What! Those three big pots of pork stewed with vermicelli, Hu Biao and the others were definitely not going to be able to eat them.
Even if the third battalion commander's messenger didn't personally go to the rear to take a look, he could tell that it was strange that those delicacies that made him salivate inexplicably were still left in his mouth.
Just kidding, even if their 67th Division belongs to the Central Army with better treatment, for these small soldiers, eating meat is like celebrating the New Year.
How can those guys who stayed in the rear positions let go of these ownerless food? No way.
Even if the three cauldrons are still in place, there is a big question mark.
Even if it is, it must be cleaner than a dog licking it.
Fortunately, out of the remaining guilt in his heart for the cannon fodder of the supplementary battalion, the third battalion commander still tried his best to satisfy some of Hu Biao's subsequent requests.
At around 0:21 in the morning, a batch of supplies was delivered.
Specifically, it included more than half a basket of steamed buns, a small jar of pickles, and two loads of pure cold water that had been laboriously jumped from behind.
Mainly the water sources on the front lines were contaminated by corpses and blood and were not drinkable at all.
There are also 2,000 rounds of 7.92mm caliber rifle ammunition, 300 rounds of 7.93mm caliber pistol ammunition, and two boxes containing a total of 60 wooden handle grenades.
As for Hu Biao's lion's opening, what kind of 82mm caliber mortar shells did he ask for, or for the purpose of strengthening firepower, he asked for a Maxim heavy machine gun.
There is also a requirement for at least one platoon of troops to be commanded by Battalion Commander Hu of the supplementary battalion.
None of the above is true.
The only thing worth mentioning is that Hu Biao and the others still got some unexpected surprises, which were condolences packed in some small cloth pockets.
According to Peng Ji, the messenger who came to the salient position again along with these supplies.
The people of the Great Demon City have given huge support to this battle.
Not to mention anything else, there were also celebrities from Shanghai who performed in person to show condolences to the labor force. They danced in little skirts that exposed their thighs, which was eye-catching.
It's a pity that due to safety considerations, those ladies with white thighs did not come to the front line.
This incident made the brothers in the frontline troops feel it as a huge regret.
However, the ladies with big white legs did not come, but part of the condolences they brought came along with the supply convoy.
These condolences are all carried in small cloth bags. Because the donors come in all shapes and sizes, the contents inside are also different.
It's like opening a blind box. No one knows what's inside until it's opened.
I don’t know if there are a lot of these things, but more than 60 of them were delivered during this trip, so that the supplementary battalion basically had one man per person.
So, under the moonlight, the embarrassed men were eating cold steamed buns with cold water and pickles, and everyone opened the cloth bags in their hands.
Then, they had some different wonderful reactions...
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"Look, what good things are there?" The first one to make a move was Little Flathead Original Sin, who stuffed his hands into the bag while yelling.
Immediately, many gentlemen around him who were eating steamed buns looked over with concerned eyes.
Then when Original Sin took out the first thing, a huge burst of laughter erupted from everyone's mouths, and even his deputy shooter Qingtian spit out a mouthful of steamed buns.
The main reason is that before participating in this mission, Yuan Sin had a haircut and changed his hairstyle.
He cut his originally short crew cut into a round head with only a few hair fragments left. The result? This guy took out a wooden comb from his cloth pocket.
With Original Sin's face aching in pain, Qingtian grabbed the wooden comb and combed it several times on Original Sin's Tianling Cap.
Suddenly, the laughter from everyone present became even more intense.
Of course, the process of opening the blind box for everyone will not end up as funny as Original Sin; many people even revealed great surprises after taking out their consolation gifts.
"Takahashi waffles? These are the authentic specialties of Ala's Magic City. The taste shouldn't be too good~"
He reached into the cloth bag with one hand and took out an oil paper bag, then opened it and took a look. The old man from Bianrou started shouting with surprise on his face.
After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at what was left in the bag, he just took the whole thing and stuffed it into his mouth.
I don’t know if the ingredients in these days are not contaminated, and the owner’s food has original fragrance.
Or in other words, under the current circumstances, something that was originally ordinary seems to be extremely precious. In short, Bian Po feels that this is the most delicious Takahashi pancake he has ever tasted.
I don't know how much better it tastes than the ones I bought in the supermarket before.
The middle-aged warehouse manager put his hand into the bag and took out two packs of 'Three Cats' cigarettes.
Others may be confused about this relatively unfamiliar cigarette brand, but the Hun Dharma God, who has been in Shanghai for some years, really knows this stuff.
It is said that this brand was very popular in Shanghai at that time, and the tycoon Du Yuesheng was still a shareholder of the manufacturer.
The problem is that the middle-aged warehouse manager is one of the only non-smoking men present.
I smoke a little occasionally, just to have fun with everyone.
