Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 522

Chapter 522 Good Mood (Chapter 520, of course you have to be in a good mood, please vote for me!)

This evening is undoubtedly joyful for the officers and soldiers of the newly established independent battalion.

Whether it is the selection and assessment of the third company, or the "fun competition" between several large company commanders, special operations teams and top officers, they all show a theme.

Our independent battalion is the elite!

In war, what is needed most is not equipment or food, but strong comrades-in-arms.

Only strong enough comrades can help you survive.

And here are the strongest soldiers.

Hundreds of soldiers from the security regiment that had just been merged into the independent battalion had smiles on their faces for the first time since the Songjiang War.

This is what Tang Dao wants to do.

He is not worried about the Sixing Battalion or the Guard Battalion. Naturally, he is most worried about the soldiers of the security regiment who have been declining in number.

Every day you see fewer familiar faces, which is an extremely painful psychological torture for soldiers who have fought a hundred battles, not to mention these security guards who were just dawdling around to get military pay half a month ago!

Normally, Tang Dao would even be willing to recruit new soldiers from the countryside for training, and would not easily choose these almost-formed security regiment soldiers. But now it is wartime, he has no choice, and the security regiment soldiers also No choice.

There are more than 1,100 people in the independent battalion, and the security regiment soldiers account for 500 people. If we add the two to three hundred people who previously joined the security battalion, there are even nearly 800 people. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the cornerstone.

Now that they finally saw the long-lost relief on their faces, Tang Dao felt a huge weight drop in his heart.

Tang Dao did not break his promise. At night, he not only set up a bonfire himself, roasted the cleaned sparrows and served them to his Eighth Company Commander, but also gave extra meals to the whole army again.

One can of beef, two white flour steamed buns and a bowl of horse meat soup per person, enough to make everyone's mouth full of oil.

At this time, there was no distinction between northerners and southerners. The northern soldiers who loved pasta certainly wolfed down the food, while the southern soldiers who loved rice also ate with bulging cheeks.

Because, everyone knows very well that the Japanese are now waning, but no one knows when they will launch a large-scale attack. This may be the last good meal of the war.

Not everyone can be as generous as Camp Commander Tang, who provides two cans of beef in one day. That treatment is even better than that of the Japanese.

This is not really because the officers and soldiers of the Independent Battalion have a smaller structure. In fact, the Japanese army, whose logistics supply is much stronger than that of the Chinese army, has never been as luxurious as Tang Dao.

In 1931, the Japanese Army revised the "Wartime Provision Rules". According to this rule, the wartime food ration for soldiers is: 640 grams of main rice, 200 grams of refined wheat, and the substitute is 855 grams of polished rice, or 1020 grams of bread, or 675g biscuits;

Meat: 150 grams of canned meat, substitute 200 grams of bone-in fresh meat or bacon, or 150 grams of boneless bacon, bone-in dry meat, or 150 grams of eggs, or 120 grams of bone-free dry meat;

Vegetables: 110 grams of dried vegetables, or 500 grams of fresh vegetables;

Types of pickles: 40 grams of plum pickles or 40 grams of Fukushin pickles, and the substitute is 60 grams of bran pickles or salted pickles;

Seasonings: 20 grams of concentrated soy sauce, 12 grams of salt, 40 grams of miso powder, 15 grams of sugar. The substitute is 0.1 liter of soy sauce or 75 grams of miso;

Beverages: 3 grams of tea;

Additional supplies: 0.4 liters of sake or 0.1 liters of soju per person per day, 120 grams of sweets, and 20 paper cigarettes.

Just looking at these dazzling food supplies is certainly impressive, but in fact, during the war, the Japanese army required individual soldiers to carry six days of rations. If they brought all these things, they would be too exhausted to carry them. Rice is a necessity , high-energy foods such as meat can only be cut down. The average Japanese infantry can eat one can of canned meat a week, which is a very good treatment.

Most of the time, the Japanese soldiers just ate a few cold rice dumplings to keep themselves full.

Maybe it's because Commander Tang's barbecue skills are really good. Not to mention several company commanders who were still enjoying the meal. Even Tantai Mingyue, who rarely eats meat, couldn't help but eat one with her index finger, plus the two deputy battalion commanders. Together with a chief of staff and Gu Xishui, who was specially called by Tang Dao, 15 sparrows were divided among 14 people, one for each person, and there was an extra one.

