Military rations, if you eat it for the first time, because of the freshness, you will often feel that the taste is not bad, and the second time, because of the good impression of the front, you will feel okay.

But the third time I eat it, I feel that something is not quite right, and it is difficult to swallow.

On the fifth occasion, nausea ensued, resulting in a palpable sense of rejection.

When the sixth time, the nightmare begins...... Whenever my tongue comes into contact with these things, I can't help but start to doubt life, and in some cases, I can't even love it.

I don't know what those producers think that they would make such terrible food.

It is no wonder that during the Second World War, the Italians would shout for steak, pasta, and red wine, and the Indian Ah San cried and shouted for curry, otherwise the combat effectiveness would drop to a negative number, and there would be all kinds of pig teammates, all kinds of lagging.

If there were only military rations, not to mention the Germans and the Dongying, even the combat effectiveness of the Americans and the British would have plummeted.

As for the Chinese people at that time...... Uh-huh, most of us don't have it!

So there's no such thing to worry about at all.

Until today, we can see that a large number of Chinese-made military rations are sold blindly on Taobao, and they are all available on land, sea and air.

If this thing can really be eaten, then what else does the secretary have to do?

Li Bai waved to the indigenous tribal warriors outside the shed, and carried the military ration boxes and bottled drinking water over.

Even with a very high affinity, the blonde woman still couldn't hold back when she saw the box of US military-standard rations, but she still thanked her with a reluctant expression.

"Thank you!"

This help was so surprising that I couldn't even refuse.

This is what you want, so I gave it to you, and it can be regarded as seeking kindness.

“Not-at-all！”

Li Bai waved his hand very casually, and labor and management were annoyed.

He doesn't say "You-are-welcome!"

I am not an "editor", and the other party is not a "reporter", what nonsense are you welcome to "engage"?!

One, two, three, four, do it again.

Isn't this nothing to look for?

"What's your name? My name is Alyssa!"

The blonde woman barely squeezed out a smile, but still took the initiative to say hello to Li Bai.

She knows that the Chinese people are used to names, and they don't like Western-style long names, even short real names are easy to accept.

"My name is Li Feng!"

Li Bai calmly reported his name casually.

The lonely shadow of the cold river, the old people of the rivers and lakes, why should we have met before.

When you get something, you turn around and never see it again.

Hello, I'm good, everyone's good, isn't it good!

"We'll see you later?"

The blonde woman obviously put a long line to catch a big fish, and she didn't rush to get close to Li Bai and them, but left with a hook and left "happily" with the others and the food and drinking water she had just gotten.

"Xiao Li, you just reported my name, right?"

The person in charge of the medical team stared at Li Bai, especially if you are Li Feng, then who am I?

Giving the leader eye medicine in person, this is not wanting to live, right?

Luan Zhengwei is angry and funny, can you not be so pitiful?

Throwing the pot to the leader, this operation is really too sassy.

"I'm talking about LeiFeng, do good deeds without leaving a name, leave a name and leave this, is there a problem?"

Li Bai looked innocent.

With a little ambiguity, Lei and Li are indeed not so easy to distinguish.

This one......

Li Feng, the head of the medical team, wanted to scold people, but Li Bai, this kid is very ghostly, even if he takes eye medicine, he doesn't leak, no matter what he says, he is right.

"Forget it, don't dwell on these little things, and remind everyone later, if someone else is close, whether it is black or white, you must be careful and vigilant, pay attention to keep your mouth shut, don't say anything, it's best to pretend to be stupid. ”

Luan Zhengwei instructed the people around him, including the translator.

"Got it!"

The translators of the Chinese peacekeepers were all reliable people, and they immediately wrote them down in a small notebook and conveyed them to others later.

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When the Tagoma and Hossenmus tribes reached the hill, the sun was already setting in the west, and the sky was beginning to darken.

The indigenous tribes dug many pits on the spot, built stoves out of stones, set up large and small pots, spread thin bread on the side, and divided the prey they hunted, prepared barbecues, and also boiled some soups.

In such an environment, there are not many types of food to choose from, just thin bread, black barbecue, or soups with strange tastes, and fruits that don't look very good.

As long as it's edible storage, I basically won't let it go.

As for the taste, in a hurry, where can you take care of what good taste, it is already thankful that you can eat it, so the mountains are full of dark dishes.

In better condition, there is also a little seasoning sauce, usually curry sauce or hot sauce.

Somalis are not afraid of spicy food, but they like it very much.

Some lucky people find some edible plant tubers and try to eat as much food as an extra meal for themselves and their families.

