Early June.

There is a village and town called Lijia Village near Song County.

"Platoon commander, Lijia Village in front..."

Between the narrow horse lanes, a platoon of an independent regiment was marching.

After the reorganization, the platoon of the independent regiment had returned to its normal size at this time, with a total of seventy people in the whole platoon, divided into five squads.

Three infantry squads, two fire squads.

Armed with two 60 mortars, two recoilless guns, two large-caliber heavy machine guns, three general-purpose machine guns, ten submachine guns, fifty new semi-automatic rifles. There were also ten large mules carrying equipment and supplies.

Of course, this is a standard preparation, and depending on the task, there will be different configurations.

At this time, this platoon was responsible for recruiting migrant workers along with the grassroots cadres.

Since it is a recruitment, it is natural to show strength and financial resources, in this era of war and hunger, with guns and cannons in hand, people can eat well, and they are the owners of conscience.

Therefore, each platoon was equipped with full firepower, and also brought three more large mules to carry cooking utensils such as canned grain and meat, and temporarily formed a cooking class.

However, as soon as this platoon reached its destination, it discovered a problem.

"Guozhu's troops have taken control of Lijia Village?"

Hearing the report of the reconnaissance soldier, the platoon commander's tone was a little surprised.

Of course, it was only a little surprising.

The troops will definitely encounter obstruction from local forces when developing a base here, and they were mentally prepared at the beginning, but what he didn't expect was that this group of people actually sent troops to various villages and towns to control the common people.

Whose idea was this?

Thank you so much.

They are worried that they will not have a chance to contact the soldiers of those divisions!

"Tell me to go down."

The platoon leader waved his hand:

"Next to the village, find an open space to station, let's bury the pot and cook."

"Yes."

A platoon of seventy sprang into action.

The platoon trotted to the side of the village and town, found an open space, and first built an improvised position, set up mortars, heavy machine guns, and set up a defensive posture.

Then build a stove, set up five cauldrons, at this time each row carries a special large iron pot, produced by Ping'an County Iron and Steel Factory, large capacity, high quality, a pot can meet an ordinary row of food.

After a while, the smell of rice, corn, and canned pork spread.

The fragrance moves with the wind, wafting over the entire Lijia Village.

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"Listen to it all."

In Lijia Village, a regiment commander with a shiny face waved the shell gun in his hand, and his tone was hoarse:

"No one is allowed to work anywhere in the Eighth Road, give me an honest job in the village, whoever dares to go is a collaborator with the enemy."

"If you find it, you will be shot immediately, and your relatives and family members will also be implicated."

Accompanied by the words of the regimental commander, a group of fighters beside him raised their guns with bayonets in their hands.

In front of the regiment leader, the villagers of Lijia Village, who were gathered with yellow faces and thin muscles, suddenly changed their complexions.

It's the beginning of June, it's the busy farming season, and a large part of the year's harvest depends on this time, and if you don't let out of the village now, don't you want people's lives, but the guns in the hands of this group of soldiers, and the sentence of collaborating with the enemy, the common people don't dare to say more.

These people really dare to kill.

All they could think about was that they were going to work in the fields at night.

In order to match the atmosphere, the security chief next to the battalion commander also hoarsely voiced and repeated:

"Hear it clearly, you are not allowed to go out of the village during this time, you are not allowed to participate in the recruitment of the Eighth Road, and you are honest to stay at home."

"Otherwise..."

As he spoke, the chief raised the pipe in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and finally failed to say anything cruel.

After all, it's not a gun, and it's not a deterrent.

Looking at the howling head of his own regiment, and then looking at the people who bowed their heads in front of them and didn't dare to speak, a group of ordinary big-headed soldiers behind them who were also yellow-faced and thin-skinned were a little dissatisfied, and muttered:

"It's summer planting now, don't let people go out, what's the job."

"yes, we won't have anything to eat by then."

Their division is stationed here, and the military administration office nominally allocates logistics supplies, but in fact, the little fiat currency in hand can't buy anything at all, let alone most of them are deducted by the division commander and battalion commander.

Therefore they have to collect all their food on the spot.

These ordinary people are their food and clothing parents, although they usually don't have enough to eat, and they still knock their teeth, but in these years, the war is in chaos, and it is good to have a mouthful of food.

Isn't this happening now cutting off their way of life?

