It's still very cold in Shandong in January. And today, it happens to be the 15th day of the lunar calendar, and the moon is very round.
On cold days, everyone always hopes to have a good sleep in a warm bed as soon as possible. Of course, this includes the soldiers on duty.
January 5, 1939, night, 11 o'clock.
Several figures advanced in the darkness. They climbed into the earthen wall, which was not very high, and landed steadily.
"Be careful and remember to look for the Japs' cooking team," a voice said softly.
"understand."
"Okay, take action."
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An hour later, several figures began to retreat.
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"How is it?" Gan Xinda asked when he saw Liu San coming back.
"It's done." Liu San said with a smile, "Just wait for the devil to eat it."
"That's good!" Gan Xinda clapped his hands. This time, the Japanese would feel very distressed. As long as these Japanese divisions are eliminated, then they can develop steadily as independent divisions, and the Japanese will not dare to take it easy.
Come and comb the tiger's hair.
"I can finally breathe a sigh of relief." Liu Sandao said, "It's been a long time since the cholera outbreak."
"You guys are great heroes!"
"No, the person who came up with this method is the one who deserves the greatest credit." Liu San shook his head.
"Isn't it Master's idea?"
"No, I heard it's a girl." Liu Sandao said, "Besides, these crotons are provided by others. How can normal people get so many crotons if they have nothing to do."
"Hiss, is it so scary?"
"Well, it feels like it." Liu San nodded. He didn't dare to get too close to a girl who could come up with such a method.
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January 6, 1939, 6 o'clock.
The Japanese cooking soldiers got up and started cooking. Just cut the dough you kneaded the night before and put it in the pot to steam.
Half an hour later, "Little tiger, are the steamed buns ready?" A Japanese soldier held a bowl and had already arrived at the eating place.
"It will be ready soon." Xiaoshan nodded, "Did the division commander wake up so early?"
"Not yet. I'll finish eating first and take it back to the division commander." The soldier said, "Otherwise, if everyone gets up soon, there will be too many people."
"Too."
"Naoro, let's have some porridge first. Today's porridge is millet, which is very good for the stomach." Another Japanese cook smiled and said.
"Hi! Arigado!" Naoro is one of the division commander's guards. He usually helps the division commander pack delicious food to take back.
A big spoon full of porridge, fragrant and steaming.
"I'm starting!" Naoro said, then started to drink the porridge, and then said, "Wow, the porridge this time is really fragrant! It's very delicious!"
"nice! You love it."
"Hi!" Naoro then started eating seriously again.
About half an hour later, soldiers began to come over to eat. It was too cold, and it was very inhumane for the soldiers to eat only cold rice balls. Therefore, generally speaking, the breakfast of the Japanese army was hot food.
"Wow, today's porridge tastes good." A Japanese soldier took a sip of porridge and said.
"Today's steamed buns are also good. They have a, um, tofu flavor."
"Really? I'll try too."
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Zhiro, who was the first to finish breakfast, after finishing his own portion, made porridge, steamed buns and eggs for the division commander, and then returned to the camp.
At this time, their division leader Kazaki Ichiro had also woken up.
"Did you bring breakfast?"
"Hi, Your Excellency, Division Commander."
"Yoshi, let it go first."
"Hi."
After a while, after washing up, Ichiro Kazaki began to open his lunch box and prepare to have breakfast.
"Yoshi, today's breakfast was good."
"Hi, Your Excellency, Division Commander, today's breakfast tastes very delicious."
"Really? Then I'm going to give it a try. Let's start!" Then, Kazaki Ichiro also said and started eating.
At this time, Naoro already felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, and then walked out of the tent to go to the toilet.
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"Wow! I feel relieved!" Zhiro fastened his belt and walked out. "Not good!" His face changed and he walked into the toilet again.
Toilets during the war were usually just a few long pits dug in the ground and then covered with cloth.
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"Hey, I feel like my stomach is not feeling well?" a Japanese soldier said, "I want to go to the toilet, please check the post for me!"
"Hi!" Another soldier nodded helplessly, looked at him running crazily, smiled, and made a malicious guess, "Don't pull up your pants!"
"Hey!" The person next to him smiled, "It's not good for you to be like this!"
"Don't worry, it's just a joke." As soon as he said this, the Japanese soldier's expression changed, and his intestines wriggled violently, "Yeah! I want to go to the toilet too!" Then,
Run in the other direction.
"Hahaha!" The other soldiers around laughed.
Then, another Japanese soldier started holding his stomach, feeling something bad. Then he ran away.
"Haha, Mr. Shiratori also needs to go to the toilet, right? What's wrong? Is it contagious? I'm laughing so hard." The other soldiers laughed.
But gradually, the laughing soldiers could no longer laugh, because they also felt the peristalsis of the intestines and the occasional urge to defecate.
At this point, I also understand that it seems that I ate the wrong thing?
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outside the toilet
"Are the people inside okay? Come out quickly!"
"no!"
"Baga! Come out quickly! You're going to shit your pants!"
"I'm already shitting my pants!"
"Ya Lu!"
In desperation, this person had no choice but to take off his pants in front of everyone, walk aside, and quickly solve the problem.
"Baga!" A major sergeant was furious, holding his stomach and buttocks between his hands, "Come out quickly!"
"Get out of my way!" At this time, Kazaki Ichiro also came over holding his stomach. Seeing the scene in front of him, he still didn't understand that they had eaten the wrong thing!
"Your Excellency, Division Commander!"
"Yaruka! Come on, whoever comes out first!" Kazaki Ichiro said loudly. There are a total of 10 squatting places in the toilet, but at this time, they are all full.
"Hi!" A weak voice came. Immediately, a man walked out of the toilet. His pants were not tied with a belt, but he was just holding on with his hands. His face was pale and looked like he was sick. "Your Excellency, division commander, please go in."
."
"Naoro?" Kazaki Ichiro wanted to say something more when he saw Naoro's look, but the reaction in his stomach gave him no time to say anything else, and he quickly walked into the toilet.
"Hi!" Naoro suddenly felt that he had to go to the toilet again. Seeing that there were many people around him, he squatted down. In desperation, he just 'do as the Romans do' and solved the problem on the spot. But his feet were really numb from squatting.
!
Just when I was about to squat down, I felt that I had no strength, and then I fell to the ground.
"Yalu! Send him to a doctor quickly!" a major shouted, then looked around, everyone was trying to solve the problem, but he was helpless. "I must beat the people in the cooking class several times!"
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"Why is it so smelly all of a sudden? Who is pooping randomly?" A cook wondered, "This is so smelly that I can't even eat."
