What Sun Lei never expected was that all the soldiers of their Sharp Knife Company and the Third Company had millet porridge at noon today, which was still very different from the white noodles in his previous fantasy, and it could be called a world of difference.

This millet porridge is not only very thin in sugar, but also each soldier can only get one bowl, even as the company commander Zhao Yifa and instructor Wang Wenju are the same, not to mention that they want to drink one more bowl, they want to drink one more sip, and they don't even have a door.

"Cooking squad leader, after our three companies of the Sharp Knife Company followed the large army to regain Pyongyang, the capital of North Korea, do we eat this every day?" Sun Lei stood in front of the big iron pot, pointed to the millet soup with wild vegetables floating in the pot, and asked Sun Dazhuang, who was in charge of cooking, in an incredible tone.

Hearing Sun Lei's question, he immediately made Sun Dazhuang angry, and immediately replied angrily: "Comrade Sun Lei, the soldiers of our three companies of sharp knives don't eat this, are they still like you, eating noodles every day, what are you thinking, I can tell you, it's good to eat millet porridge, it's much better than eating fried noodles and gnawing frozen potatoes every day." ”

After saying this, Sun Dazhuang paused for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered that he had made a big bowl of white noodles for Sun Lei this morning, and immediately changed his words, and added in a somewhat angry tone: "Comrade Sun Lei, we don't have your life."

"We only have one pound of white noodles left in the three companies of sharp knives, and the company commander and instructor have asked me to make you a bowl of white noodles this morning in order to treat you. For this, I used half a pound of white flour and boiled an extra egg for you.

"Now, we only have half a pound of white flour and five eggs in it. According to the rules set by the company commander and instructor before, this is all for the wounded soldiers in our company.

"I really didn't expect that as soon as your kid returned to the team and reported to the company, the company commander and instructor broke this case, you kid should be content, our soldiers in the company, including me, haven't even drunk a mouthful of white noodle soup."

After hearing this, Sun Lei finally understood that even if he followed the large forces of the Volunteers and the Korean People's Army to recapture and recover Pyongyang, the capital of North Korea, the food did not improve significantly, and it was not much different from when he had just crossed the Yalu River and entered the mountainous area of North Korea.

Of course, being able to drink a big bowl of millet porridge at every meal is much better than eating fried noodles every day. What's more, when the fried noodles are finished, it is much better to lean on the mountain farmland or in the abandoned village to collect those frozen potatoes.

After thinking of this, Sun Lei didn't feel anything, and hurriedly took out his big porcelain bowl with several gaps, and asked Sun Dazhuang, the leader of the cooking squad, to give him a spoonful of millet soup, and was ready to turn around and leave.

According to the large porcelain bowl held by Sun Lei, it must be filled with two spoons, and according to the instructions of the company commander Zhao Yifa and instructor Wang Wenju, the tableware in the hands of the soldiers in the company must be filled.

"Platoon Commander Sun, why did you leave?" Sun Dazhuang, the cooking squad leader standing in front of the big iron pot, saw that Sun Lei, who had only beaten a spoonful of millet soup just now, had only filled half a bowl, so he immediately stopped him, beckoned, and said in an urging tone: "Platoon Leader Sun, bring your bowl, I have to fill it for you."

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, our company commander and instructor have said, let our cooking squad fill the bowl in the hands of every soldier in the company with millet soup. If you leave after half a bowl of rice, if the company commander and the instructor see it, they should criticize me for not doing my job well. ”

Before coming, Sun Lei specially selected a large dilapidated porcelain bowl, even if there were several gaps of different sizes on the side of the bowl, he didn't care at all, thinking that he would definitely eat white noodles at noon, and this big porcelain bowl could hold a lot more than others, and he had to fill his stomach before he had the strength to fight with the American devils and the Korean puppet army.

But just now, when Sun Lei learned from the mouth of Sun Dazhuang, the leader of the cooking squad, that the big bowl of white noodles he ate this morning was just a special case, which was originally reserved for the wounded in the company, but it turned out to be a first step, which made him feel ashamed in his heart.

He thought to himself: since there are no white noodles to eat at noon, and besides, he has eaten another meal this morning, so he will eat less at noon, and leave the millet soup for more soldiers to eat.

What Sun Lei never expected was that he had just walked less than two steps away with half a bowl of millet soup when he was stopped by Sun Dazhuang, the leader of the cooking squad, and asked him to fill the big bowl in his hand with millet soup before leaving.

"Squad Leader Sun, my half bowl of millet porridge is enough to eat, you don't have to fight so much, you hurry up and cook for the other soldiers, I'm leaving." After Sun Lei stood in place and was stunned for about five seconds, he continued to walk forward without looking back, and said with a choked voice.

Holding the half bowl of millet soup in his hand, Sun Lei found a place where no one was, he squatted in the corner of a dilapidated house, and couldn't help but burst into tears while drinking millet soup in a big gulp.

At this time, he was really ashamed that he had the idea that he could eat white noodles just now, but no one including the company commander Zhao Yifa and instructor Wang Wenju, as well as the cooking squad leader Sun Dazhuang, made him feel even more unhappy in his heart.

Sun Lei drank the half bowl of piping hot millet soup in less than two minutes, and at this time he finally realized that in the Korean War, the volunteer soldiers were not as good as the American devils and the South Korean puppet army, they were not as good as the American devils and the South Korean puppet army, and their weapons were not as good as the American devils and the South Korean puppet army.

Although, as a modern person who has traveled over more than 70 years later, Sun Lei has long known that the Korean War was only an armistice agreement in the end, but in essence, it was the Chinese People's Volunteers who facilitated the armistice by fighting it, which means that the war was won, which is beyond doubt.

Just as Sun Lei was squatting in this corner where no one was thinking to himself, he suddenly heard the voice of an orderly soldier not far away, "Comrade Sun Lei, Platoon Commander Sun, are you inside, the company commander and the instructor said that there is something important to look for you......"