The yellow mud shell was broken, and there was a layer of aluminum foil inside. The aluminum foil opened and a strong aroma of chicken burst out.

The ingredients are too simple and the ingredients are not handy, but the crispy and tender chicken has a golden color, which makes people feel very appetizing.

Beggar chicken is not a particularly outstanding food, but it appears in a very distinctive way. As a senior officer, Colonel Palmer is also a person who eats delicious food all over the world, but he has never seen chicken baked in mud pieces.

Moreover, the chicken is not bad in color, fragrance and taste, and it has reached the level. It is already surprising that it can make chicken of this level in the field kitchen of North Korea.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was standing by, cut the chicken with a knife and fork at the right time and opened it on a plate, and said with a smile: "Dear Colonel, this chicken is best eaten while it is hot. It would be even more wonderful if it can be served with a glass of wine. I hope you like it."

"Well... very good." Colonel Palmer couldn't refuse and did not taste it immediately. He continued to comfort his subordinates and left a few minutes later. However, his adjutant said before leaving that the colonel was very interested in the chicken and was willing to taste it.

Seeing that the adjutant seemed to want to take away a beggar chicken in person, Zhou Qingfeng immediately pushed out the 'Dou Ding' and said with a smile: "This kind of chicken cooking method was thought of by this child. Please give him an honor so that he can personally give this rare delicacy to the colonel."

A beggar chicken was placed on a plate. The short "Dou Ding" immediately smiled the sillyest, dragging the plate with a sincerely admirable dramatic expression, making people unable to bear to reject his enthusiasm.

The adjutant didn't insist too much and nodded, "Okay, please come with me. You can send it to the delegation department."

"Dou Ding" followed the adjutant happily. He ran back more than ten minutes later, dipped his fingers in water and drew several streets of Yunshan City on the chopping board. "This is the main street in the city, less than two hundred meters away. The enemy's regiment headquarters is in the south of the city, and there is a bridge there..."

"Dou Ding" was short and thin and not noticeable. When he went out, he not only figured out the roads in the city, but also clearly the locations of the enemy regiment headquarters and various battalions, and even the firepower arrangement was drawn for Zhou Qingfeng.

Now most of the 8th Regiment of the 1st Cavalry Division of the US Army has entered Yunshan City. The South Base Army, which was originally stationed in the city, could only leave and go outside Yunshan City. However, the 39th Army of the Volunteer Army did not know about this situation at all. It must clarify the situation as soon as possible and spread the news.

But look at the time, it is already five o'clock in the afternoon and it is almost dark.

After remembering the enemy's arrangement silently, Zhou Qingfeng reached out and wiped the water marks on the chopping board. He whispered: "We must strive to run the entire Yunshan City before dark and figure out the layout of the entire Yunshan.

The main force of the enemy is Yunshan City, but we don’t know where the enemy’s logistics warehouse is? Well..., should I ask those Americans, do they need midnight snacks?

Oh, right! We have another thing to collect 'Sparam', collect 'Sparam' that the Americans discarded at will. We need these convenient field foods."

Spam? Spam, who was disliked by the US military to the point of death?

The "old machine gun" looked at the "Spam" box placed under his feet. He kept paying attention to the box, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away. But in fact, no one of the American soldiers who were traveling back and forth in the kitchen looked at the box and really didn't care at all.

"Squad leader, I think we can exchange noodles and fried rice with these Americans, and we should be able to exchange dozens of boxes." The deputy squad leader was quite confident in the collection plan when he saw the popularity of noodles and fried rice.

But Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "How can dozens of boxes be enough? I have to get at least a thousand boxes, and I will deliver them to the army with a captive truck as soon as possible. At least we can have a good meal and have the strength to fight against the Americans in Yunshan City."

Thousands of boxes?

The deputy squad leader looked at the box containing the ‘Spam’ and couldn’t help but remind him: “Squad leader, we are just a few people, where can we get thousands of boxes?”

"It's not easy? Change it with beggar chicken!"

“But the chicken we cook is also provided by American kitchens.”

"But it has to be processed by our cooking! Trust me, the old Americans are more enthusiastic than you think."

The field kitchen has a special large oven, which is used for American soldiers to toast. Zhou Qingfeng greeted the American chef and said that he wanted to add hundreds of "treasure chickens" to today's dinner. The American chef was very happy that someone would come to work, and even expressed his willingness to help.

In order to make the US military soldiers on the front line eat and drink, the US logistics staff spared no effort. The Eighth Regiment had frozen chicken specially airlifted from Japan, and these slightly processed chickens belonged to the so-called B meals.

Zhou Qingfeng taught American chefs to simplify the process and directly wrapped chicken with aluminum foil for baking. This not only cooks the chicken, but also retains the moisture and fragrance of the chicken. A stove can bake dozens of chickens, but it won’t take long to get hundreds or thousands of them.

After completing the production of the "Zhenbao Chicken", Zhou Qingfeng got a large wooden board. He wrote on the wooden board with charcoal pen: Colonel Palmer sincerely recommends the delicious Tiaobao Chicken made by the court. Order one box of "Spam". The quantity is limited, so please buy it as soon as possible.

The field kitchen is crowded, and the brand is very conspicuous when it is hung. Especially Colonel Palmer has just arrived, and many people have seen the scene of "Dou Ding" sending chickens to the regiment headquarters. In addition, Uncle Zhou is trying on the spot, and a few beggar chickens were taken out.

Although the US military's field kitchens provide free food, it seems that it is not particularly unacceptable to exchange for "Spam". After all, "Spam" is something called "spiritual flesh" by the US military soldiers.

Remember, as long as Americans call it "spit or something", they are not good in their eyes. Basically, it means similar to us to "stinky shit".

It sounded quite cost-effective to exchange a box of "stinky dog ​​shit" for a limited number of "treasure chicken". Not long after, a soldier actually brought a box of "sparm" who was hated by people and dogs, and asked to exchange it for another "treasure chicken".

"Why do you want to collect 'Sparm'?" Some US military officers expressed questions about this. Is this a pity 'Sparm', but just curious.

Zhou Qingfeng said frankly: "We are from the Nanbang, and there are still many people who are not full. So we want to get some food black market, and I hope you don't mind too much. Come on..., I'll give this 'Treasure Chicken' to you, please accept it."

Hahaha... I don't mind, I don't mind!

The US military not only hates "Spam", they even throw food around. The food includes biscuits, lunch meat, beans, dehydrated vegetables, hard candies, coffee, cigarettes and other things. However, the supplies produced by the rear were thrown away at the front line, which was extremely wasteful.

Real tyrant, so willful!
Chapter completed!