader left, Liu Wenxuan stared at Zhao Wen with a pair of big eyes and asked, "Company commander, you already know this result!" ”

"Not bad!" Zhao Wen didn't hide it!

"When we were still in the Red Army, I followed the battalion commander, who was still a platoon commander at that time, responsible for protecting the wounded, in order to let the wounded recover as soon as possible, the superiors specially handed over the task of making meat to the platoon commander, and let the platoon commander be responsible for making meat for everyone during the march!"

"We found out about it when we got the meat!"

Liu Wenxuan nodded, but the worry on his face did not dissipate, and he continued to ask: "But company commander, even if eating meat can reduce the consumption of rations, the pork that can be exchanged for that little ration is a drop in the bucket for our entire independent company!" ”

Zhao Wen replied with a confident face: "Instructor, don't worry, although we don't have the funds to buy meat, we have guns and bullets." At that time, with the battalion commander on the Long March, we could get meat to supplement the nutrition of the wounded, and now that we have a base, it is even more of a problem! ”

"Behind Laoshu Village is the big mountain, there must be a lot of prey hidden in it, starting tomorrow, the troops will take platoons as a unit, take turns to hunt in the mountains, and conduct lurking and marksmanship training through hunting, killing two birds with one stone!"

On the training ground of the independent company, just after the end of the gun practice and less than five minutes of rest, the platoon commander led his subordinates to start roadblock training.

In the first battle of Anji Town, Li Zhiyong killed the devil machine gunner with one shot, cleared the obstacles on the way of the army's attack, and reduced the casualties of the troops.

At the end of the battle, he was promoted to deputy squad leader and leader of the combat team, and directly stepped over from a recruit to a veteran and became the lowest-ranking cadre of the Eighth Route Army.

After suddenly becoming the focus and envy of everyone in the platoon, in order not to be compared, no matter what training, Li Zhiyong always rushed to the front of the class.

"Li Zhiyong, you go up first, give everyone a demonstration,......" the platoon commander ordered, pointing to the barricade in front of him.

The five-minute rest time was too short, and Li Zhiyong's two arms that were numb and sore after the gun training did not relieve much.

But the military order is like a mountain, and no matter how tired you are, you can only rush forward.

100 meters of sprint, over the wall, on a single-plank bridge, crawling forward, and then over the wall......

When the roadblock training was about to end, because his arm was numb and he didn't grasp it steadily when he climbed over the wall, Li Zhiyong planted it directly from the broken wall.

"Stand up, haven't you had enough breakfast? Keep moving! The platoon commander couldn't help but rush over and scold.

The pain all over his body made Li Zhiyong's teeth tremble, but he still forcibly endured it, gritted his teeth and finished the next training.

Then the whole person seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and sat directly on the ground, not wanting to move!

"Get up, you can't rest yet!" The platoon commander's roar followed.

"There were also two rounds of roadblock training in the morning...... The company commander ordered that from today onwards, our training intensity will be strengthened! ”

"Hold on to me, train and eat braised pork and stewed potatoes at noon......"

Since joining the Eighth Route Army, Li Zhiyong's happiest moment every day is to eat, especially the additional meals once every three days.

Before joining the army, his family had no land, and he lived by farming for the landlords, and after removing rent and grain taxes, the remaining grain was not enough to eat.

Except for the Chinese New Year, Li Zhiyong has hardly eaten a full meal all year round.

In the independent battalion, not to mention the full supply of miscellaneous grains and refined grains, he can still eat a meal of meat every three days, and such a day is similar to the Chinese New Year in Li Zhiyong's opinion.

Thinking of the finger-thick pork pieces in the braised pork stewed artichoke, a bite of the oil, and the oily stewed potato pieces, the corners of Li Zhiyong's mouth involuntarily began to drool.

Take a deep breath and force yourself to get up from the ground and start training again.

"Didn't you eat, you forgot to crawl forward~" The platoon commander's cry began to ring in his ears again.

"The thorns on the top of the head are equivalent to the firepower net shot by the devils on the battlefield, as long as they touch it, it is equivalent to being shot!"

"The body is completely attached to the ground, and the arms are forced, moving forward step by step!"

"When you cross the barricade, the speed is even faster, according to your running style and speed, you can't dodge the bullets shot by the devil at all, and you are a live target for the little devil on the battlefield!"

On the training ground, every minute is a torment for Li Zhiyong.

Just when I couldn't hold it anymore, the training was finally over.

"Alright, this morning's training is over, everyone has a five-minute rest and is ready to eat!"

Li Zhiyong was holding the aluminum lunch box of the captured little devil, panting, his face was pale, and he didn't know how he moved to the cooking class step by step.

After a long distance, a strong smell of meat came to the face.

"Comrades have worked hard, eat braised pork and stewed potatoes at noon, as well as white rice, and ...... full," the cooking squad leader said with a smile.

A soldier quickly put a big bowl of white rice into his lunch box and, the cooking squad leader who was in charge of the spoon directly dug a big spoonful of vegetables and buckled it on it, and then poured half a spoonful of viscous soup!

Li Zhiyong could see at a glance that his lunch box contained seven or eight pieces of fatty meat.

A mouthful of braised pork is fed to the mouth, and the strong meat aroma, oil and water, quickly permeate the entire mouth.

Li Zhiyong's first feeling was as if he had gone from hell to heaven.

Every second you survive on the training ground is hell.

Every bite of meat here is a heavenly treat.

The exhaustion on the body was also accompanied by the entrance of the braised pork, which was slowly swept away, and then became firepower again.

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