At the headquarters, Li Daniu, the leader of the cooking squad, was preparing rice for Yu Yang, and at the same time he kept complaining: "Company commander, if you don't throw away those two bags of white flour, I can still make some pancakes for the brothers at noon today."
Once you eat it, it’s going to be a big battle, brothers, you can’t have no fat and water in your stomach!”
The cooking squad is a very magical existence. In any army, the leader of the cooking squad is usually one of the most important officers of an army. These people control the food of an army. If you are in a bad mood, the food will be salty.
If it's too strong or too weak, it can affect the combat effectiveness of the entire unit, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Yu Yang picked up a steamed bun with mixed noodles and took a bite. He rolled his eyes at Li Daniu who was chattering away: "If you want those two bags of white noodles, your life will be gone. There won't be a single person alive in the Sixth Company. If you want to die, don't hold me back!"
"But, those are two bags of white flour..."
Yu Yang didn't say anything, and silently ate mixed-noodle steamed buns with pickles. White noodles, this Li Daniu may not know. In China, a few decades later, people will no longer eat white-flour steamed buns, and start to eat whole grains. He is more concerned about his fate.
Important things will be regarded as unhealthy and nutritious in later generations.
"Okay, brothers are still hungry, so don't nag me here. When the battle is over, I will find a way to get you some bags of white flour!"
"Company Commander, this is what you said! Company Commander, you can't go back on your word. I will go and tell the brothers later that after this battle is over, the cooking class will make pancakes for them to eat. If you don't have any noodles by then, I will
Just say you didn’t give me face!”
"Tell me, tell me, tell your brothers that there are still fried pancakes with meat, called wife pancakes. After this battle, please treat brothers to wife pancakes!"
Li Daniu walked out of the headquarters with a grin on his face and began to distribute lunch to the soldiers on the battlefield. It was very simple, two steamed buns with mixed noodles and a bowl of soup per person.
The Kuomintang also has individual soldier rations, and the Sixty-sixth Regiment also has some canned food, and each soldier of the Seventh Company also carries a canned food, but that food is for emergencies during the war. When there is no war, the cooking team still relies on the cooking team to prepare the main meals.
Some hot food.
Wang Hao watched Li Daniu walk out of the headquarters, put down his chopsticks and said slowly: "I feel so blocked in my heart!"
Old Zhao also nodded empathetically, and Yu Yang took a bite of the steamed bun and waved his hand: "Eat, don't panic, just beat up a few more little devils when you're full!" After saying that, Yu Yang's eyes were filled with tears.
moist.
Yu Yang could do what Yu Yang promised Li Daniu. If the watch Yu Yang carried was pawned, he could exchange it for some ocean. But Yu Yang bought white noodles and meat, but how many people can eat it?
As for Wife Cake, after this battle, Yu Yang doesn’t know how many people in the Seventh Company will survive.
The lunch was eaten very quickly, and everyone felt heavy in their hearts. Yu Yang walked out of the headquarters to inspect the frontline positions. The headquarters was only ten steps away from the frontline positions.
The soldiers under his command were having lunch. They had no pickles, but they were very happy eating steamed buns. Soldiers from all over the country gathered together and chatted while eating. They had various accents. Yu Yang glanced at the faces of these soldiers, trying to tell them
They are all remembered in their minds.
The Japanese arrived very quickly. The first ones dispatched were Japanese fighter jets and bombers. However, this time the Kuomintang also had fighter jets arriving in the sky above Luodian. Although there were not many, only seven or eight, they still faced more than thirty people.
A Japanese plane flew over.
Most of the Japanese were bombers, and there were not many escort fighters. More fighter planes were thrown into the air battle over downtown Shanghai. The sudden appearance of seven Kuomintang fighter jets caught the Japanese by surprise.
Five escort fighters hurriedly flew out from the bomber formation, preparing to fight with the Kuomintang aircraft. As soon as they met, a Japanese bomber was caught on fire, smoking and falling into the distance.
"Well done! John, let's see if that little Japanese pilot parachutes. If he does, just shoot him!"
In fact, there is a tacit rule in air combat, that is, no parachuting pilots are allowed, but this unspoken rule was first broken by Japan.
Not only in the Chinese battlefield, but also in the Pacific battlefield as an example, American pilots have never been parachuting pilots. However, when the Japanese saw American pilots parachuting, they pounced on them like mad dogs. Finally, MacArthur mentioned in a very subtle way that if they saw Japanese pilots,
Skydiving is a free choice and I won’t blame them.
John nodded, held his AM, and looked at the falling bomber. About five seconds later, a white flower bloomed in the sky. John slightly adjusted the angle and pulled the trigger. The shot missed.
, shook his head, and aimed again, this time directly killing the Japanese pilot in mid-air.
The air battle continued, and the Kuomintang fighter jets began to exchange fire with the Japanese fighter jets. The two sides continued to fight and chase each other in the air. Half a minute later, a Japanese fighter jet was blown up in mid-air, and a burst of cheers came from the ground.
"Come on, kill the little devil!"
"Knock down all the little devils!"
"..."
But soon, a Kuomintang biplane was bitten on the butt by a Japanese fighter jet, and fell from the sky to the ground with thick black smoke. Yu Yang did not recognize the specific model. The sources of the Kuomintang's aircraft were varied, and the Soviets sold them
They are sold by the Germans, the Americans, and even some by the French. Like the rifles, they are also IWC brand.
"Skydive, skydive, skydive!" Yu Yang shouted loudly as he watched the fighter jets continue to fall toward the ground.
During the Anti-Japanese War, the pilots in the Chinese army all had a problem, that is, they would rather crash a plane than parachute. They knew how difficult it was to have a plane in the country, and regarded these planes as more important than life, but they forgot to cultivate
The cost of a pilot is also very high, and pilots are all educated intellectuals.
Maybe the pilot heard Yu Yang's cry, and a white umbrella flower bloomed in the sky. Yu Yang breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, this guy was not a fool.
But in mid-air, after getting rid of the Kuomintang plane, a Japanese fighter jet saw the umbrella flowers in the sky, immediately lowered its height, and began to dive towards the parachuting pilot's position.
"Damn it, little Japan wants to hit the pilot, Lao Zhao, give him a shot!"
The air battle took place about four to five hundred meters above the heads of Yu Yang and the others, within the range of the Czech machine gun, but whether they could hit the enemy or not depended on luck and the skill of the machine gunner.
"I'll give it a try, but don't hold out too much hope!" After Lao Zhao finished speaking, he pulled the bolt of the gun and began to observe the flight path of the Japanese aircraft and prepare to shoot.
