In the evening,

The huge Liao County prisoner of war camp sand table, which was personally supervised and rushed by Kong Jie, made of yellow clay and wood, appeared on the square in front of Yang Village.

Tree guns, ammunition boxes, watchtowers made of wooden planks, prisoner of war camp buildings made of wooden planks, ammunition boxes, sandbags, rattan barbed wire, and devil soldiers made of mud figures.

Everything is almost exactly the same as the Liao County prisoner of war camp.

Kong Jie is comparing the photos with the structural drawings to do the final inspection.

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Meanwhile.

Inside the regimental headquarters of the independent regiment.

"Regiment commander, the second battalion has been assembled."

Zhang Dabiao reported to Li Yunlong.

Those selected from the independent regiments are all combat backbones, and there are quite a few officers and cadres of grass-roots companies and platoons.

Among the soldiers who came over from the new regiment, although there was only one company commander, Sun Desheng, most of them were brought out by Li Yunlong, who had rich combat experience, and Zhang Dabiao also commanded easily.

He was able to organize and integrate the troops in such a short period of time.

"Okay."

"Send out all the second batch of weapons I brought."

"The cavalry is also arranged."

Li Yunlong gave Zhang Dabiao an order.

"Yes."

Zhang Dabiao immediately went to execute.

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Also at the same time.

Inside the gang room.

The cooking platoon commander is busy with more than 20 soldiers in the platoon, preparing food for the second battalion that will leave tomorrow.

Dozens of fighters rolled up their sleeves, kneaded the dough, and spread the dough.

In a row of large stoves, the blazing flames rose, and in the cauldrons, the boiling water splashed and the hot steam rose along the layers of steamers, and the whole room was covered with a layer of mist.

In the mist, but with a rich fragrance.

It is the aroma of pure white noodles, and it comes from the original taste of the finest ingredients.

At the thought of being able to make the whole regiment of soldiers eat white flour buns today, and they could eat it themselves, all the cooks were full of energy.

"This white face..."

"The best goods."

"Where the hell did the head of the regiment get it!"

"And so much."

Take out a well-cooked steamed bun from the stove, then stuff a new bun in, and turn over a few steamed buns that are being burned, and the platoon leader of the cooking platoon is amazed.

He has lived for more than 30 years and enlisted in the army for more than four years, although he is not suitable for rushing and killing on the front line because of his poor health, he has also worked as a cook for more than four years, becoming the leader of the cooking platoon of the independent regiment, and managing the food of the whole gang.

Although the Eighth Route Army had a hard time, there were also times when meat was opened, and he had eaten a lot of white noodles.

But I've never seen white flour of such good quality.

Whether it is the fragrance, color, or texture, it is all first-class, and the white noodles seized from the devils can't catch up with the horses.

And their new head Li Yunlong brought in more than 10,000 catties at once.

I have long heard of Li Yunlong and Li Tuanchang, who is old and capable, but more than 10,000 catties of the finest white noodles, this year, in the territory of Jindi, it is not easy to get it.

More than 10,000 catties, enough for the whole group to eat white flour buns for a few days.

Even if you go to Taiyuan to buy, you may not be able to buy so much with money, and the quality is so good.

"yes."

"This kind of white noodles, on the market, is five cents more expensive than usual,"

There is a cooking class leader who agrees.

"Hurry up."

After sighing, the platoon leader of the cooking platoon urged:

"Strive to prepare enough food for the soldiers of the second battalion as soon as possible."

"Yes."

In the busyness, the white flour buns are freshly baked.

Steamed bun is a general term for a type of food.

Includes all, flour-based, portable, and non-filling-free foods. Steamed buns, oil buns, baked buns, roasted buns, fire steamed buns... Steamed buns are steamed buns.

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An hour later.

Night is falling,

The sky is cloudy tonight, a crescent moon hangs high, and the moonlight is shining brightly.

It's a good night.

It's just that in Jindi in February, even if there is no biting cold wind, the weather is still freezing and biting.

"No problem."

Kong Jie determined that the huge sand table was exactly the same as the Liaoxian prisoner of war camp.

Ten minutes later.

"It's all out!"

Zhang Dabiao also completed the statistics and distribution of equipment.

The 270 men of the 2nd Battalion were armed with a total of 30 Czech-type 180 20-shot barge guns.

The grenades and bullets were not distributed for the time being, but they were piled up in a room not far away, and by the moonlight, all the soldiers could see the boxes of ammunition and grenades.

Several regimental fighters were on guard with guns next to the ammunition box.

The fighters looked at the brand-new shell guns in their hands, Czech-style, and then at the ammunition boxes in the distance.

Talk.

Many of them, especially the 120 combat backbones that Li Yunlong bought from the new regiment, were all excited and eager to try.

The soldiers of the independent regiment still did not know the temper of the new regiment commander, and the speech of the wild wolf regiment made them a little enthusiastic, but the simple words were somewhat lacking in persistence.

But the soldiers who came from the new regiment knew very well the temper of their old regiment commander.

