When we came to the cooking class, we had corn flour steamed buns and sweet potato porridge. The steamed buns looked a little dark, so there probably wasn't any white flour added.
Each soldier has three steamed buns and a bowl of sweet potato porridge. If there are too many, there will be nothing. Now is not a war. When fighting the Japanese, there will be no restrictions on the food intake of the soldiers. There is no need to fight the Japanese now, so the soldiers naturally cannot
Eat too much. The Independent Group is a big business, but no matter how big the business is, it cannot support so much material consumption.
Liu Gen also took three steamed buns and dipped them in a little chili pepper. Without the chili pepper, he might not be able to swallow the steamed buns. Different from the steamed buns that Liu Gen had eaten before, the steamed buns in his hands now were very hard and black.
If it wasn't for the smell, he might have suspected that the cooking class was trying to murder him. He picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. Liu Gen frowned and felt a little stiff.
After picking up the sweet potato porridge and taking a sip, Liu Gen swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth. This was much different from the steamed buns he had eaten before.
Taking another careful look at the cornmeal in his hand, Liu Gen understood that unlike the fine flour of later generations, the cornmeal ground by stone mills today is not that fine, and it is not just cornmeal, there should be added to it.
Some other things. Liu Gen looked at the other soldiers and could see that the soldiers were eating very calmly. They should have been used to eating such steamed buns for a long time.
Some soldiers were even a little unsatisfied. Three steamed buns were not enough for soldiers with big appetites. However, the breakfast prepared by the cooking team was limited, so there was not much that could be done if the soldiers were not full.
Liu Gen started eating again. He took a bite of the steamed buns and drank some sweet potato porridge. The steamed buns tasted a little stuck in his throat and made Liu Gen feel uncomfortable. He had no choice but to endure it. Ten minutes later,
Liu Gen put the last bit of the steamed bun into his mouth and started chewing it. At the beginning, he felt something was wrong. Resisting the discomfort caused by the steamed bun, Liu Gen spit out the wrong part, which was a pebble.
After drinking the sweet potato porridge, Liu Gen felt much better. Thinking that he would eat this in the future, his face looked a little ugly. Damn it, this kind of life is a little too hard.
Liu Gen's eyes lit up when he thought that he had put away the two big oceans when he was searching for bullets. Maybe he could use the two big oceans to improve his life. Walking out of the cooking class happily, Liu Gen ran back to his
In the room, he found two big oceans that he had casually placed under his pillow. He put the big oceans into his arms and went to see if there was anything to eat in the village.
After looking around the village, Liu Gen cried. There was no place to sell anything in the village. As for buying from the villagers, they didn't dare to ask for the ocean in their hands. Returning to the regiment headquarters, Liu Gen felt helpless.
, it is really uncomfortable to have money but not be able to spend it. After sitting in the room for a while and drinking a glass of boiled water, Liu Gen picked up the list he copied down last night and walked towards the regiment headquarters.
Artillery training must be put on the schedule as early as possible. No one knows whether the new regiment will fight in the future. Once a battle occurs, it is still very important to have artillery with sufficient combat effectiveness.
After being informed by soldiers, Liu Gen met Li Yunlong. Yesterday, because of the presence of the battalion commander Zhang Dabiao, Liu Gen was not blocked. Otherwise, if Liu Gen wanted to see Li Yunlong, he would still need to be informed by soldiers. Now he is an artilleryman.
It's a little special, but not so special as to ignore the rules of superiors and subordinates.
"Genzi, you're here, come and have a drink with me." As soon as he walked into the room, Li Yunlong called Liu Gen to start drinking.
Liu Gen looked at Li Yunlong and could see that Li Yunlong's face was not very optimistic. He was probably depressed because he was about to be transferred to the rear. This made him sigh in his heart. Liu Gen sat down and had a drink with Li Yunlong.
Finally, he took out the selected list. These were all candidates suitable to become artillerymen. Since Li Yunlong only gave himself thirty places, the thirty people Liu Gen selected were all relatively close friends among the registered soldiers.
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"Captain, take a look, these are the list of soldiers I have selected. If you agree, I will start training tomorrow to make them qualified artillerymen as soon as possible." Liu Gen said solemnly.
Li Yunlong took a look at the list handed over by Liu Gen. He was the leader of the New Regiment and had an impression of every soldier in the New Regiment. This made him know that Liu Gen had carefully selected. Looking at Liu Gen, Li Yunlong
He could see the seriousness on Liu Gen's face, which made him pick up the list he had put down again and read it seriously again.
Liu Gen waited quietly. He was not very interested in drinking. Besides, as an artilleryman, drinking too much wine was not good. When he had time to drink, Liu Gen was more willing to do something. He was still young and had a lot to learn.
Improvement. In order to avoid dying on the battlefield in the next battle, Liu Gen made many training plans for himself.
"This list is not bad. Is thirty places enough?" Li Yunlong asked, putting down the list in his hand.
Liu Gen shook his head, "It's definitely not enough. The Japanese have equipped each Type 92 infantry cannon with an artillery squad of 15 people. Calculated in this way, we have three infantry cannons, which means we need 45 people, not to mention forcing
Shoot the cannon."
"Thirty people can only form a five-man artillery squad for each infantry gun, and can barely exert the power of the Type 92 infantry gun."
"Is that so? Or do you artillerymen know more? I want to know if the five-person artillery squad has a big impact on the performance of the Type 92 infantry gun? On the battlefield, if you misfire, I might shoot you.
." Li Yunlong looked at Liu Gen with a serious expression. He did not want our artillery support to be delayed on the battlefield.
In the battle between the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese, the artillery fire was already at a disadvantage. If misfire occurred again, it would be fine if nothing happened, but if something happened, it would cause considerable losses to the frontline soldiers.
"The five-man squad will definitely have an impact. This is the minimum configuration. Soldiers loading infantry cannons and other tasks will consume a lot of physical strength. If we want to ensure that our infantry cannons have sustained combat effectiveness, it is very useful to configure more soldiers.
It's necessary. I don't dare to make any guarantees to you as a five-man artillery squad!" Liu Gen said helplessly.
Li Yunlong's eyes widened, "Damn it, you kid is dishonest. During the battle with the Bantian Alliance, you and Zhang Dabiao and the others grabbed six of the Japanese infantry cannons. I heard Zhang Dabiao say,
You two guys controlled six infantry cannons, and now you're telling me that you can't do it?"
"Captain, that's a special situation, it's different." Liu Gen said with a wry smile.
There is a big difference between that kind of artillery bombardment and real artillery bombardment. Moreover, such a battle also places great demands on the artillerymen's physical fitness. Only Liu Gen's good physical fitness can sustain it.
"Damn it, I don't care! You can do it! Your artillery should be able to do it too! You also know that our new regiment is very tight. I can only give you twenty more places, fifty people at most!"
Successfully organize the artillery company of our new regiment. If you succeed, you will be the commander of the artillery company! If you fail, I will not only not give you any reward, but I will also shoot you!" Li Yunlong said loudly.
Seeing Li Yunlong start to be unreasonable again, Liu Gen felt a little headache, "Commander, this is okay, but our artillery company is only responsible for three Type 92 infantry guns. As for the mortars, Commander, you will assign them to each battalion."