While the breakfast for all the troops in the parachute school was pimple soup, the chef in the small kitchen of the barracks made fresh bean curd.

The snow-white tofu pudding has a faint milky fragrance, and a sweet smell hits your nostrils.

The cook was a little confused and wiped his hands with his apron, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.

Looking at the two large bowls of beancurd that had just been poured out of the pot, he came closer and smelled it with his nose. No matter how he smelled it, he felt that the smell was wrong.

Who wants to eat sweet bean curd? Shouldn’t the bean curd be put in some chili oil, soy sauce, vinegar, salt, and sprinkle with chopped green onion, coriander, and preferably some pickled mustard to make it delicious?

But the tofu pudding in front of me is soaked in a milky hard candy from Japan. Chop it up and sprinkle it evenly on the tofu pudding. But is there really anyone willing to eat sweet tofu pudding?

"Whatever you do, the ground crews are here. Get your bean curd quickly."

The cook wiped his hands with his apron again, then frowned and asked without confidence,

"Brother Yandai, would you like me to chop some coriander, green onions and the like and put them on top, otherwise... this doesn't look good, and those ground workers are still reluctant to put them in."

"You know nothing, sir. Guangdong guys need to put sugar in their tofu pudding. Pick it up quickly."

After hearing the instructions from the old smoker Li Youtian, the cook did not dare to say anything anymore. Together with several men from the cooking team, he served the beancurd to the Guangdong ground workers who were already sitting in a row outside.

"Ha, the bean curd has sugar and milk, it's delicious, it's delicious..."

When he saw the expressions of the Guangdong ground staff, the cook in the mixed barracks suddenly felt relieved.

"When you see it, you must listen to the commander. I trust the commander. You..."

Carrying his big tobacco bag, the old smoker Li Youtian smiled happily and went around and around the Guangdong ground workers with incomprehensible words.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Our commander said, I have enough bean curds for today."

Even though the old smoker Li Youtian looked smiling when outsiders, he is now known as the "big shopkeeper of the Miscellaneous Barracks." When history sweeps the battlefield, the Miscellaneous Barracks is the most serious.

From killing the Japanese soldiers in Sihang Warehouse to defeating the 101st Division, the Umbrella School gained a lot. In addition to Japanese money, there were also a large number of glasses, gold teeth, command knives and other valuable items.

In addition, coming all the way from the 88th Division, even though Zhang Sixing didn't like to go to the wine table, he was comforted by the troops and people along the way.

These Zhang Si Xing were all thrown into the miscellaneous barracks, and the requirements were that the accounts should be clear and the money and items should match. As an old smoker from the supply camp, Li Youtian knew that when the officer threw things to him, he was thinking highly of him.

Therefore, he worked diligently in managing the logistics of the umbrella school.

As for the pimple soup that the Umbrella School had today, why did they eat sweet tofu pudding and used Japanese toffee that was not captured much? That is because Zhang Sixing arranged a new job for them, making a type of artillery called Gaoping Dual-purpose 107

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Making artillery, for the craftsmen in the mixed barracks, every one of them has a sad face.

Because this kind of "high-level dual-purpose 107 cannon" furniture is much more complicated than the earth-made openings they have seen.

And it wasn't something that the blacksmiths in the mixed barracks could make with just two blacksmith furnaces. Zhang Sixing gave them an idea and asked them to try to kill these Guangdong ground workers.

Old smoker Li Youtian thought, after all, these guys can repair airplanes, maybe they can help.

Then there was this breakfast of sweet tofu and refueling sticks that confused the cooks in the barracks. Maybe it was nothing in the city of Guangzhou, but it was the best food on the battlefield.

"Guys, these tofu puddings are delicious."

The head of the ground crew of the 17th Flying Squadron led by him was also a smart man. After having a beautiful breakfast of sweet tofu pudding and fried dough sticks, he had already anticipated the plan of the old smoker Li Youtian.

Put down the bowl and wipe your mouth with a handkerchief,

"Brother Li, since we have a personal relationship, I won't call you by your official title. What are you..."

His eyes pointed to the bowl of tofu pudding on the table. This was wartime, and pilots might not be able to eat sweet tofu pudding and fuel tanks. After all, for the Songhu battlefield, one or two million people had to eat, and the logistical pressure could be imagined.

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"Hey, platoon leader, we are personal friends and don't talk about that or that. To be serious, our commander has something to tell you. I would like to ask the platoon leader and your brothers to help."

"Why, could it be that you don't know how to repair your car if it breaks down? It's not difficult for brothers to repair airplanes. Cars..."

Hearing that the ground crew leader had misunderstood, the old smoker Li Youtian shook his hand repeatedly.

"No, no, it's just this thing. Guys, let's take a look and see what we should do."

When the old smoker Li Youtian took out a drawing of a four-line painting, the ground crew who gathered to study it were greatly surprised.

"Brother Li, this... this is a cannonball. Could it be that you..."

The team leader looked at the military camp in surprise. At this time, the military camp had already been busy.

The collected shell casings were made into shrapnel, and the Gong grenades were wrapped in coats. There were also people who carried load after load of soft mud from the place where trenches were dug. You could even see someone using wet mud on a plate to burn the earth.

Porcelain Cellar.

These things are not difficult for the craftsmen in the mixed barracks. After all, there are no young people in the mixed barracks now, and Zhang Sixing has long been replenished with the craftsmen who were defeated along the way.

Not only are they available in all walks of life, but even the chefs in the barracks have almost finished the eight major Chinese cuisines.

But there are no tailors, especially the kind of high-end tailors who know how to lay out the clothes. Such people will not be soldiers, and their family wealth will be very rich.

Seeing the appearance of the team leader, the old smoker Li Youtian hurriedly stepped forward and said,

"It's not about what a cannonball is. I don't understand what our Principal Zhang wants to do. Guys, let me show you how to make such a cannonball head."

In fact, the problem encountered by the mixed barracks at the moment is not the directional tube. An Afghan farmer can knock out that thing with a hammer. The height control machine and the steering machine are not very difficult things.

There are no mechanical ones, but there are many home-made methods. The only one with the highest technological content is the issue of the warhead. Most of the technical content of rocket launchers is actually mainly in the rocket-shell.

It's not that the people in the mixed barracks can't handle the triggering of ordinary artillery shells. At any rate, there were a few soldiers from the armory station when collecting the defeated troops. But Zhang Sixing's request was so strange that no one could have imagined that the artillery shells could actually trigger it.

Use it like that.

Although he asked someone to look at the shells, the old smoker Li Youtian was a cautious person. He did not tell anyone the name "High-level and flat dual-purpose 107". What he could understand, he separated and let different companies make them.

Only the doorway in the warhead was too deep and he really couldn't figure it out.
Chapter completed!