But it was the regiment commander who spoke, who was valued by the division commander, and was the division commander's confidant, and a group of their big-headed soldiers didn't dare to say anything, so they could only bow their heads silently and mutter.

At this time, a communications soldier ran over and reported to the battalion commander:

"Regiment commander, seven hundred meters to the left of the village, the Eighth Route Army has been found."

"What?"

The head of the regiment, who was still arrogant, suddenly changed his complexion.

He didn't expect that Tubalu would actually send troops to the village.

As a confidant of the division commander, he is highly valued, and he knows very well that the group of Eighth Route Army that came over this time has advanced weapons and equipment, all kinds of cannons and machine guns, and is extremely strong, and they are definitely not opponents when they fight.

"How many?"

The head of the regiment hurriedly asked.

Seven hundred meters, it is too late to retreat, and Lijia Village is a big village with a large population, once he retreats and hands over this place to Tubalu, the division commander is afraid that he will be able to kill him.

"About seventy."

The soldier replied.

Hearing that there were only seventy people, the regiment commander's face did not relax even a little.

There are only more than 3,000 people in the whole division, how many people can he have in a regiment?

More than 700 only.

And the equipment is very poor, the machine guns are all old goods that have been decommissioned, the rifling is smoothed and smoothed, and even some of them cannot be used at all, they can only be pretended, and the soldiers are generally equipped with Hanyang-made, and there are very few bullets.

As for the cannon?

Is this something he can have as a regiment?

Now he has brought a battalion, just two hundred people, and when it comes to fighting, he is definitely not the opponent of this gang of eight roads.

Even if the other side has only 70 people, but the other side has artillery and heavy machine guns, and the difference in firepower between the two sides is at least ten times. He was sure that as long as the other party charged, he would be gone.

"Establish a blocking position at once."

The head of the regiment spoke in a flustered tone, and even stammered a little:

"Rack me up the gun... No, put the gun away, no one is allowed to take it. ”

Originally, he wanted to use a gun to deter this group of eight-way people who came over, but after thinking about it carefully, no matter what, he couldn't beat others, even if he attacked and ambushed, he couldn't beat them, and the gap between the two sides was too big.

This deterrence is meaningless.

He is on full alert, and if the other party wants to do it, he will not hesitate.

In case people didn't want to do it, but his gun went off the rails, and the other party took advantage of the situation, it would be a big wrong, so he hurriedly asked his subordinates to put away the guns to avoid accidents.

After preparing to deal with it, and ready to retreat at any time, the regimental commander hid in the village, holding a telescope and looking at the approaching dirt road in the distance.

"What are they doing?"

After waiting for a while, looking at the group of dirt roads that had set up positions outside the village, the regiment commander was puzzled.

I guess I was going to surround him.

This group of eight roads only occupied the east of the village, more than 300 meters away from Lijia Village, and there was only one position, and the deployment of troops was very concentrated, and it was very simple for him to retreat.

It also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Tubalu didn't seem to have the idea of forcibly approaching the village, and as the division commander said, this group of people would not take the initiative to start a conflict.

Seeing that it seemed to be safe, the regimental commander was relieved to boldly observe this group of 'enemies'.

"Is this to prevent us from attacking?"

Looking at the improvised circular defensive position, the regiment commander thought to himself.

After all, he is a regiment commander, although he is a guy who eats empty salaries, but he still has basic eyesight, and he can see at a glance the role of the position of the Eighth Road in front of him, which is just a temporary defensive position.

It gave him more peace of mind.

Of course, it is also more eye-catching.

Because he saw two mortars, two heavy machine guns, three light machine guns. There were a lot of tricks, and boxes of bullets and shells. This firepower is comparable to his entire regiment.

He continued to look at the Eighth Route Force in the distance.

Half an hour later, when they saw this group of eight roads digging pits and burying stoves next to their positions and setting up five cauldrons, their eyes suddenly widened, and they didn't know what expression to show for a while.

What are these people planning to do?

Did you come here for a picnic?

Moreover, the weight of these five cauldrons obviously exceeded the level of seventy people, and even one battalion of him was more than enough.

In the confusion of the regiment commander, all kinds of fragrances came to the surface, the fragrance of rice and cornmeal, and the mellow aroma of meat, which suddenly made the preserved fruit soldiers hiding in the village swallow their saliva again and again.

"Rice, cornmeal, and meat..."

A group of yellow-faced and thin-skinned big-headed soldiers had already smelled the smell, and they drooled profusely, and their eyes all looked directly at the eight-way position in the distance, and they didn't notice the guns in their hands when they fell.

