By the way! In California in October, at a time like early 6 pm, the sun has not completely set; it is at least half an hour before it gets completely dark.

But many people from the Zhongzhou Team have already begun to work for dinner.

Even now, many people have been busy for a while, and in another forty or fifty minutes, everyone will be able to start.

In front of the door of Bunker No. 2, there were 8 marching pots lined up.

They were placed on some earthen stoves built with bricks and stones. The firewood below had long been very dry under the sun and was already burning brightly.

And a little further away, Qingtian, Zhange, Husky, Python and others,

They were taking seven or eight of the more agile women among the natives to prepare their sumptuous dinner, which was also their first meal after entering the fortress.

Under the golden sunset, Zhan Ge waved his kitchen knife and cut the peeled potatoes into thick strips.

While in his mouth, he yelled with saliva splashing:

"Let me tell you country bumpkins, even though the name 'Yangtao Tsacha' sounds rustic, the ingredients used are not very particular.

But it tastes really good and will definitely make you want to eat it again.”

Qingtian and Husky, who were at the side, didn't say anything, but the kitchen knives in their hands were cutting quickly on a temporarily found chopping board.

After a dense, not very loud sound of 'duang, duang~', a pile of thin potato shreds appeared.

In the eyes of the indigenous women around him, he looked a bit miraculous.

As for the cigarette that these two guys were holding in the corners of their mouths during such a process, the ash that fell off due to the continuous burning and shaking would fall into the potato shreds.

To them, it's just a trivial matter.

Compared with the feast that is about to begin, this bit of cigarette ashes will not affect the huge expectations in their hearts at all...

The reason why the above scene occurred, Hu Biao, the desperate commander of the Zhongzhou Team, certainly had some considerations of his own.

As for Hu Biao’s specific thoughts, if we look at it from a relatively simple level:

Their fortress garrison battalion, as a new guard force newly arrived among these fortresses, naturally has some new atmosphere.

Therefore, everyone must work hard, not only to repair the fortifications, but also to rearrange and strengthen the firepower points.

In the following time, you have to clean up thoroughly.

One person swept out all the domestic garbage left behind by the previous defenders.

As soon as you enter the bunker, there will be an astonishingly complex odor. It is a trivial matter for people to live in it, but the bacteria that breed there will be a huge tragedy for the wounded.

But even in Fortress No. 2 alone, more than seventy or eighty iron buckets of garbage were cleaned out, making the entire environment clean.

Looking at the brand new fortress environment, Hu Biao still felt dissatisfied.

In the following time, I also spent 5 system points to exchange some red paper and pen and ink from the system mall, and began to search for suitable personnel.

It was finally decided to let Poluo, the eldest brother in the team and the best calligrapher, write dozens of couplets.

The contents are all very unique. For example, the first couplet is "Spring breeze willows ring the golden house", and the second couplet is "Sunny snow and plum blossoms illuminate the jade hall".

Or maybe it’s the spring and autumn harvests here that bring the joy of farming, and the water surrounded by mountains has a unique pastoral scenery.

In short, when the Chinese people in the modern dimension celebrate their housewarming, what is usually written on the couplets is what is written on the broken gong.

Needless to say, Po Luo's calligraphy is quite good.

So much so that the Spring Festival couplets, which were still wet with ink, were posted everywhere in Forts 2 to 6, even in some storage rooms.

Suddenly the fortress was still one of those fortresses full of bullet holes and gunpowder smoke, but the atmosphere looked much better, with more life and festive atmosphere.

At first glance, it looks more or less like moving to a new home.

And since everything is going on in anticipation of the housewarming, at such a critical time, a sumptuous meal is definitely indispensable.

A good meal for everyone can also boost morale, right?

Even now, in the hands of the Central Continent team, the ingredients are mainly potatoes.

It does not prevent this group of foodies from a big foodie country from using potatoes as an ingredient to play tricks and achieve their own goals.

No! Zhan Ge is a serious guy from Shaanxi Province.

So I volunteered to prepare a local delicacy called potato tzatziki for everyone.

Qingtian, the number one chef of the team, began to personally process mace potatoes, potato pancakes, and cold shredded potatoes, which are some of his specialty dishes.

As for husky, how could such a platinum veteran not know how to cook beef with potatoes, such a classic dish...

One thing that needs to be explained is that Hu Biao and the others have experienced so many missions before and after, so they naturally think of the dangers of doing so.

