The sun sets, golden light spreads, and the desolate and ancient river beach dirt road is such a natural and rustic scenery!

Unfortunately... no one enjoyed the scenery.

Hundreds of armored vehicles of the US Sixth Tank Battalion were advancing on the dirt road, but more than 1,000 people in the battalion were no longer interested in this kind of armed parade. They just wanted to rush to the Yunshan camp to rest as soon as possible.

There was an inconspicuous truck mixed in the middle of this elite US military force. Uncle Zhou, who was originally driving, was degeneratingly gathering into an American jeep, and striving to tell jokes like a clown, making the two American officers laugh.

On Zhou Qingfeng's truck, the "old machine gun" who can repair but cannot drive, held the steering wheel with his forehand and replaced the driving position. However, he was not responsible for driving, but only responsible for grasping the direction. The truck was dragged behind a tank through a steel cable.

The "old machine gun" in the driver's seat seemed to be a ghost, and he looked at the squad leader who was chatting and laughing with the Americans with the deputy squad leader. Both of them were speechless and completely confused.

In the carriage, the soldiers in the same class were also dizzy. They never dreamed of this scene in their lives - they were enemies in front and behind, and they were enemies driving tanks and cannons.

Tanks, armored vehicles, trucks, jeeps, and all kinds of vehicles emerged. One by one, the Americans with high noses and deep noses were close to each other. Before, "Douding" was asking what the black people looked like, but now, the black soldiers were right in front of them.

The convoy rumbled forward, and the engine exhaust and wheel dust were choking. The little soldier ‘Dou Ding’’'s head poked out from the rear window of the cab. He looked at the squad leader sitting on the enemy jeep not far away and whispered: “Can our squad leader be a spy?”

"Nonsense." The 'Old Machine Gun' immediately scolded, "Big Zhou is so bold. This guy has many ideas and must be thinking about harming people. If he is a spy, can you still keep you?"

The deputy squad leader hesitated for a moment and knew that the current thoughts of the Sharp Knife Squad must not be confused. He stood clearly on Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Squad Leader Zhou is an 'party activist'. He is still loyal to the organization, and we should believe him."

Yes, they have already penetrated into the enemy's nest, what else can I do if I don't believe it? Although the entire Sharp Knife Squad doesn't understand why the Americans trust their own squad leader so easily, the current state seems to be quite good - although they are scared to death, at least they are alive.

As for the US Sixth Tank Battalion, they fought from the south, but had not encountered any opponents, nor had they fought with the volunteers. They were extremely relaxed and were unsuspecting to Zhou Qingfeng and others wearing South Base uniforms.

Zhou Qingfeng lied that he was a logistics staff member of the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of the South Baseball Division. He was trapped on the roadside because the vehicle broke down and wanted to get help from American friends. After the Americans checked the specious pass on the radio, they dragged the truck of the Sharp Knife squad behind a tank.

The 6th Tank Battalion of the US Army was strengthened to the Eighth Regiment of the First Cavalry Division of the US Army. They were conducting an armed parade to help the 15th Regiment of the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of the South Baseball Consolidate their positions. As a result, they died and collided with Zhou Qingfeng and others.

In the eyes of Americans, I was just dragging a truck and ten "South Baseball" soldiers, and I was also a bunch of South Baseball cooks. What's special is that the squad leader bragged that he could make the best food in the world, which was guaranteed to be reminiscent of people.

For Americans on the Korean battlefield, talking about war is the most boring, either talking about women or food. If you want to enjoy women, you can only go back to Japan, and the war-torn North Korea can only talk about food.

Mr. Zhou despised his preferences, saying everything he said, "It's like a dish name" and talking about a lot of Chinese delicacies from beginning to end." With his vivid description, many American soldiers, including two American officers, were drooling.

"Please rest assured, in order to express my gratitude to my American friends, as long as I settle down, I will repay you with the best cooking skills. Later, I will let you taste the most delicious food in the world, and it will make you enjoy the endless aftertaste for life."

Zhou Qingfeng is definitely not a qualified actor, but he is definitely the most shameless liar in the world. When the US Sixth Tank Battalion arrived at his Yunshan Camp, he blew delicious food all the way, and everyone was hungry.

When entering Yunshan City, the Americans couldn't wait to start cooking a good meal immediately. When it comes to eating, American soldiers are the second most dare not say they are the first. With their strong national strength, the logistics of the US military has been the most enviable in the world since the beginning of the First World War.

In order to make the soldiers have fun, the US military's logistics staff struggled. Even so, the US soldiers were still picky and kept complaining that they were eating too poorly.

After entering Yunshan City, there were U.S. military vehicles coming and going, and American soldiers were everywhere in every corner. However, the members of the Sharp Knife Squad relaxed because they found that these Americans really didn't take them seriously.

Just don't take it seriously, don't pay too much attention to us.

But it is not right to say that it is really not taken seriously. The logistics department of the 8th Regiment of the US Army, including Zhou Qingfeng, was sent to. The first thing to do is take a bath!

Why take a bath? I just think they are dirty!

The US military who sent Zhou Qingfeng and others was really eagerly looking forward to it, hoping that they could make some amazing food. After all, what Zhou Qingfeng said along the way was so greedy.

When they walked into the field shower room of the US military, the local bullies in the Sharp Knife Squad sighed.

"The Americans actually bring their bathhouses to war?"

"This winter, Americans live like the emperor, and it's so comfortable to take a hot bath."

"Believe me, if you can, Americans wish they could move the brothel to the battlefield."

But while in the shower, Zhou Qingfeng changed his previous look and asked in a serious tone: "Comrades, we have successfully penetrated into the enemy. I plan to lurk in and give the enemy a cruel one. But before the action, we must gain the trust of the Americans, so we must... make a good meal."

Ten men from the Sharp Knife Class gathered together and looked at each other in the heat of the shower room. They asked them to die in war and sacrifice, but they had to cook... The deputy squad leader asked tentatively: "Squad leader, do you want us to cook a meal for the Americans?"

"Yes, not only do it, but also do it well! Don't tell me that no one can cook. I can boast about the Americans and say that they can bite off their tongues.

And I don’t know how to cook, it’s up to you now.” Zhou Qingfeng glanced at his subordinates, looking forward to surprise.

It is so arduous to make Americans have a good meal!

Everyone looked at it with a frown. After a long time, the "Old Machine Gun" raised his hand in embarrassment and said, "I will make noodles, which is a very edible level. If it is said that people can bite off their tongues, it will definitely not work."

The deputy squad leader also raised his hand and said, "I can make gnocchi, that thing... I think it's not bad. But judging from the living conditions of Americans, I'm afraid they don't have enough to make them feel delicious."

Seeing that everyone had no good tricks, Zhou Qingfeng covered his face and said in pain: "Do you want me to make fried rice with eggs? This is so funny. Don't you have the ability to cook?"

After a long time, the little 'Dou Ding' raised his hand and said hesitantly: "I can be a 'beggar chicken', but I don't know if it can be done?"

The task seemed too arduous, but I had to go on the ducks and put them on the shelves and even if I were to get on the shelves, I had to go on it. Several other soldiers raised their hands helplessly and reported the work they could do.

“我会包饺子.”

“我会拍黄瓜.”

“我会炒个家常菜.”
Chapter completed!