Of course, the people of Lijia Village are also drooling.

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The other side.

on the positions of the troops of the Separate Regiment.

After more than half an hour of busyness, most of the five pots of food have been cooked, and at this time a group of soldiers are spreading cakes, the classic food of the independent regiment, corn white flour cakes, which are filled with canned pork.

Looking at the preserved fruit soldiers who leaned out of the position in the distance, the platoon commander smiled slightly and said to a soldier beside him:

"You go and pass on a message."

"Let's just say, we are all friendly troops, and we all want to fight devils and drive the little devils out of China, so we invite the soldiers on the opposite side to have a meal together."

"Yes."

The warrior nodded.

Just as he was about to leave, the platoon commander stopped the soldier and said:

"Bring all these canned meat pies."

"Remember to be tough, the tougher the better, it's best to look like the tone of the regiment commander giving orders."

These meat pies were prepared for the soldiers of the preserved fruit and the people of Lijia Village from the beginning.

As the first food in the regiment, canned pork pancakes were liked by almost every soldier, and it was easy to eat fifteen a day.

But those who came to Song County were all fighters of the lowest half a year.

That is, fighters who have eaten the food of independent gangs for more than half a year.

Any kind of food, after eating for half a year, every day, when you are full, it is really hard to say that you continue to like it.

What's more, the regiment is now rich in food, with the expansion of the farm, the fresh chickens, ducks, and fish raised in their own base areas are available, plus the priority supply to the troops, the soldiers are not only in good health, but also begin to be picky about their mouths.

Canned food is always canned, and even the canned food produced by the system is not as good as the taste of fresh meat.

Of course, it can't be said that you can't eat canned pork cakes, you can only say that you can't like it. In the case of the choice, the fighters will definitely eat rice with vegetables instead of canned corn pancakes.

Laying down his weapon and holding a pile of freshly baked canned meatloaf, the warrior walked towards the preserved fruit position in the distance.

During this period, the platoon commander ordered the troops to turn the mortar muzzles and heavy machine guns slightly, although they were still not aimed at the fruit preserved troops in Lijia Village, but there was not much difference.

The information was delivered smoothly.

Seeing the soldiers of the Independent Regiment coming over, especially the corn and white flour full of arms, there was a commotion on the preserved fruit position, and everyone could think of what they were here for, plus the other party did not carry weapons, and a group of people let the other party enter the position in the situation of you look at me and I look at you.

The soldiers of this independent regiment first distributed the meatloaf to the position, and then smoothly passed the message to the regiment commander.

The regiment commander wanted to refuse at first.

I'm afraid this meal won't be delicious.

But in the face of the turning mortars and heavy machine guns, as well as the tone of the other party's invitation to dinner, he hesitated for a moment, but he still agreed.

If you don't agree, what can you do if the other party fires.

The top leaders of both sides agreed, and soon, there was a lively outside.

More than 100 soldiers of the miscellaneous division, who were already hungry, rushed over with bowls on their shoulders, and under the command of a squad leader of the independent regiment, they received meat patties, white flour rice, and fried bacon with canned meat.

"Eat as much as you want."

"I'll fight when I'm done."

"Meat too, eat as you like, it's enough."

In the shouts of the deputy platoon commander, a group of miscellaneous division soldiers descended the mountain like hungry dogs, their faces buried in the bowl, frantically shaving food at the bowl, licking the rice bowl, and then began to eat meatloaf.

A bowl of white flour rice with canned meat and a meatloaf, the miscellaneous soldiers also had a five-point fullness, and during the queue for the second meal, the two sides were also lively.

"You eat this every day?"

A ragtag soldier wiped the corners of his mouth and asked enviously.

The surrounding miscellaneous division soldiers also looked over.

They all want to ask this question, and they want to know the answer, if they can eat meat and white rice every day, they can eat enough at every meal, and there is as much meat as white flour rice, then it is too happy.

Even if you die, it's worth it.

"Eat this every day?"

Some disgusted glanced at the canned meat boiling in the cauldron, and the deputy platoon leader who was questioned spoke with disgust.

At this time, they brought ordinary canned braised pork.

It is mainly composed of thigh meat with skin, and the meat inside is fat and oily, and it is full of oil in one bite, and the soup is also oily, which is recognized as the most unpalatable canned food in the group, and there is no one.

