The group continued to move forward for more than an hour, and moved to another unfamiliar place, surrounded by deserted people, and still greeted by dense woods.

"Let's rest in place and leave in half an hour."

The bearded lieutenant looked at his pocket watch and gave the order to rest.

"Whew, I can finally catch my breath." The people who were tired all the way finally had a chance to rest and rest, and they all found a random place to sit down, and found out the food they were carrying to replenish their bodies.

Zhang Yang found a bare cedar tree and sat down, put away the gun, and scattered the rest of the people around, each of them took out the food they were carrying at this moment, compared to Zhang Yang, who only had a deformed can. But at this time, there was no time to be picky, and Zhang Yang was just about to take it out when he saw a big hand appear in front of him.

"Do you have any food? If not, I can give you some, I still have it here. ”

Zhang Yang looked up, and the bearded lieutenant handed over with a pack of compressed biscuits, as well as a marching kettle.

"I only have one can left, thank you."

Zhang Yang smiled, stretched out his hand to take it, he was tired and running around on the battlefield for a long time, his body consumed a lot, and the demand for food was naturally not small, a canned meat could only replenish calories at most, and it was not enough to be full.

"It's okay, everyone is their own person, just say what you need."

The bearded lieutenant nodded, then leaned aside, pulled the fallen leaves on the ground, revealing a small patch of dry ground, and sat down.

This is obviously very common. The battlefield conditions are difficult, and it is good to have food to eat, where can you take care of a lot of pickiness. It's just that among the other team members, a GI from the United States took out a box of canned food, but his face was very resistant, and in the end he still couldn't resist the hunger, so he reluctantly opened the pass, but he still muttered a word.

"These damn shitty meat!"

The American GI's words were obviously echoed by the others, who were very resistant to the Spam brand canned meat in their hands. There are also some people who ignore this, just grab it and stuff it in their mouths, chew it twice with their eyes closed. Swallow it and fill your stomach.

Not only them, but the bearded lieutenant sitting next to Zhang Yang also had a look of eating a fly and ate the Spam in his hand. And as an after-dinner joke of World War II. Zhang Yang has also heard of these. So the actions of the bearded lieutenant and these American GIs are completely understandable.

In fact, this is not a special phenomenon. Demon-looking Spam is actually a well-known American luncheon meat brand that became popular as the main ration of the U.S. military during World War II.

During World War II, after the United States entered the war, the logistics department in charge of soldiers' rations worried about it all day long. The daily food consumption of the army is not a small amount of the war zone that the US military enters. Including the hot Pacific islands, as well as the snow-capped Arctic theater of operations. and the deserts of North Africa.

Because of the different war zones, the climate is also different in various places, and the temperature varies from high to low to a strict test for food storage, before the appearance of Spam, the most common thing on the table of the American army was hard and salted meat, which was naturally not a delicious food, but the soldiers could only eat these. At this time, Spam luncheon meat entered the field of vision of the logistics department because of its easy to carry, easy to store and transport.

Although it is not nutritious and tastes worse than meat, it can provide soldiers with the necessary calories for the human body, and it is easy to store and transport, so the logistics department in charge of food for the American army finally chose Spam luncheon meat instead of the original hard bacon.

In this way, Spam luncheon meat became the main ration of the U.S. Army during World War II, and it also led almost every U.S. soldier in World War II, I am afraid that there is a shadow on Spam, but it is this kind of canned lunch that they call "spirit meat", "water meat" and "suspected meat" that helped them win World War II.

In fact, Spam didn't taste as bad as American GIs claimed, at least in the anti-fascist Allied forces other than Americans, and this luncheon meat was very popular, including the Soviet Union during the period of American aid. At least compared to dry bread, and even when there is not much left, the spam that can provide calories and has a meaty aroma is definitely a good choice.

It's just that for the extremely fastidious American GIs, the food that these children who left home to join the army was still accustomed to "simple American food" -- beef, chicken, potatoes, pumpkin, ice cream, and in contrast, forcing them to eat Spam luncheon meat became a horrific crime.

Of course, this is also related to the frequency of eating, even if the most delicious things are eaten every day, they will get tired of eating, not to mention that on the battlefield, the chefs who can't get other supplies begin to change their tricks...... Eat spam.

