Looking at the large package that was opened in front of him, as well as the fifty bottles of whiskey stacked on the pile, the commander of the South Korean army camp, Lee Doo-hyun, fell into deep thought, and the South Korean soldiers who were watching around showed greed one by one.

You know, when they had breakfast this day, they drank boiled water, and they could only watch the American soldiers of that regiment gulping whiskey, coffee, and other beverages.

Kim Sung-gi, the combat staff officer who followed Lee Doo-hyun, was a person who was good at observing words and feelings, and after he looked at the South Korean soldiers who were watching around, he found that these South Korean soldiers were salivating, and he immediately saw through the thoughts of these South Korean soldiers.

Of course, Kim Sung-gi originally had no good impression of the American soldiers and commanders who were usually domineering and commanding in front of him, but he felt disgusted with them in his heart, so he often ran to Lee Doo-hyun, who was the battalion commander, to complain that the American army was neglecting them.

At this time, Kim Sung-gi also felt that when he was having breakfast today, he saw those American soldiers eating and drinking spicy food, and he was resentful, and secretly felt in his heart that since the Yankees could drink whiskey, why couldn't they Korean soldiers.

In Kim Sung-ki's opinion at this time, the soldiers of the South Korean army in their battalion at this time had long left the military fortress of Xiajieyuli, and no longer accepted the control and humiliation of the US military, and they could now drink whiskey in the open.

Anyway, these whiskeys were accidentally dropped to this place by the US military, so they would not be stupid enough to send people to give these fifty bottles of whiskey to the US soldiers who stayed in this military fortress in Xiajieyu to drink.

Thinking of this, Kim Sung-gi walked up to Lee Doo-hyun and proposed in his ear: "Your Excellency Battalion Commander, when we left the corner of Xiajie more than an hour ago, the officers and soldiers of our whole battalion watched from the side, drinking whiskey in front of our eyes, while the officers and soldiers of our battalion only drank boiled water, which is too unfair to us."

"Moreover, I have also seen that after drinking half a bottle of whiskey, many American soldiers would rather pour out the rest of the wine for nothing, rather than let the officers and soldiers of our battalion drink even a sip, this group of Yankees is simply too hateful.

"Since all the people in our battalion have left Xiajieyu, we have now found these fifty bottles of whiskey that the US military airdropped by mistake. The officers and men of our battalion walked on foot for more than an hour, and the big guys must be a little tired.

"It's better to let everyone in our camp divide these fifty bottles of whiskey equally, one bottle of whiskey in each row, and let everyone in our camp drink that sip. Anyway, let everyone take a sip of whiskey, and nothing will go wrong.

"In this way, it can not only relieve the physical fatigue of the officers and soldiers of our battalion, but also greatly boost morale. Your Excellency Battalion Commander, if you consider this proposal of mine, the officers and men of our whole battalion are waiting for you, the battalion commander, to speak. ”

Just now, Li Doo-hyun, who was standing in place, was still thinking about whether to send someone to send the fifty bottles of whiskey found in the wilderness to the lower corner and hand them over to the American Commander Madip.

In any case, the fifty bottles of whiskey in this large package were airdropped to this place by their US military, and logically speaking, they should be returned to their US military in full.

Just when Lee Doo-hyun was hesitating, he heard this suggestion made to him by the combat staff officer Kim Sung-gi, and after some careful consideration, he felt that Kim Sung-gi's proposal was all reasonable.

After about two minutes, the commander of the Han military battalion, Li Doo-hyun, breathed a long sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Okay, Shengjijun, just do what you say." Since the Yankees don't give our soldiers whiskey, then, today, let each of the soldiers in our battalion taste such a small sip, which can be regarded as a drunken addiction. ”

After receiving the consent of the commander of the South Korean army, Lee Doo-hyun, Kim Sung-ki, a very patient combat staff officer, immediately called all the platoon commanders together and asked each of these platoon commanders to receive a bottle of whiskey, and then give at least one sip to each soldier in the platoon.

As for officers such as company commanders and battalion commanders, Kim Sung-ki, an operational staff officer, finally left two bottles of whiskey and gave one bottle to battalion commander Lee Doo-hyun, and several other company commanders and Kim Sung-gi themselves shared a bottle of whiskey.

In less than two minutes, fifty bottles of whiskey were distributed, and the platoon commanders opened the whiskey bottles and drank them themselves in two gulps before distributing them to the other soldiers in the platoon.

As the battalion commander, Lee Doo-hyun observed a few times, and he found that the Korean soldiers in the battalion he was leading were fighting with each other just to drink this sip of whiskey, which couldn't help but make him shake his head.

Immediately, he walked up to Jin Shengji, the combat staff officer, handed over an unopened bottle of whiskey in his hand, and said in a flat tone: "Shengjijun, I won't drink this bottle, you take him and share it with the others." ”

Kim Sung-ki, an operational staff officer who had just drunk two sips of whiskey, was surprised by Lee Doo-hyun's decision when he saw that the battalion commander Lee Doo-hyun had said that he would not drink a bottle of wine that belonged to him and let him tie up the other people in the assigned camp.

In this regard, Jin Shengji asked in a puzzled tone: "Your Excellency the battalion commander, are you sure that this bottle is not drunk, let me share it with the rest of the camp?" Wait, if I take it and give it to the others, if you want to drink it again, I guess there won't be a drop of wine left in this bottle. ”

In the face of Kim Sung-gi's inquiry, Lee Doo-hyun replied in a firm tone: "Sung-ki-kun, I'm sure I won't drink it, you quickly take this bottle of wine and give it to the rest of the camp." Rest assured, I won't regret the decision I made. ”

After listening to Lee Doo-hyun's statement again, Kim Sung-gi stretched out his hand and took a bottle of whiskey that had not yet been opened.

At this moment, Sun Lei, the platoon commander of the third company and one platoon of a certain sharp knife company of the Chinese Volunteers lying in the trench, was holding the military binoculars in his hand and saw clearly and vividly the scene of the ROK soldiers of that battalion competing with each other to drink whiskey nine at a distance of one kilometer north of the hillside where they were located.

Moreover, what made Sun Lei secretly happy in his heart was that the Korean soldiers of this battalion really fell for his conspiracy, and now, they could capture the Korean soldiers of this battalion alive without spending a single soldier in three companies with sharp knives.