After a tiring day, the soldiers lined up with their own lunch boxes to get meals. Dozens of cooks stood behind their respective tables and were responsible for distributing meals to the soldiers.
In the past, the food of the militia was very simple. The staple food was usually cereals, with some vegetables or even wild vegetables, and cabbage soup that was lacking in salt and oil.
Although this kind of food can fill you up, to be honest, soldiers are not able to resist hunger. (A Ding has a profound experience of this. When he was studying, even though he was full at noon, he would start feeling hungry as soon as four or five o'clock in the evening.
I was so hungry that I even had a record of eating one pound and two taels of rice in one meal. The reason for this was because the food was not oily.)
But today was different. The soldiers were surprised to find that there were several pieces of oily pork in the dishes that the cook gave them. They seemed to be appetizing. One soldier took a bite on the spot, which exuded a strong aroma.
The meaty oil almost made him swallow his tongue.
Looking at the joyful soldiers, Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui felt a little distressed, and couldn't help complaining: "Sir, today is neither a New Year nor a holiday, why are you eating so well? It's such a waste."
After these days of recruitment, the number of today's militia has reached more than 1,500.
If so many people eat all meat, even if each person only eats 4 taels of meat a day, that would be 600 kilograms of pork in a day.
The pigs in this era were all native pigs, each weighing only about a hundred pounds. If the food standard was this every day, this also meant that the vigilante group would have to eat six pigs every day, even if Gao Hongming was a famous landowner in Liantai County
My family cannot afford to feed more than a thousand pot-bellied men like this.
Gao Hongming laughed and patted Wu Chengfeng on the shoulder: "Old Wu, don't worry. Now I don't have anything else, but I have enough pork."
Of course Wu Chengfeng didn't understand that the amount of money on the panel of Gao Hongming's watch had reached more than 50,000 yuan. In addition to the money from selling medicine, there were also more than 20,000 yuan and dozens of large yellow croakers obtained by raiding Master Hu's lair.
Don’t panic when you have money in hand, this is an eternal truth.
Besides, what he gave the soldiers today was the famous Spam lunch meat from World War II.
This luncheon meat, which was hated by all U.S. soldiers in World War II, is famous. The main reason why the U.S. military purchased cans of this kind in large quantities is because of its super cheap price of only 40 cents per can.
On Gao Hongming’s mobile phone panel, the price of this kind of lunch meat is so cheap that one ocean can buy 100 cans.
Yes, you read that right. 15 yuan, just 15 yuan a day, can feed all the more than 1,500 people in the vigilante group eating pork.
Faced with such an attractive price, Gao Hongming almost did not hesitate to spend a "huge sum" of 450 yuan to buy enough Spam luncheon meat for the entire regiment for a month. He wanted to see the militia soldiers.
Will he be like the American soldiers in another time and space, who want to vomit when they see Spam luncheon meat?
While buying Spam luncheon meat, our leader Gao also bought a batch of chocolates, biscuits and other high-calorie foods, and even cigarette matches.
Of course, these latter items will not be given every day, but will be distributed as rewards. As for cigarettes, each person will receive one pack a week.
As a time traveler, Gao Hongming knows how important having good food is to improve the combat effectiveness of the troops. Although due to many reasons, he cannot raise the food standards of the militia to the same level as the American soldiers in World War II, but even
Even if it is only a partial improvement, it is quite remarkable.
During World War II, most of the Chinese soldiers did not have enough to eat for a long time, and most of them looked sallow and thin. In this state, they could hardly walk, let alone march and fight.
Due to long-term malnutrition, the Chinese army simply could not withstand high-intensity training. This is why it often took three to five Chinese soldiers to equal one Japanese soldier when fighting with bayonets.
While everyone was eating and discussing troop training, a sentry on guard hurried over and said, "Captain, there is someone looking for you outside."
Xiao Zhankui asked curiously: "Who is it?"
"Yes..." the sentry hesitated and whispered: "Sir... it's the Eighth Route Army."
"What... the Eighth Route Army?"
Several people looked at each other, and each saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
A thoughtful look flashed across Gao Hongming's eyes: "Bring him here quickly."
"yes!"
The sentry took the order and left.
Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui looked at each other, hesitated for a moment and then said softly: "Sir."
"explain!"
"Sir Yan doesn't like the Eighth Route Army very much. If we find out that you are openly in contact with the Eighth Route Army, will there be any trouble?"
"What a trouble." Gao Hongming said disdainfully: "What's wrong with the Eighth Route Army? They are not savage beasts. As long as they are a team fighting the Japanese, they are our friendly forces. What's the big deal if the friendly forces come into contact with each other? If Commander Yan can't even do this,
He doesn’t even have the stomach for it, and he can’t be the commander-in-chief of the World War II zone.”
While he was talking, a young man wearing common people's clothing had already walked up to him.
As the young man walked over, he looked at the militiamen who were eating, and the look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He walked up to Gao Hongming, gave a military salute and said loudly: "Shi Zhanbo, a soldier of the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army, has sent you two bottles of Fenjiu on the order of the regiment leader Li Yunlong. Our regiment leader said that for your help last time, I
Li Yunlong has nothing to offer in return, but I am a pauper, so I can only give you two bottles of Fenjiu to show my sincerity."
After speaking, Shi Zhanbo took out two bottles of Fenjiu from the satchel on his waist and handed them to Gao Hongming with both hands.
"hehe……"
Gao Hongming laughed and smiled for a while before saying to Shi Zhanbo: "I accepted these two bottles of wine and thank you, the leader, for me. By the way, how is your leader doing now?"
"this……"
Shi Zhanbo hesitated for a moment: "Sir, our Eighth Route Army has discipline and cannot leak military secrets casually."
"What a leak of military secrets."
Gao Hongming couldn't help laughing and said: "I've heard that your captain is a master of getting into trouble. Tell me...will you be assigned to be a groom this time or will you be assigned to the cooking class to carry the big pot?"
Shi Zhanbo's eyes widened, "Sir, how did you know that our leader was punished?"
Gao Hongming said disdainfully: "Tch... isn't it obvious that the lice are on the bald man's head? In the last battle at Cangyun Ridge, your regimental commander disobeyed his superiors' orders. Can your superiors spare him?"
"Sir, you are so awesome."
Shi Zhanbo raised his thumb, "But this time our leader is not going to carry a big pot or be a groom. He is sent to be the director of a quilt factory and make clothes."
Gao Hongming said nothing and touched his chin. The inertia of history was still as strong as ever. Despite his own appearance, Li Yunlong was still assigned to the quilt factory.