mesbooks Chapter 614: Japanese Barbecue and Dry Rice
Chapter 614: Japanese Barbecue and Dry Rice
Four Spitfire Shermans were lined up in a row, slightly adjusting their direction.
Following the order from Platoon Leader Zhou, four ferocious and fiery fire dragons suddenly roared out from the jet tubes, with terrifying whistling sounds, and instantly engulfed a large area in front.
The high-temperature napalm adhered to everything and burned fiercely, including bushes, woods, ruined fortifications... and everything hidden inside.
Extremely shrill, inhuman screams immediately erupted from the flames.
Several human-shaped fireballs with blazing flames on their bodies struggled to jump out of the cleverly camouflaged trenches or single-person shelters, wailing in despair and rolling and flailing frantically, but they were unable to extinguish the burning devil's fire that clung to their bodies.
"Open fire." Chen Nong roared.
The surviving Nanyang infantrymen on the battlefield immediately opened fire, and dense bullets were accurately shot at the "fire men" struggling in the sea of fire. It was more of a relief than a supplementary shot.
The air was filled with the horrible, burnt smell of flesh, which was nauseating.
The desperate and painful wails of the Japanese before their death rose and fell amid the crackling of the flames, like purgatory on earth.
Platoon Leader Zhou's cold voice came through the walkie-talkie again, with a hint of ridicule:
"The grilling is done, and the ground is clear. Captain Chen, it's your turn to go up and check if the grilling is done."
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In the evening, the soldiers of the 4th Regiment of the 2nd Division of the Nanyang Army began to take advantage of the relatively safe interval, choose suitable locations to dig trenches, and build simple camps for rest.
After checking the security arrangements of each platoon, Company Commander Chen Nong had just returned to a relatively sheltered depression where the company headquarters was located when he saw several tall White Eagle soldiers, led by a second lieutenant, looking towards them hesitantly.
The leading Lieutenant White Eagle had a friendly and even shy smile on his face, holding an unopened pack of Camel cigarettes in his hand and making gestures.
"What's this White Eagle guy going to do?" Chen Nong muttered, subconsciously touching his empty cigarette box. He looked around cautiously, confirming that there was nothing unusual, and then gestured for the other party to come over.
Second Lieutenant Bai Ying walked forward, said "Hello" in stiff Chinese, and then enthusiastically stuffed the whole pack of cigarettes into Chen Nong's hand.
Chen Nong was stunned for a moment, took the cigarette, squeezed it habitually to make sure it was full, then naturally took out a cigarette and clamped it between his ears - this was the habit of the veteran, the cigarette had to be saved for slow smoking or to refresh himself at critical moments.
He turned to the signalman beside him who was chewing on compressed biscuits with his injured arm in a sling, "Kid, can't you speak a few words in English? Ask these White Eagle guys what they want to do?"
The signalman swallowed the dry food in his mouth with difficulty, straightened his chest, tried to show his talent for language, and stammered a three-piece hello to Lieutenant White Eagle.
The two sides talked at cross purposes for a while, but finally realized that using hands was faster.
Lieutenant White Eagle sniffed hard and pointed to a large iron pot not far away that was emitting wisps of steam and a rich aroma. An expression of extreme desire appeared on his face, and he rubbed his stomach exaggeratedly.
The signalman gestured with his hands to imitate the action of eating. Seeing the other party smile, he pointed at the pot and said to Chen Nong:
"Captain, I think he's saying that our battlefield stew is so delicious that these guys are craving it and want to try it!"
Chen Nong was amused when he heard this and scolded with a smile:
"Fuck! These White Eagle guys have really sharp noses. They can smell it from such a long distance? This is the exclusive secret recipe of Lao Zhou's tank platoon. I have to rely on his mood to get a free meal."
He looked at the soldiers in front of him, their eyes fixed on the pot, their Adam's apples rolling, then looked at the pack of good cigarettes they had just handed him, waved his hand, and said generously:
"Okay! I'm a guest from afar, even if I don't consider myself an outsider..."
Invite them to come and eat together. We Chinese, even if we don’t have anything else, we still have the stomach to prepare a meal!”
The signalman quickly said in broken Ansa language with gestures: "Come! Eat! Wele!" (Come! Eat! Welcome!)
Lieutenant Baiying and the soldiers behind him immediately smiled happily, kept saying thank you, and gathered around excitedly like children who had received candy.
Soon, the small camp became lively.
More White Eagle soldiers were attracted by the laughter and increasingly strong fragrance here, and tentatively approached. After receiving friendly gestures from the Nanyang soldiers, they also joined in.
Language barriers are not a problem at all, smiles and gestures are the best common language.
The bonfire crackled, illuminating the young faces.
In the huge marching pot in the middle, thick soup was bubbling, stewing diced luncheon meat, salty and fresh pickled meat, dried wild vegetables and mushrooms, as well as various canned vegetables that could be found. Mixed together, it exuded a complex aroma that was mouth-watering.
Tank Platoon Leader Zhou, who was in charge of cooking, saw that the food was almost cooked, so he ordered his men to bring a bag of rice, carefully pour it into the pot, and stir it evenly with a large iron spoon.
Then, under the curious gazes of everyone, he mysteriously took out a small bag tightly wrapped in oil paper from his arms, as if he was holding some treasure.
He opened it carefully, and inside was a dark brown powder with a strange spicy aroma.
Platoon Leader Zhou picked up a small handful with his fingers and sprinkled it evenly into the boiling pot with great care.
When the powder meets heat, a more overbearing and layered fragrance instantly bursts out, like the finishing touch, completely activating the soul of the whole pot of stew!
"Wow, wow!" The White Eagle lieutenant shouted exaggeratedly, his eyes wide open, pointing at the bag of powder, with an expression of disbelief and a hint of doubt on his face.
"What's that? Magic powder? You put... X-rays in the food?"
He was obviously shocked by the sudden strong aroma, and even had some bad associations, thinking that Platoon Leader Zhou had added something strange.
"Nonono!" Platoon Leader Zhou understood roughly what he had said, and quickly shook his finger, proudly explaining loudly: "It's cloud-noodle shell. I added cloud-noodle shell!"
It turned out that Platoon Leader Zhou had a wife from Yunnan Province.
This so-called "Yunmian Da Ke" is actually a compound spice powder made by every household in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces. It is made by frying and grinding a variety of spices such as pepper, chili, cardamom, star anise, sand ginger, sesame, etc. It is the soul of making local specialty rice noodles, rice noodles, dipping sauces and other delicacies.
After tasting it once, Zhang Chi simply named it "Cloud-faced Big Shell" in later generations and ordered an attempt at unified industrial production.
As for the compound spices made by the people themselves, since the recipes and proportions of each household are slightly different, the tastes are also strange and unique.
The one personally prepared by Platoon Leader Zhou's wife was highly recognized by the brothers and was regarded as a "secret weapon" for marching, fighting and improving food.
After some explanation with gestures and guesses, the White Eagle soldiers finally figured out that the magical powder was just a spice. They were relieved, but their curiosity grew even stronger. They all looked forward to the meal.
Soon, a big pot of steaming and fragrant battlefield deluxe stew rice was ready.
White Eagle Flat Lunch Box
The soldiers on both sides didn't care about the heat. They took out their aluminum lunch boxes and cans and quickly started sharing the food, taking a spoonful each.
Hans pork kidney lunch box