Fried spam for breakfast, grilled spam in Chinese, mince stuffed in tortillas for dinner, or spam baked pies, stewed flat spam, grilled spam...... Under such a powerful offensive, almost all the American soldiers in World War II had a psychological shadow on Spam, almost to the point of avoiding him, and gave Spam all kinds of sensational "titles", and the most widely spread was the title of "spirit flesh".

Almost every veteran of the battlefield will subconsciously frown when he sees Spam, and then-eat honestly, if there is really no other food choice, and he does not want to starve to death.

And the bearded lieutenant, as well as this group of soldiers who were rescued by Zhang Yang, themselves belong to the 107th Infantry Regiment of the United States, and belong to the authentic Americans, and they are naturally familiar with the food of spam, and although Bucky has not been in the army for a long time, he will naturally feel sick to his stomach when he eats spam every day.

Compared with Spam, the canned German meat in Zhang Yang's hand is as eye-catching as a fragrant cake at the moment, it is pure beef, compared to Spam mixed with starch, pork, sugar, salt, and water, it is like "meat mixed with sand", which is naturally much better.

As for the rumors about Spam, Zhang Yang had already heard about it, so he understood the only line of expression in the bearded lieutenant, and then patted the bearded lieutenant on the shoulder sympathetically, and then took out his can of German meat.

"Well, Lieutenant, if you don't want to eat these cute Spams, I've got a can of German meat here, and we can change it."

"German cans? Thankfully, this is a great way to improve the taste! ”

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, the bearded lieutenant's eyes lit up, and then he took out a Spam luncheon meat from his marching backpack very happily, and then prepared to snatch the can in Zhang Yang's hand.

"Wait! Zhang Yang, I'll swap two Spam with you! ”

As soon as the bearded lieutenant stretched out his hand, someone next to him suddenly interjected, and the bearded lieutenant turned his head viciously and saw that it was Bucky, the future Winter Soldier, who was holding two spams.

Seeing the eyes of his captain who was about to eat people, Bucky laughed embarrassedly twice, and was just about to sit back, when the surroundings suddenly became lively.

"I'm out of two spams too! Add you a lighter! What do you think! Zhang Yang, exchange it with me! ”

"Go away! I'm out three spams! ”

"Phew! I can add an M1911 magazine! Full of bullets! ”

The originally quiet woods turned into an auction hall in an instant, the sound of bidding came and went, everyone's expressions were very exciting, and these American GIs seemed to have turned into enemies in an instant, glaring at each other angrily, wanting to seize the can of meat.

For a can of high-quality beef produced in Germany, these American GIs threw away the festival one by one and directly called the starting price, from the original price of one-to-one, to four spam for one, plus a full pistol magazine, and a lighter. The bearded lieutenant looked at the group of American GIs who had disturbed his good things and abandoned the discipline one by one, and covered his face speechlessly.

"You bastards! Is Spam for you to use in exchange? ”

When the bearded lieutenant opened his mouth, the American GIs who were still scheming just now suddenly became honest and obediently prepared to be trained, but they saw that the bearded lieutenant was mysterious, took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket, and stuffed them into Zhang Yang's hand together with Spam.

“……”

The laughable scene ended with the bearded lieutenant conceding defeat, and the winner of the German canned meat was a GI with a minor injury in the forearm, and the American GI paid the price of three spams, a loaded Browning pistol magazine, and two grenades.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The smiling treacherous soldier ran to the side to eat alone with his canned food, and the others could only sigh in resignation, stretching their faces and continuing to gnaw on the deadly "Great Demon King Spam".

After a farce, everyone quieted down and honestly ate to replenish their bodies. Zhang Yang also ate a few bites of the famous Spam, the taste is somewhat similar to the current ham, it is okay, and it is not as unbearable as the US military said.

The bearded lieutenant bit Spam viciously a few times, swallowed it and poured a few sips of strong vodka mixed with water, and suddenly a stream of heat spread from his stomach, and then he wiped his mouth and took out a military map to look at.

"Where are we going next?" Zhang Yang stretched out his head and saw that the map showed most of France, and there was a more detailed military map with contour lines and some road maps, and Zhang Yang quickly found the location of his group.

The bearded lieutenant tapped twice on an area on the map and said, "A place called Mosok, northwest of Dunkirk, from here it will take about two hours to walk from here, at our pace. (To be continued......)