On weekdays, even if there is a tribe to protect and there is a lot of strength, it is still a very luxurious thing to be able to eat enough.

Especially in the last six months, most of the indigenous people have to go hungry many times, and the problem of food scarcity has persisted for a long time, which is not a thing to do.

However, on the side of the Chinese people, in an environment with poor resources, not only is there no hardship, but there seems to be a little joy.

I went around from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, picked a lot of wild vegetables, washed them, killed them with salt, and mixed them with sesame oil and vinegar, which was a few refreshing cold dishes.

Caught a few fish from the ravine, there are tilapia, there are pike, all of them are very large, scrape the scales and dig out the internal organs, soak the cooking wine and wild onions, put a dozen crushed peppers, suppress the earthy smell, insert an iron chisel and put it next to the fire and roast it slowly, a bit like a Japanese-style grilled fish, occasionally change the surface.

Although the indigenous tribes had very little food to eat from local ingredients, the dinner seemed mostly bitter.

But in the eyes of the Chinese, this is not the case.

Africa is the real land is rich, just grab a handful of soil can almost grab oil, grow whatever you plant, can harvest several seasons a year, as long as the manpower can keep up, crops will continue to grow.

Even the most barren land is not comparable to the land that has been cultivated for at least thousands of years in the Central Plains of China.

In addition to cold salad and grilled fish, the real feast of Luan Zhengwei and Li Bai and others is hot pot.

This time, he didn't take anything out of Li Bai's storage ring, the copper hot pot and all kinds of ingredients were in the tent in the middle, and they were jointly watched by the driver Xiao Huang and the temporary guest sound engineer Xiao Chen, which was foolproof.

Even after all this time, the ice pack in the cooler still hasn't melted, and you can take it out and use it to cold beer.

The hot pot with beer is a perfect match.

A large pile of charcoal picked up at the camp site became free fuel for hot pots.

The charcoal fire is vigorous, the soup is boiling, and the strong and unique aroma at the bottom of the red oil pot quickly spreads, and it can be smelled within a radius of tens of meters, which is quite frustrating.

The indigenous blacks in the distance were constantly snorting and looking at each other, and many black children were crying directly.

If the Americans want to find the Chinese people and accuse the Chinese of manufacturing biological and chemical weapons of mass destruction.

So now this is, guaranteed real hammer!

The cool breeze after sunset blows slightly, and the whole mountain is no longer visible.

In the darkness, countless pairs of eyes stared at the Chinese people.

The skin of black people can naturally blend into the night, so you can only see dense white background and black eyes.

To be precise, the focus of their eyes was on the quaint copper hot pot, like a zombie besieging the city, and there was no sound except for the sound of constantly swallowing saliva.

"What are those Huaxia people doing?"

was gnawing on military rations without love, and a white man suddenly noticed that something was not quite right with the black people around him, as if he was like a zombie in Resident Evil, staring straight in a certain direction, and saliva flowed down involuntarily.

"It's poisoning!"

The blonde woman who dealt with Li Bai, Elisa, took out the SPAM can with an expressionless face, disdainful of the malice that permeated her.

Damn, I must have eaten a fake SPAM, this full of starch, those profiteers who killed a thousand knives should be shot.

The camp of the archaeological team is not far from the camp of the Chinese people, only a dozen meters away, and there is an unobstructed view between the two sides.

From a distance, under the bright lights, there are cans of little white pigs on the table of the Chinese people, which is the real luncheon meat, but they refuse to give them a can.

It's disgusting!

The corners of the white man's mouth twitched before, and he also smelled the smell in the air, and immediately understood why those indigenous black people suddenly turned into zombies, and even he himself was about to lose control of becoming in this state.

However, Professor Lance, the eldest of these archaeologists, did not have any aversion to the American military-standard rations in his hand, but ate with relish, occasionally drinking a small sip of water to help his stomach and intestines digest.

He glanced at the Huaxia people who were eating a large piece not far away, and couldn't help but say, "Alyssa, what is the origin of those Huaxia people? I turned a blind eye to your beauty!"

It's really rare to be able to resist the perfect affinity of a blonde woman.

They have come all the way, thanks to Alyssa's angelic smile, and they have received a lot of help.

But these Chinese people are surprisingly not eating this set at all.

The blonde woman Alyssa looked up at the starry night sky, estimated her location, and then said: "This area is east of the Somiera grassland, about 110 kilometers away from Mogadishu, and the most likely to appear in the vicinity of the Chinese, and there are so many people, I'm afraid there is only that peacekeeping force." ”

Military vehicles and camouflage clothing alone are still not enough to establish identity.

Because among the common people, there are many of them.

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