Because this thing is so greasy,

And he's a veteran.

I've been in the army for nearly a year, three months for recruits, plus eight months of actual combat career. That is, eating independent gang food for more than eleven months.

He really didn't want to eat this stuff unless he was very hungry.

This canned pork, not to mention the troops and the construction brigade, even the common people in the base area don't sell well, they don't like this thing, but there are a lot of them.

But these words immediately relieved the surrounding miscellaneous division soldiers.

The disgusted tone made them think that the deputy platoon commander denied it.

"This can is full of oil, and the lean meat is too little, so you can't get tired of eating this every day?"

The deputy platoon commander continued, as if recalling:

"Canned beef is delicious, delicious, chewy, canned fish is also good, but fresh meat is delicious, pork, chicken, beef, fresh is much better than canned meat, and eggs, duck eggs ·····"

"It's a pity, the conditions outside are poor, so I can only eat a little, unlike the camp, just eat."

Gollum··· Hearing the words of the deputy platoon commander, the soldiers of the miscellaneous division swallowed their throats in unison.

Listening to this tone, it seems that in the eight-way team, there are not only all kinds of canned meat, but also fresh chicken, duck and fish meat to eat casually.

That's so blissful, isn't it?

They looked at the soldiers of the Independent Regiment who were eating slowly, and they suddenly believed most of them in their hearts.

The relationship between the two sides gradually warmed up in such a friendly atmosphere, and finally all the miscellaneous masters came over for dinner, including the head of the regiment, who also came over very reluctantly.

After the meal was full, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment continued to prepare food for the people of Lijia Village.

The rest of the people, under the leadership of the platoon commander, almost forcibly dragged the miscellaneous division troops together to organize a 'good' exercise.

During this period, the independent picture showed semi-automatic rifles, submachine guns, general-purpose machine guns, large-caliber heavy machine guns, and mortars, which were several times more terrifying than expected, and the regimental commander was rejoicing.

It's a shame that I wasn't tough at the time, otherwise...

During the exchange, the understanding between the two sides was further enhanced.

"Gua Wazi, this is your military salary for a month?"

During the exchange, the two fellows met, as the saying goes, the fellows saw the fellows, and the tears were in their eyes, and while the two were chatting, the fighters of the miscellaneous division knew the ranks of the fighters of the independent regiment.

Food stamps are distributed at regular intervals every month and are never deducted.

Immediately, the eyes of envy were red.

Then the news quickly reached the ears of every ragtag division warrior.

Homeopathically, the fellows of the independent regiment invited the fellows of the miscellaneous division to join the independent regiment.

"Is this okay?"

"Why not? We are all the troops of the Republic of China, I am a unit of the 18th Group Army, why not? ”

At this moment, the head of the miscellaneous division already felt that something was wrong, Tu Balu seemed to be digging his corner, and he didn't even need the other party to dig it, and the corner of the wall had already begun to collapse on its own.

One by one, all of them volunteered to join the Eighth Route Army.

"Questions?"

Looking at the smiling Tubalu platoon commander opposite, and the heavy machine guns and mortars looming at his guards, the regiment commander swallowed his saliva and said in a difficult tone:

"No problem, no problem, we are all family, what can be the problem."

In the afternoon of the same day, the regiment commander left Lijiazhuang with five of his henchmen with a sad face, while the platoon commander of the independent regiment returned to the Songxian base with a platoon of 70 people, 195 recruits, and more than 300 ordinary people.

Nighttime.

Miscellaneous Division Station.

The division commander looked at his henchmen, the commander of the third regiment, and the dozen or so soldiers behind him, and his eyes widened:

"Where are your soldiers?"

The 3rd Regiment of more than 700 men was dispatched today, and according to the plan, half of them were stationed in the villages to block the people who came to recruit laborers on the Tuba Road, and the rest formed patrols to patrol the division headquarters and villages.

Why did you come back with such a few people?

"Division, this is the entire strength of my regiment."

The head of the third regiment cried directly, and the tone of his voice could be described as tears for the listeners.

At the same time.

Song County.

Kong Jie is listening to the report:

"Today, we have recruited 7,000 ordinary people to join the construction team, and 1,700 preserved fruit troops who have asked to join our army."

"Hey, hey, hey, good."

Grand Master Kong is very satisfied with this data:

"Tomorrow to continue."

"Tomorrow continues!"

"It's better to step up."