It was already two days after arriving at the base area.

After a big battle, the new group of soldiers who had trekked through mountains and rivers could not bear it anymore, and they didn't even have time to drink a sip of mutton soup, so they fell asleep on the bunk.

In the entire battalion, only Gu Ming was still in good spirits.

Even Li Yunlong couldn't help but admire, Gu Ming's body was really made of iron, and it was really strange to be like a person who had nothing to do with such a toss, and he couldn't tell that he was a person who had just recovered from a major injury.

You must know that two months ago, Gu Ming was still struggling on the death line.

Li Yunlong still remembers clearly, when he visited Gu Ming in the field hospital a month ago, this kid still had some difficulty even walking.

The current physical fitness is actually better than that of ordinary fighters, which is really amazing.

If Li Yunlong knew that Gu Ming was secretly nourishing behind his back, he would definitely not think so.

Gu Ming is deeply aware of the dangers on the battlefield, how can he do it without a good body.

As early as two months ago, when he was still lying in the hospital bed, he was already stealing canned meat, chocolate, dried fruits and other things in the space warehouse to supplement nutrition and vitamins.

That's why his body recovers so quickly.

On the way to the march, he had a warm baby in his clothes, and he secretly ate these high-calorie things in his mouth, how could he feel tired, and naturally he was in good spirits along the way.

It's not that Gu Ming is selfish and unwilling to take out these things to share with everyone.

The main thing is that these things really can't explain the way to come from.

The things that were taken out before were already horrific enough, and if such canned meat were brought out now, it would not be treated as a traitor.

After all, the current 8th Route Army is short of materials, they have never even seen what chocolate looks like, and their understanding of canned meat is limited to the canned meat regulated by the Japanese army, those canned meat filled with vegetables and potatoes, with only a little diced meat in it, and the canned meat in Gu Ming's hand, which is full of materials, are basically two different species of things.

After sleeping lightly on the bunk, Gu Ming felt that his stomach was empty and he was a little hungry, so he came to the canteen in the base area.

In the cafeteria, Gu Ming smelled the fragrance of rice for the first time.

"It's so fragrant......" Gu Ming took a deep breath.

The smell of boiled potatoes and millet lingers on the tip of your nose, and you have to stay just by smelling it.

Gu Ming hadn't smelled these smells for a long time.

Even if he eats much better than the other comrades-in-arms of the new regiment every day, and is much better than Li Yunlong, it is also a luxury to eat potatoes and millet once in Meimei.

These two things are basically invisible in the new regiment, the 8th Route Army is not like the national army, the food of the national army is uniformly deployed, each soldier has his own ration, the 8th Route Army is different, if you want to fill your stomach, you can only rely on yourself, there are no bullets and guns, you can only rely on robbery.

The new regiment is a self-sufficient force.

But in the revolutionary strongholds, the situation changed.

There is a cafeteria in the base.

The campaign of self-reliance and abundance of food and clothing has been carried out here for a long time, and there is no need to rely on rations from the common people, and the soldiers have reclaimed the wasteland themselves, put down their guns, picked up their hoes, and started their old business.

Thanks to the hard work of the comrades in the base areas, the conditions for life in the base areas can be regarded as relatively good.

Although it is not as good as the national army, it has been able to eat enough.

The standard food of ordinary soldiers is small rice with potatoes and cabbage soup, and regimental cadres will serve it with rice and occasionally chicken soup.

Gu Ming is not a regiment-level cadre, so he can't enjoy chicken soup, but he has mutton soup to drink today.

It was a pot of mutton soup made from a few lamb bones, and the master of the soup sprinkled some green onions and chili segments, and the spicy taste went straight to the tip of the nose.

The other soldiers who came to knock over saw the big pot of delicious mutton soup, and their saliva was about to flow to the ground.

It's meaty.

They knocked on the lunch boxes in their hands and asked for a bowl, or half a bowl, which was more or less delicious.

"Go, go, see, it's not for you." The master of the spoon waved the large spoon in his hand and drove away the group of warriors who were surrounded by the pot like flies.

This was specially explained by the brigade commander and asked the soldiers of the new regiment to drink.

"Big brother, give me a bowl." Gu Ming asked for a lunch box, rinsed it and handed it over.

"Go to ......" The master in charge just wanted to drive people away, and when he saw the number of the troops on Gu Ming's chest, he was slightly stunned, and then frowned and said: "It's a new regiment of soldiers, I heard that you have made great contributions, and the chief will reward meat to eat, but why are you people not even active in eating meat, if it weren't for my protection, this broth would have been gone even at the bottom of the pot." ”

Gu Ming said with a smile: "The soldiers are all asleep, they are too tired after two days of driving, and it is estimated that they will not be able to drink this soup for a while." ”

"It's fine." The master laughed, and the iron spoon in his hand slammed on the iron pot: "This soup is reserved for you, just come over when you want to, and you can drink a mouthful of hot soup at any time." ”

The master in charge put a bowl of hot soup in Gu Ming's bowl, handed it over, and said, "But don't be too late, this soup won't be able to be saved at night." ”

"Huh." Gu Ming took the hot soup bowl and thanked him: "I'm tired of the big brother." ”

The hot soup in his hand is floating with green green onion leaves, a few yellow pepper seeds are leaning against the green onion leaves, and although there is only a little meat residue in the bowl, the soup still tastes good.

Gu Ming took a sip, it was fresh and fragrant, and it was a little spicy, the eldest brother was real, he put a lot of salt, and the taste was enough.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten something hot."

Although these things were simple, they also made his index finger move, found a large stone, put the soup bowl on it, squatted on the ground and began to eat.

The big boiled potatoes were piping hot, and they were still boiling hot after several rolls in Gu Ming's hands, and it was only slightly cooler after wiping a little snow on them.

Gu Ming blew a few breaths, used his index finger and thumb, carefully peeled the skin on the potato, and after setting aside a hurried area, he took a bite of it.

Cooked potatoes are cold on the surface, but still hot on the inside.

This time he almost didn't burn Gu Ming's tongue off, he felt as if there was a ball of fire in his mouth, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of hot air before swallowing the eroded mashed potatoes in his mouth.

Gu Ming turned his head to look at the soldiers next to him, they didn't seem to be afraid of being hot, they were all eating potatoes in big gulps, and they didn't peel the skin, they chewed and swallowed them, many of them cast disgusted glances, and felt disdainful of the way of eating first and then swallowing in small bites.

"This little comrade, it's not advisable for you to be petty bourgeoisie, potato skins are also grain, they are all crops grown in the ground, what are you doing with throwing them away."

A man in a new military uniform walked over, he took out a steaming potato from his pocket, shook it and signaled Gu Ming to take a good look, first bit it down, then grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, bit it and swallow it, and exhaled comfortably.

Gu Ming rolled his eyes.

Peeling potatoes is considered petty bourgeoisie, but what is mashed potato salad?