Not only Yamadajima came in, but his wife Zhang Qing and Ushijima also came.
These three people came in front and packed their things.
Originally, they just planned to eat a little at the military supply store.
But Xiao Ya took people to ask for meat, saying that it was the small stove of the regiment today. It was Xiao Ya cooking again, which made Yamadajima instantly dislike the food at the Military Supplies Department, so he came here with his people, and by the way, he mentioned
Here comes the wine.
Pulling up a stool and sitting down, Yamadajima lit a cigarette; "Officers are not soldiers. Officers' ability to understand and share the overall situation must be better than that of soldiers. It is impossible for the central army and local troops to cooperate just because of one or two times.
, there will be some change in each other's attitudes. If the communication is not good, it will become a battle of force and weapons."
Zhang Renhua didn't refute it. He and the chief of staff also discussed this matter, whether they wanted to hold an army-wide party, but the chief of staff's head shook like a rattle.
What if a fight breaks out? Who cares about that when you are drunk? If you don't pay attention, if something goes wrong between the two parties, a fight will start.
Or officers communicate with each other, and soldiers do their own thing.
This time I got a dozen pigs from Yamadajima, which was enough for everyone to have a meal. I added the confiscated cans and vegetables from the transportation alley above to give everyone a good meal. That was wrong.
More than enough.
"Well, that's the reason." Shun Takeshita crossed his arms; "If the party doesn't work, then there will be a fight."
Miyamoto Shigeru also figured out that there was indeed some dislike between the Central Army and the local authorities.
Even if he and Gui Jun were to experience life and death together, I'm afraid it would still be like this.
The regiment headquarters already had cooking soldiers, so what Xiao Ya received was good meat, pork butt meat, and some pork liver. Because the regiment headquarters needed it, the military supplies office gave some chili peppers.
She then asked Hideko Fujino to go to the second camp to find kimchi.
The Second Battalion came from the Sichuan Army. The tradition is to pickle kimchi and sour radish.
Fatty pork with pickled radish, dried chili pork liver, plus a vegetarian canned pig sesame soup, a thin vegetable. A plate of fried peanuts, and dried fish captured from the Japanese army made a soup.
It's full of money, very rich.
Nan Zhongmei has never eaten the food cooked by Xiao Ya.
When she smelled the aroma of meat, her eyes suddenly lit up. She stood up from where she and Fujino Hideko were lighting the fire. With an ouch, Fujino Hideko instantly lost her support and fell to the ground and asked in confusion: "Sister Meiko, what are you doing?"
What are you doing?"
Nan Zhongmei pulled her up and patted the dust on the table; "It's so fragrant, I just want to taste it."
Oh, Fujino Hideko has eaten the food cooked by Xiao Ya many times, but after coming back, everyone ate the same thing, so there will never be such an opportunity to open a small stove.
It’s normal for Sister Meiko to have never eaten it.
"Then go ahead. Sister Xiao's cooking is the best. I can eat two bowls of rice on weekdays and four bowls of rice."
real or fake.
Nan Zhongmei came to the pot, reached out and tasted the fat.
The slightly sour feeling suppresses the greasiness. The meat looks fatty, but it doesn't feel stuffy at all when you eat it in your stomach.
Tsk tsk tsk...
Nan Zhongmei looked at the rice next to her, wondering if she should eat a bowl first.
"I'm full. I won't be able to eat anymore later. There's just another dish left, are you sure?" Nan Zaolinzi was chopping vegetables nearby. Looking at the slightly wandering eyes, he shook the kitchen knife and handed a rice bowl to him.
Nam Chumi.
Nan Zhongmei thought about it and decided to forget it. She didn't prepare a few dishes. If she was full, what would she eat later?
Not long after, Zhang Qing came over to help. She really came to help. After all, everyone was waiting for food.
The cooked bone soup also gives off a fragrance. When vegetables and canned food are put in, the fragrance comes out immediately.
This time the combatants at the regiment headquarters ate together.
If the table is not enough, just place it directly on the ground, or put several ammunition boxes together.
Yamadajima smelled the aroma of meat and rushed out to help. His mouth was full of oil when he came in.
Zhang Renhua also asked about this aroma, and intuitively opened the wine bottle and started pouring wine into the tea vat.
"I don't drink too much, and I don't know if the Japanese army will come over. We each have a teapot, so we should be fine." Zhang Renhua was not confused enough to be careless.
While pouring the wine, he looked at the people sitting around him and said, "If you think you can continue drinking, then drink. If it's not enough, I'll have people move it."
Takeshita Jun dragged the liquor to him and made another glass for Keiko Kobayashi with a smile: "Don't worry, you can indulge a little today, they won't be able to get through."
What to bring? If a brigade is being chased like that, no matter how hard they gather their troops, they may not be able to survive until tomorrow. Not to mention, after this battle, they probably have no intention of going south.
With so many troops, it would be better to fight to the west, which is a little closer to Changsha.
The attack here might stop.
Even if you want to attack, you still need to rectify it.
But in order to prevent the Japanese bombers from retaliating, the celebration is just about eating. It is better not to do other things to avoid any problems.
"Each class is given two bottles of liquor for everyone to try. As for the wounded soldiers, we don't force it."
Anyway, the secret service team has used wine as disinfectant alcohol more than once or twice. As I said, winter is about to enter, and the secret service team will be equipped with liquor by then.
Yamadajima did not object to Zhou Weiguo's arrangement.
Last time, he didn't buy that damn piece of shit. When the family wanted to move out, he made a big fuss about it. He found a reason to shoot him. Now, the secret service team has plenty of wine.
He turned to look at Zhou Weiguo: "Ask the company commanders to pick up the kettles. Now I am a wealthy man. I have more than a dozen large tanks of high-concentration liquor. They are all good things?"
Zhou Weiguo has been busy at the front during this time, and he really doesn't know where these dozen large jars of liquor came from.
Zhang Qing was handing out chopsticks next to him; "There was a workshop in Qijia Town, but the boss was too outrageous. We bought at the same price but didn't buy it. The price went up. Later, the family wanted to evacuate, so we bought again and prepared to stock up and distribute them for winter and transportation to
He still didn't buy the Sanitary Company, so he found a reason not to support the war of resistance and was shot."
Zhou Weiguo didn't think there was anything wrong in this.
Those who worked hard up front were dying every day, but this person didn’t support it at all. He should be damned.
"Why did you buy so much liquor?" Zhang Renhua was shocked when he heard this. The army's biggest opportunity is drinking, but this week Weiguo did the opposite. What is this?