So he waved the cigarette in his hand and discussed with the bacon not far away: "Bacon, how about I trade this with you for Takahashi waffles? I only want half of it."
"If we don't change it, we won't even have a window." Bian Po refused the proposal without any explanation.
Then, he carefully wrapped up the remaining half of the package of Takahashi waffles, put them away, and muttered: "I also want to take them back so that my wife and children can taste this authentic taste."
"..." The Hun Dharma God muttered a cordial greeting that could not be heard by others, and then stuffed his hand into the cloth bag.
He doesn't believe it anymore, he can't get anything good by himself.
Then, he took out a few boxes of matches, a fountain pen, and a folded piece of letter paper.
After opening the letter, the middle-aged warehouse manager saw clearly that the traditional Chinese letter was written vertically. It should be due to the low education of the letter writer. The handwriting was crooked and there were many typos.
The problem is that after seeing the above content clearly, all the resentment on his face immediately disappeared.
Because it says on it:
Soldiers fighting on the front line, please allow me to express my greatest respect to you on behalf of the entire Wu family.
At present, the Japanese invaders are invading our beautiful country. We, the good men of China, must unite as one to fight against the powerful enemy. Unfortunately, Wu is a small citizen who has no power to restrain chickens. He has an old mother and a wife and children to support. He is willing but powerless.
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But Wu still wanted to do something within his power despite his desire to resist Japan and the country.
Because I am short of money, I can only prepare two packs of low-quality cigarettes to express condolences to our brave soldiers...
When he saw this, a picture even appeared in the head of the Hun Dharma God: a little man from the magical city who could only smoke low-quality cigarettes to save money for his family.
After gritting his teeth and spending several days of cigarette money to buy such a special condolence gift, he leaned on the table in the narrow room and wrote this letter one stroke at a time.
After sighing silently, the Hun Dharma God threw the cigarettes and matches in his hand to the bacon along with the letter.
He said lightly: "You can use it to smoke it. Just be more accurate when you shoot. As people from the capital, we can't justify it if we don't die in this war."
Bianrou took the letter suspiciously and read it, then took out the Takahashi waffle in his backpack.
He handed it to the Hun Dharma God, a teammate who had always been a bit irritable for some unknown reason, and said: "Eat it. Don't be killed by the Japs so quickly after you are full. Kill more Japs before you die."
At the same time, after everyone else saw clearly their condolences, they also silently thought about their thoughts.
The specific reason is that they all got something that seems ordinary and insignificant, but represents too much, too much.
Even if I didn't, I had no intention of talking after seeing what was in the hands of my colleague who suddenly became quiet.
For example: Staff Officer Yang Dongli actually took out a small clay doll and a few pieces of candy from the bag.
Candy is not the kind with exquisite packaging like the modern plane. It is just a piece of candy wrapped in oil paper, and each piece is pitifully small.
But it was these things that made Yang Dongli feel a huge impact when he thought of something.
By the way! Who would regard these things as treasures except children?
And after realizing that a child actually donated his most precious things and sent them to the front line as condolences, Yang Dongli, holding such a heartfelt gift, felt that the things in his hands were so hot.
In Xu Feng's hand, he got a box of old-style Merlin cans made in the Republic of China, and the same letter.
The difference is that in this letter, not only is the letter full of elegant handwriting, but the kind greetings from the other party's heart make him gradually calm down.
Even though there was no photo attached to the letter, the man believed that this must be a beautiful and gentle girl.
"Don't worry, sister, I will definitely stand up to the Japs." Xu Feng thought this way.
In AT's hand, he got a small bag of Zhuangyuan cake; even after Hu Biao opened the bag, he also found a small bag of spiced broad beans.
To be honest! Even if everyone holds different things in their hands, they come from a modern plane with abundant supplies, and they don’t value these foods very much.
But what they valued was something behind, and almost the same picture appeared in everyone's mind.
In the crowded street, a huge piece of cloth was pulled by many people, held high, and started walking on the street.
Male and female students, workers, and vendors holding trumpets in their hands were roaring and roaring hard, trying to wake up those souls that had been numb for many years.
Under such a roar that seemed to come from the soul, countless banknotes, oceans, gold ornaments, and big bloody gold teeth were thrown up like raindrops.
At the same time, various materials such as clay dolls, candy bars, and cigarettes were delivered to the hands of fundraisers.
Perhaps many of the items and their weight may not seem worth mentioning at all; but they are already the only things that their poor and impoverished owners can take away.
While doing this, everyone's face was full of enthusiasm, and the slogans on their lips could be heard far away.
This is not a result of beatings or brainwashing, but the angry roar of a great nation waking up after sleeping for hundreds of years.
Amidst the roar, the entire city of Demon City was boiling and burning.
After taking into account the above considerations, these gifts are extremely heavy.