At noon on the third day, our long-awaited white flour rice arrived as scheduled, because the road was slippery and difficult to walk, and the transport battalion cars were not used. They temporarily requisitioned civilian mule, horse, cart and trolley in Linmeng, and used these near-primitive means of transport to transport supplies to the camp.

According to the current dining standards of our army, there are two meals a day, one meal of multigrain rice, and one meal of white rice or white flour steamed buns. As for the canned beef and beans aided by the U.S. military, they all rarely appear, and only occasionally appear in special missions, such as our last reconnaissance across the river.

But at noon today, my battalion made an exception to add a meal to comfort these Qiuba, who have been gnawing on the bark for more than half a month, so that they can completely get rid of the bitter taste of the banana bark.

White rice, pork and cabbage, these soldiers drooling and their eyes widened, and they lined up early, waiting for this sumptuous meal.

We have been hungry for too long, and we have not eaten the food that people should eat, and this kind of food is tantamount to the delicacies of the mountains and the sea to us.

The whole camp was filled with the smell of food, and I walked around the various companies, looking at the satisfied faces of the Qiuba, and thinking to myself, let's eat, let's eat, but I don't know where our next meal will be after this meal, or whether we have the life to eat the next meal.

My pessimistic nature seems to be innate, so much so that even after becoming a soldier and being a company commander and battalion commander all the way up, this personality has not changed much.

At my age, it is not easy to be an officer of the rank of major, and I should be grateful and be my battalion commander as a major, so as to go further.

But I didn't. I don't have the subjective idea to work in a more positive direction. What I'm best at is to discover the bad things in life, and I'll try my best to exhaust myself because of my discoveries, because of my pessimism.

Huang Wenlie's personality is just the opposite of mine, he is the kind of person who always looks like he is always frowning and preoccupied, and it seems that his head is filled with endless worries about the country and the people.

In fact, it is not the case, as long as Huang Wenlie has a little hope in his heart, he will quickly burn himself like dry wood in a fire. To put it bluntly, it is the faith he has in his heart. And I don't have faith in my heart.

Thaksin believes in the awe-inspiring justice of the country and the nation, and he believes that he naturally has the country and the nation in his heart, and naturally there is justice and awe-inspiring. Everything I believe in is not on the table, it is only suitable to be stepped on the soles of my feet and thrown into the mud.

I have two words to sum it up: filthy.

On the surface, I always don't care about anything, playing tricksters and hitting anyone and anything I can hit. Huang Wenlie ignited immediately when he encountered the fire, even if a raging fire was already burning in front of me, the basin of cold water in my heart would not hesitate to splash out. It used to be like this, and it hasn't changed much.

Just like today, Huang Wenlie deliberately stayed to feel the joy with the soldiers, he walked up to me with an American-style metal lunch box and said, "Camp Commander An, haven't you eaten yet?" The taste is good, the men of your first battalion are stronger than those in the regiment headquarters, should we change them? ”

Huang Wenlie said jokes that he was not good at to show his good mood. I looked at the US military lunch box in his hand, and said half-truthfully: "Tuanzao, are you panicking when you hold this thing?" Do you want me to have someone change the porcelain jar for you? ”

Huang Wenlie looked at the lunch box in his hand and said, "I like new things, is it possible that Camp Chief An still uses a coarse porcelain jar for dinner?" It was not easy to wash, and it had no lid, so it was very unhygienic. ”

I smiled and teased: "The group seat serves the Americans' lunch box, and even the way of life has been assimilated by the Americans?" I thought that as long as I had something to eat, I could fill my stomach, so I didn't care if it was hygienic or unhygienic. ”

Orderly Xiao Tao walked in with my portion, put the lunch box on the table, and said, "Battalion commander, the meal has been brought to you." ”

I also use an American-style lunch box, and Huang Wenlie is right, this thing is not only light and easy to carry compared to the porcelain jar, but also more hygienic because it has a very strong lid.

Huang Wenlie looked at my lunch box and said with a smile: "The problem of Camp Commander An's inconsistent heart still hasn't been completely corrected!" ”

I was enjoying the things I was making fun of, and it was like being caught stealing my mouth, and I was embarrassed to keep silent, concentrating on dealing with the rice, cabbage, and pork slices in the lunch box.

turned his back and said to himself in his mouth: "I don't know how long this kind of food treatment can last?" Can it be supplied? ”

Huang Wenlie's ears were very sharp, and he immediately took over the conversation and said: "We are now requisitioning a large number of civilian means of transportation, although we can't guarantee such a food supply every day, but it should be possible to do it every other day!" ”

I swallowed the food in my mouth, filtered our military reserves with my brain, and then said to Huang Wenlie word by word: "Tuanzao, I will make a package of tickets with you, with such a food supply, it will definitely not last more than a week." ”

Huang Wenlie put down the lunch box and said, "A week? Commander An, you don't know much about our army's quartermaster reserves! Jun Zuo has already assured us at the meeting today that our army can continue to supply food reserves for at least one month! ”

I sighed and said, "Tuanza, Junza says something to boost morale, and you don't have to take it too seriously. Would you say to our whole group that we only have three days of food? Saying so is bound to cause panic. Even if what Junzuo said is true, how can this grain be transported to our mountain? In bad weather, mules and horse-drawn carts can only go halfway up the mountain, and the rest of the journey can only be transported by manpower. The question is, we don't just need food, what about ammunition? The consumption is huge, the weight is ten times and a hundred times that of food, but it is more important than food. Those mule, horse, cart, cart or something, it takes a long time to transport these guns and ammunition, how can it only be to deliver food to the mountains, we are soldiers in the war, not hungry people begging for food! ”

Huang Wenlie said: "Then what do you mean, what is the purpose of sending these foods from the military department?" Improving your diet once in a while? How about paying homage to your temple? ”

I said, "It's morale." If you gnaw the bark like this, the morale of the army will be easily weakened. What is the purpose of the war now? Putting aside the great principle of saving the country and the people, one is to eat well, and the other is to fight devils. I think the military department is doing this to boost the morale of our army. ”

Huang Wenlie watched me gobble up our morale, shook his head and said: "It can't just boost morale, the order of the military headquarters to cross the river to fight has been issued, and there is no joke in the army, is this a joke!" ”

I finally swallowed the last bite of the meal, and although it was delicious, it was a delicious meal, and it was so unavoidable that there was such a chief chattering in your ear, and it was impossible for anyone to hear and not hear.