Such a high-profile move might attract all the orcs over.

The possibility of a large-scale attack and bombardment with heavy artillery is very small, but the orc snipers armed with super-large-caliber sniper rifles will definitely attract a considerable number of people.

Just for some ideas, that is, the second level plan in Hu Biao's mind, he still arranged it like this.

It was nothing more than making some targeted arrangements to prevent this housewarming banquet from turning into a tragedy.

For example, the warehouse manager is currently lurking in a secret location in front of the fortress, waiting with excitement on his face for the orc sniper to appear.

Mainly in the first stage of the escape mission, the warehouse manager needed to operate the drone.

There really was no time to spare, so I had to fight against the powerful snipers of the orcs who were said to be armed with 20mm caliber sniper rifles or sniper cannons.

Today is good, both sides can finally have a happy fight.

It is true that the 20mm caliber sniper rifle in the opponent's hand is very powerful and has a long range; but the 35mm caliber sniper grenade in the warehouse manager's hand is so weak that it is so weak?

In addition, King Kong’s 107mm mortar position, Bianrou’s 82mm recoilless rifle, etc.

At, the leading soldier of the team, was also wandering in front of the position like a ghost.

Any orcs who try to sneak attack or seize the whistle will be hacked to death by the pretty guy in the first place if there are fewer people.

If there are more people, AT will use the headset to report the coordinates of the opponent.

Then the firepower of King Kong, Bian Po and others will come over and kill them.

In short, since under their operation, the alluring fragrance began to drift out gradually along the evening breeze, their plan began.

And the subsequent development of things seemed to be better than what they expected...

*****

"F**k, where did these strange aromas come from? It doesn't look like barbecue, but why does it smell like this?"

When an indescribable and tantalizing fragrance suddenly reached Austin's nose, the lieutenant immediately put down the can of meat in his hand and started muttering like this.

Austin, commander of the garrison at Bunker No. 1 on Immokalee's first line of defense.

He commands a total of more than 30 people, responsible for guarding this damn bunker.

Of course, a dignified lieutenant certainly had more than this number of people under his command. Initially, he brought hundreds of people to fill this line of defense.

However, less than two weeks had passed, and during the orcs' sentries and sneak attacks at night, there were only more than 30 people left.

He can either hold on for another 17 days to complete the task of holding on for a month, and wait until the next unlucky guy takes over the defense task.

Either he died in the attack of the orcs, and everything was over.

But in Lieutenant Austin's boldest dreams, he never imagined that he could persist for such a long time with such a small amount of remaining troops.

So now, except when he eats every day, he can still feel alive, and he is basically in despair at other times.

Because of his status as an officer and the fact that he was on duty on such a dangerous frontline, he received some preferential treatment in terms of treatment.

Specifically, if you eat 100 grams more mashed potatoes per meal, you will have a 500-gram can of meat in two days.

Lieutenant Austin is happiest every time he eats canned meat.

After all, in such a troubled year, apart from satisfying some appetite, what else can make life better?

But under the strange smell of food today, Austin felt that the canned meat in his hand no longer smelled good at all.

So while cursing, he put down the canned meat in his hand and walked in the direction of the smell of the food, which was the direction of Fortress No. 2.

He remembered that a few hours ago, several forts next door had been replaced.

Some people with Eastern faces were unfortunately crammed into these fortresses.

Therefore, Lieutenant Austin planned to no matter what, even if he had to use his fists to fight these people fiercely, he would also get some food with a tantalizing aroma from the defenders who were mainly Easterners.

Along the way, he found that there were many people who had the same idea as him.

Not only could he see it, but many of his subordinates from Fortress No. 1 rushed over smelling the scent.

For example, the defenders in other surrounding positions, No. 7, No. 8, and even some distance away, walked towards No. 2 position with a bag of saliva in their mouths.

Good guy! If you add them all up, there will be at least two to three hundred people, a huge, dark crowd.

After seeing such a scene, Lieutenant Austin felt that his plan to get some delicious food from those Easterners was more confident.

On the one hand, in his memory, Chinese people are basically synonymous with timidity and fear of getting into trouble. They will often give in and hand over their property under some threats.

On the other hand, with so many of them here, they would be more confident if they really wanted to fight.

The problem is, when the group of them reached some agreements with each other with hidden eyes, they walked all the way to a position tens of meters in front of Fortress No. 2.
To be continued...