Xie Jinyuan and Yang Ruifu, who had never planned to cook together, couldn't help but praise the delicious rice and steamed pork served by the guards.
"It seems that our request for grain bread from the concession is a bit unnecessary. There are tens of thousands of bags of grain in the warehouse. We really need to do it..."
Officers who are elite German armorers certainly don't think about these things, but as officers in a logistics-focused military camp, they may be thinking about these things every day.
After eating a full meal, relieving yourself becomes a problem.
"What are you doing?"
A soldier in the mixed barracks who was delivering meals saw someone defecating in an ammunition box. It seemed that he wanted to dump the stool outside the building.
The infantry of the Eighty-eighth Division glanced at the small soldier wearing Tula Barji, squinted and said in a bad tone,
"Shit, why haven't I seen it before..."
"The officer told me to take him to the latrine, what are you going to do..."
Listening impatiently to what the little soldier said, the infantryman got angry and spat at the little soldier,
"Go away, you don't care about heaven and earth, and you still care about my shit and farts..."
Of course, the little soldier did not dare to challenge the proud soldiers wearing M35 helmets like the 88th Division, but he ran to the second floor.
In a bunker stacked with grain bags, Zhang Sixing was chatting with Hansen Raul.
"Sir, the German paratroopers don't know how to use your fighting tactics. They fill the helmets with shit..."
Thinking about that smell, Hansen Raul's brown eyebrows twisted.
But after the battle today, he was really convinced. A broken helmet, bullet casings, beans and a grenade could blow up a large area, and now he still wants to...
Put a grenade in the helmet, fill it with shells and beans to act as shrapnel, fill the outside with a spoonful of manure, and then seal it tightly with flour or other grain powder.
What's the use? They're not military doctors, so they don't even know.
Forget about the military barracks of the miscellaneous barracks, that guy was just a young man who was caught by a young man. He had worked in a drug store for a few days and he didn't understand anything.
However, because the medics of the Eighty-Eighth Division were taught cardiopulmonary resuscitation by military doctors, this became the favorite of the Eighty-Eighth Division, and everyone called him a miracle doctor.
This time, more than a hundred steel helmets were picked up at the door alone. In the main base of the miscellaneous barracks on the second floor, there were already more than fifty steel helmets standing there exuding a smell.
"Keep it away, keep it away, it really stinks."
Facing the shouts of the Germans, the old smoker Li Youtian stared with his old eyes blurred and said,
"You don't know a thing about this kid. All your crops depend on excrement. That excrement smells bad, it smells like dung. Ask the kids in the camp, who doesn't know how to farm?"
Zhang Sixing just smiled at this, said nothing, and then smoked wildly.
Just at this moment, the little soldier who had just delivered meals to the 88th Division ran back. He was only 14 or 15 years old, with fluffy hairs on his lips and two blushes on his face.
But it can be seen that he likes Sihang Warehouse, and he also likes that there is a lot of food here and can be eaten openly.
"Uncle, battalion commander, uncle, battalion commander, pull some, pull some soldiers of the 88th Division from going to the latrines to poop, and let me play ball."
Li Youtian, an old cigarette smoker, puffed on his cigarette, but said nothing and only rolled his eyes at Hanson Raul.
Hanlin Raul, on the other hand, was very conscious. He picked up his armed belt and looked at Zhang Sixing.
Zhang Sixing, who still didn't speak, only gave you a look that said, "Let's figure it out." Hanson Raul winked knowingly.
Dragging the little miscellaneous soldier, the little miscellaneous soldier who didn't know why he was dragged leaned back and asked for help from the old smoker Li Youtian.
"Uncle, battalion commander, is he trying to force me to do something?"
"What you are doing is asking you to recognize someone. If any soldier disobeys, you will be slapped on his ass. Go ahead, don't be afraid."
Seeing that he was not going to be spanked, the little soldier happily followed Hansen Raul.
"Captain Li, how come your camp is full of idiots who haven't grown up yet?"
Hearing Zhang Sixing ask him, the old smoker Li Youtian sighed,
"When our camp was established, we didn't have many people. Even if we called in the family's children and nephews, we couldn't get enough people. Later, we found the flower heads in the city and offered them enough food, and a large group came."
While talking, his big smoker dug and dug in the tobacco bag, and then said,
"At least I selected some babies who are above twelve or thirteen years old. I don't want the others. There are a lot of bad things in the flowers. The miscellaneous barracks are mainly for logistics. If the danger is not great, I will bring them out."
Hanson Raul carried the leash up to the third floor and found the soldier relieving himself in a room with few people.
"Who told you to get out just now?"
When the soldiers of the 88th Division saw Hansen Raul coming, they all hurriedly picked up their pants and jumped up to salute.
When you go to the toilet in a crowded place, the smell...
Hansen Raul, who was almost breathless from the smoke, stared at his eyes and opened his mouth as if he was about to vomit. He ran a few steps away and asked the little soldier again,
"Who scolded you just now?"
Hearing this question again, several soldiers of the 88th Division who were using the toilet here felt their skin tightening.
Hansen Raul, who was hiding away, breathed in the fresh air and became lively again. He pulled the belt in his hand and made a "pop" sound.
The little soldier pointed at the soldier who just scolded him. Hansen Raul glared.
"You, get out of here."
The soldier he pointed out quickly trotted up to him and stood at attention without daring to move.
But he still kept his mouth shut,
"Sir, this little soldier just said that poop is also a strategic material. I don't understand."
Hansen Raul was startled, not because the guy in front of him dared to talk, but because he happened to not understand the question.
Just at this moment, Zhang Sixing, who came to see Xie Jinyuan, passed by and interrupted to explain,
"It's best if you don't understand, because neither do the little devils, but I do know."
Soldiers admire those who can fight most. When they saw Zhang Sixing's cloth uniform, they all stood at attention unconsciously, showing more respect than they did for Hansen Raul.
After all, cardiopulmonary resuscitation had rescued several soldiers, and Zhang Sixing was able to kill Japanese tanks with a machine gun with a bent barrel, which impressed them all.
Seeing their curious eyes, Zhang Sixing smiled lightly and explained,
"Shit contains a lot of bacteria and is attached to the shrapnel. The person who was hit had to cut off a large piece of meat or cut off his arms and legs to become disabled, so for us, shit is a strategic material and we carry out orders."
"yes"
The soldiers nearby showed expressions of sincerity.
"You can tell your comrades this. Go to the latrines to relieve yourself. We have to make hundreds of helmet mines. It's not enough if we don't have enough stool."
"yes"
Company Commander Tao, who came after hearing the news, was also very impressed when he heard Zhang Sixing's explanation.
Thinking of the incense sticks and firecrackers he arranged in his stronghold, I finally thought of a sentence - understanding the world is all knowledge.
Regardless of whether this sentence is correct or not, this is what he thought anyway.