If it was just that he Park Bong-young had this kind of hard lumpy ration in his hand, it would have been forgotten, and the commanders and fighters of the other heavy firepower companies around him also took out the same dry food and chewed it on the water wherever it was.

Looking at their ration bags again, although they were not very full, and they were not empty like the North Korean troops, it was clear that they had a lot of stock, and they were not one or two heavy firepower companies, but almost all of them.

"This ...... This...... How is this possible? Shouldn't you be like us, running out of food? ”

Park Bong-young looked at the field compressed rations in his hand, and then looked at the soldiers of the heavy firepower company devouring the rations in their hands, their eyes were full of incredulity, so that they couldn't even hold back the words in their hearts, and blurted out directly.

No way, in his impression, the logistics ration supply of the volunteers is not as good as their Korean People's Army in some aspects, although the Korean People's Army also borrowed from the volunteers' fried noodles, but added cured meat, kimchi and rice balls and other foods, not to mention rich, nutrition is also more balanced.

More importantly, the Korean People's Army also had a lot more rations than the Volunteer Army in terms of rations, and even so, the Korean People's Army's rations were exhausted after nearly a week of continuous fighting, so much so that they had to starve the battalion commander for the menacing attack of the British Royal Tank Battalion.

Otherwise, with the strength of the Second Guard Division, which was defending the DPRK's high-level level, it would not have lasted only half an hour before being defeated by the opponent's composite battle group of less than 1,000 people.

Therefore, Park Bong-young, who was allowed to stay as a staff officer of the Second Korean Guard Division, did not escape from the guns of the British army and withdrew to the defense area of the Chinese army.

Because in his opinion, since the rations of the North Korean troops have been exhausted, his Chinese comrades are estimated to have been hungry for a long time, and in such a situation, they don't even have the strength to fight, so what can they talk about holding the defensive line?

It is precisely because of this that Park Bong-young, from the perspective of a person who has come over, persuaded Lao Tang to retreat immediately and not to make fearless sacrifices.

Which Cheng thought that not only did the volunteer army not run out of food, but also had sufficient stocks, which made Park Bong-young feel extremely unreal, and his head was even more chaotic, as if he was living in a different world, because what he was in front of him was not the Chinese army with a handful of fried noodles and a handful of snow in his impression, and how could this be?

"Nothing is impossible!"

Old Tang chewed the field compressed rations in his mouth, and vaguely answered Park Bong-young's incomprehensible question: "I know you still think we still use fried noodles, to tell you the truth, it's all some old yellow calendars, and now, we all use this ......"

As he spoke, Lao Tang raised the half of the field compressed rations in his hand, and said with a smug smile: "It's more convenient than fried noodles, not to mention, and the amount of carrying is much more than that light dough, and more importantly, it's enough to be full, just such a piece is enough for you to have a meal!" ”

Hearing Lao Tang say this, Park Bong-young felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his stomach, you must know that he hasn't eaten a full meal for two days, if it was before, drinking two large bowls of fried noodles might not be full, but now he has only eaten half a piece of field compressed rations.

This time, Park Bong-young couldn't be calm anymore, and put the half of the field compressed rations in the palm of his hand like a treasure, as if there was some peerless martial arts cheats in the half of the field compressed rations, and stared at it with bright eyes for a long time, and then he said with envy: "This should be provided to you by the big brother of the Soviet Union, alas~~ Big brother is big brother, and if there is any good thing, I will think of you for the first time!" ”

Park Bong-ying was envious, but in his heart he was jealous, if the Soviet big brother provided them with this kind of ration to the Korean People's Army, why bother to be beaten by a battalion of the British army and cry for his father, the first Korean army was already embarrassed enough, this is good, the second division of the Korean garrison directly threw the face of the Korean People's Army to grandma's house.

"Big brother of the Soviet Union? Hehe~~ You go and ask them if they have this thing? If so, how many of them there are, how many do I want! ”

Just when Park Bong-young felt a burst of envy, jealousy and hatred, Old Tang pouted disapprovingly, Park Bong-young couldn't help but be surprised again when he saw this, so he hurriedly asked: "Since it's not the big brother of the Soviet Union, is it the captured U.S. military?" ”

It is not uncommon for the Chinese and North Korean armies to seize the rations of the US army to replenish themselves, and besides, the heavy firepower company has fierce combat effectiveness and outstanding combat record, and it is not difficult for them to capture the rations of the US army, because when they heard that these field compressed rations were not provided by the Soviet Union, Park Bong-young immediately concluded that this was the heavy firepower company captured from the US army.

Which Cheng thought, it didn't matter if he opened his mouth like this, but Lao Tang's face sank, and he put the kettle in his hand on the side of the stake with a bang, and looked at Park Bongying, who was startled in front of him, without a good voice: "I said Comrade Park Bongying, why are you thinking about the Soviet Union and the United States?" Why don't you want to think about our China? What's up? Dare to feel that only the United States and the Soviet Union can make this field compression rations, but we China can't make it? ”

"Ah~~ No, no, Comrade Jixian, you are mistaken...... Forehead...... Wait, what did you just say? This ration was made by you China itself? ”

Seeing that Lao Tang put his face down and looked angry, Park Bong-young still dared to put on a posture of pointing out the country, the big brother of the Soviet Union should be respected, and the second brother of China who helped them smash the Americans to death was also something that they did not dare to offend North Korea, because Park Bong-young did not hear what Lao Tang said clearly at all, and he was busy apologizing and explaining.

But halfway through the words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, raised his head suddenly, looked at Lao Tang with an incredible gaze, and asked in a trembling voice that only saw a ghost: "Comrade Jixian...... You...... You...... Are you telling the truth? ”

"What's so strange about a country that can make a Type 50 automatic rifle, a 40mm regent, and an 80mm recoilless gun to make such a small field compressed ration?"

Old Tang threw the last small piece of dry food into his mouth, snorted coldly at Park Bong-young, and immediately got up from the mound, no longer paying attention to the stunned Park Bong-young, glanced at the soldiers of the heavy firepower company who were already full of wine and food, and said in a deep voice: "It is estimated that those British also want to take advantage of our lack of food to come like this, otherwise with so many good guns and good guns, why do they go around and fight guerrilla attacks with us for so long?" Now that they are coming up, let them see what guerrilla warfare is, and what real bayonets are! ”

After speaking, Old Tang's face suddenly turned grim and ordered in a deep voice: "All of them, prepare to fight!" ”