When Regiment Commander Li was in the new regiment, Quan Ke was never honest, either fighting devils or puppet army, or, on the way to fight devils or puppet army.

Now, so many elite fighters are assembled, and new high-quality weapons are issued - as soldiers who are desperately fighting on the front line with guns and devils, they are familiar with weapons and equipment, needless to say, they can feel the best of a weapon.

and...

"White-flour buns!"

I took a bite of the steaming steamed bun from the cooking class, and felt the delicate texture of the dough, as well as the smoothness and silkiness that slashed through my throat after chewing.

A veteran soldier of the Independent Regiment, who looked not young, estimated to be nearly forty years old, had his eyes lit up and immediately blurted out.

White flour bun is a general term for buns made of pure white flour.

Whether it is a steamed bun made entirely of white flour, or a pancake or a baked cake, it can be called a white flour steamed bun, which is popular because of its delicate taste and easy digestion.

But the price is expensive, even if it is the landlord's family, there are few people who can eat white flour buns at once.

"It's delicious."

Then, he took two sips, swallowed the two steamed buns in his hand, and then drank the white flour steamed bun soup sent by the cooking class, and hiccuped intoxicated.

The pure white-faced bun went down to his stomach, and he even straightened his back and back.

The body no longer trembles slightly.

The thin cotton clothes seem to be able to block the biting cold wind in the northwest of Shanxi.

"Hey, it's really white-flour buns!"

Next to him, another thin new group of young warriors also took a bite, and suddenly his eyes lit up as well:

"This taste is better than what we used to eat in the homes of big landlords and traitors."

"Looks like there's a big move."

He also stuffed the white-flour steamed bun into his mouth in three or two bites, then dried the steamed bun soup in one bite, touched his stomach with satisfaction, the two looked at each other, and said in unison.

New guns.

Plenty of ammunition.

Delicious white flour buns.

There must be a big action.

"Comrade, what's your name?"

The young warrior from the new regiment asked.

"My name is Wang Xikui, what about you?"

The old soldier tightened the new Czech style he held in his arms.

As the No. 1 sharpshooter of the independent regiment, although Wang Xikui is best at rifles, he also plays very smoothly with a mobile pistol. Not much worse than a rifle.

"My name is Liu Shun."

The young warrior laughed out with a mouthful of white teeth:

"You can call me Liu Monkey, because I run fast, faster than a monkey."

He then added:

"After eating this meal of white flour buns, I can run faster."

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"Hey..."

After the sand table was completed, Kong Jie had been diagonally in front of the team, looking at the newly formed second battalion in front of him, and couldn't help but hey.

The total strength of the new 2nd Battalion is 270 men,

Although the time of enlistment is different, some are several years, and some are less than a year, without exception, they are all combat backbones who have experienced more than a dozen actual battles and survived.

A battalion-level unit composed entirely of veterans with rich combat experience, the battalion commander is Zhang Dabiao, and it is equipped with brand-new imported shell guns, Czech-style, and sufficient ammunition.

There is no need to worry about combat effectiveness.

I can play very well.

With the same strength, you can fight according to the devil.

It's just that although veterans have more combat experience and strong combat effectiveness, many times, morale is not even as strong as that of new recruits.

The war has been fought until now.

Difficult conditions, insufficient food, lack of warm clothing, scarcity of guns, lack of bullets, in the face of devils with tanks, planes and artillery, tragic battles again and again, and continuous sacrifices.

Even if you are injured, you can't get effective medical treatment.

No matter how tough and brave a warrior is, it is not steel after all.

Even if he Kong Jie, who has been in the army for more than ten years and participated in more than 100 actual battles, there are still times when morale is low.

And even more so other fighters?

All along, in order to enhance the morale of the troops, many ways have been thought of. Although the morale of the troops is good, it can only be said to be good.

And now...

Just a full meal of white flour steamed buns, a bowl of steaming steamed bun soup, the morale of the second battalion in front of him was completely reborn, like a group of real hungry wolves.

Compared with Li Yunlong's speech by the wild wolf group last time, the effect was much better.

"It's so easy to boost morale."

Deputy Head Kong couldn't help but sigh.

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Behind the platform.

Li Yunlong also took a bite of the roasted bun, and then looked at the steamed bun in his hand.

It tastes really good.

Much better than what he ate in the county.

The devil officer's special supply is not as good as it.

In addition to the cooking skills of some independent group cooks, the fundamental reason is the high-grade white noodles from his brother Lu.

But...

At the beginning of the 40s, it was one of the most difficult periods of time in the Jin-Cha-Ji base area, at this time, not long after the Jinxi Incident ended, the blockade of the devil's cage was gradually unfolded, and the troops were extremely difficult to materialize.

The staple food of many troops is indigestible black beans.

The independent regiment lacked cooking oil, as well as other ingredients, oil buns, baked buns, etc., which were difficult to make in large quantities, and considering that to satisfy the soldiers of the whole regiment, they could only make some steamed buns, roasted buns, and baked buns.

"It's just that there are a little bit of variety..."

Grand Master Li muttered to himself.