In front of the temptation of delicious food, the officer was not able to do anything. Although Lei Xiong wanted to stretch out his hand and take the roasted golden sparrow dripping with oil for himself, he did not expect that several pairs of eyes were staring at it with malicious intent. .

The meaning is clearly that sir, you just need to stretch out your hand first, so don't blame me for being rude. The one who is near the water and the tower will get the moon first, let's see who can stretch his hand faster.

Lei Xiong stared. He originally wanted to crush these cowardly company commanders with his superior momentum, but unexpectedly, the momentum of the several company commanders headed by Cheng Tieshou was not weak at all.

First of all, the host and guest of Commander Tang's barbecue are our eight company commanders. Although you, Deputy Battalion Commander Lei, are the commander, at best you are accompanying the guests, at worst you are just a freeloader. There are no freeloaders in this world. Why is it so 'horrible'? Secondly, in a war, you are the commander, and we must listen to you. But this is a dinner table, and the battle is about who is closer and who is faster, and the commander cannot use it.

Chinese people generally pay attention to arrangement when sitting at a table, and everyone is particular about where they sit.

The dining table is made of cannon shell boxes and is long in shape. Lei Xiong, as the second commander of the independent battalion, naturally sits opposite Tang Dao. Guo Shouzhi and Zhuang Shisan sit under him, and the other sits under Tang Dao. With the sword on his head, the eight company commanders were naturally on one side of the four infantry company commanders and on the other side of the other four company commanders. Their positions were clearly arranged.

Lieutenant Colonel Lei Da's position is quite good, but compared to the roasted sparrow placed in the center of the table, he can only be "out of reach" compared to the company commanders who are "worthy commanders".

It is estimated that as soon as they stretched out their hands, Cheng Tieshou, the nearest man, took the sparrow and stuffed it into his mouth.

The reason why the sparrow is still emitting fragrance in the center of the table is probably because no one has reached out first.

'You bitch, you don't even respect your superiors by having a barbecue, I'll let you fight in the den! ' Lei Xiong saw that the officer's momentum was of no use to the ball, so he stopped stretching his hands and concentrated on dealing with his own horse broth.

He clearly saw that the shameless Li Jiujin across from the greedy Cheng Tieshou was already eager to give it a try. When their hands were held above the roasted sparrow, I would do another 'fisherman's profit'.

Lei Xiong, who is familiar with the personalities of these two subordinates, has actually imagined all the scenarios.

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while, so quiet that it was a little strange.

This made Tang Dao, who walked out of the headquarters in person and ordered the battalion cooking class to return two plates of boiled horse meat, a little stunned. What happened to these guys? Wasn't it delicious just now?

"Woo! Woof woof!" Seeing Tang Dao come in, Hammer, who had just finished eating the horse meat on his plate, screamed excitedly twice. He stared at the only sparrow on the table, full of longing.

“Haha, it turns out you want to eat barbecue too! You should have told me earlier!” Tang Dao laughed, picked up the roasted sparrow and threw it to Hammer who was wagging his tail in excitement.

He stretched out his mouth to catch it, and the hammer accurately bit the roasted sparrow in his mouth. He didn't even stay in the headquarters anymore, turned around and ran away.

It's not a good place to stay for a long time. Never behave when you get an advantage!

　　dog, but I can feel the silent murderous intent of a group of old men.

　　'Fuck! Why does Hammer look more and more like Li Jiujin! ' Lei Xiong exclaimed as he looked at Hammer running away with lightning speed.

“Sir Lei, the hammer is Chief Tang's dog!” Li Jijin felt aggrieved.

"Yes! Look at Hammer's extremely coquettish back! He really has the grace of a commander!" Cheng Tieshou, who swallowed his mouth full of saliva in pain, agreed.

Tang Dao, me and the hammer, who did we offend?

“Pfft!” Tantai Mingyue couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

Is this the complaint of a bunch of men who were robbed of their delicious food by a dog?

must be!

The meal at the Independence Camp was delicious and I was in a great mood.

But at the 18th Division headquarters less than five kilometers away, Ushijima Sadao was not in such a good mood.

PS: On the first day of December, everyone should hurry up and sign up for a guaranteed monthly ticket! Fengyue please!

(End of this chapter)

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