The sun sets, and after the third attack, the Japanese failed to launch the fourth attack. Perhaps because of the heavy casualties, they had to stop attacking.

A fat man didn't know that the Japanese master had fainted. At this time, their command system was in chaos. If the Japanese doctor hadn't been strong enough, the Eighth Route Army would have noticed this situation soon.

Ma Zongcai felt that the weather might cool down sharply recently, so he notified the logistics staff to bring all the quilts up, and everyone put on the cotton coat and gloves. For a moment, the warmth on his body gradually dissipated the pain of some wounds.

The little fat man leaned against the trenches, looking at the sky with a rare pleasure, looking at the reporters running around, and couldn't help but mutter to the eagle:

"I don't know if they can help us get some supplies this time. After fighting this war, the army's wealth is not left. I hope these people can get a portion of the donations from overseas Chinese to us."

"Don't worry, boss, I've seen what I've said to them for the past few days, and tears keep flowing down. It seems that I can get something this time."

The eagle lit three cigarettes, one of which was stuffed into the mouth of a soldier with an injured thigh next to him, and the other cigarette was handed to the fat man.

Mr. Ma just wanted to take over the third home purchase, but found that the eagle threw a cigarette that was not lit for him.

"These reporters have helped us a lot recently. I heard that each of them has done a very good job when transporting the wounded. Recently, their meals should have been slightly improved."

Mr. Ma took off his steel helmet, put a large piece of cotton inside, and put it on again. His head was worn out by the steel helmet. If he didn't put some cotton on it, his head would probably be worn out.

"Didn't the logistics people ask them to arrange some canned meat and salted fish for them before? Why? Have you lowered the food for them again?"

Originally, Li Feng had the conditions to increase food for these reporters, but now it is an extraordinary period, so everything can be simple.

However, when the Japanese were robbed of the Japanese transit station, there were still some canned meat. I wanted to treat these reporters well and they could say some good things to the Eighth Route Army, so the fat man no longer thought about saving. Who knew that there was a food shortage now.

"It's not like that. These reporters recently gathered some orphans, and then replaced some food with very rough rice and flour, saving more than a dozen orphans!

Moreover, they didn't eat much of the things they brought. Some of our seriously injured people still had candy in their mouths before they died. They were all put by these reporters in their mouths."

The sugar in this era is not comparable to that in later generations. After all, the Eighth Route Army lacks supplies. Even with candy, ordinary soldiers may not be able to eat a few. Most of them are sent to hospitals and other logistics agencies and handed over to the female soldiers who are busy all day long.

"This is my boss who is dereliction of duty. When I look back, I will definitely get some rock candy for the soldiers to taste. Why can't my brothers and the Japanese fight to the death and even a candy candy be lost in the end?"

When Li Feng thought of this, he was very angry. Some people in Chongqing lived very comfortable in the office all day long, and they didn’t even eat candy. The reason was that they needed to eat some better foods when they were tired of eating candy.

And the things seized by his brothers and the Japanese after fighting hard have to think about other companions. How could the treatment between people be so different?

"Boss, let's not think about eating candy for the time being. I heard that the farm is squeezing milk recently, so let the soldiers drink some milk, so that the thing is more realistic."

The milk that Hou Yao produced was so muttony that the fat man pinched his nose and drank a bowl. If he hadn't been based on the principle of not wasting it, he would have spit it out in one mouthful.

Pure milk is indeed very good, but if the smell of mutton is too strong, the soldiers may not be able to bear it, so the technicians are now trying to find a way to solve it.

"This question is very good. The soldiers have consumed a lot recently. It is also good to drink some milk to supplement it. By the way, I will get some lard and military rations to supplement nutrition!"

Eating is always a rare moment for the soldiers to have fun, especially when they were delivered hot meals at night. All the soldiers' bowls were piled up, with a large piece of braised pork on them, which made them laugh from ear to ear.

Since there are also Japanese sneak attacks that need to be guarded at night, there are many flames directly in front of the position, and a lot of fires are burning inside the position.

Wang Jing saw a soldier holding a bowl of rice, only eating but not eating vegetables, and licking the big braised pork from time to time. When he thought of some of the words Li Feng had said, he couldn't help but take out his camera to take a picture of this scene. He was about to name the scene "Soldier who is eating meat."

"Looking at the Eighth Route Army soldiers eating braised pork, I felt deeply guilty again.

Although my family is not very wealthy, I can see the dish of braised pork frequently, and sometimes I get tired of it.

But when I saw the braised pork in the bowls of these soldiers, I couldn't help but write this passage.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers were very strange. They obviously had a large piece of braised pork in the bowl, but they were unwilling to eat it immediately. Instead, they chose to eat the rice first, lick the braised pork from time to time, and then continue to eat the rice.

I once asked Li Feng why the soldiers were like this? His answer was this:

These people are used to being poor. Originally, we had some seizures in wars, and eating a few braised pork is not difficult, but these people have families, and they want to wrap the braised pork in oil paper and bring it to the children at home for food.

At that time, I seemed to understand why some Eighth Route Army soldiers had handkerchiefs and oil paper on them!

Therefore, these soldiers did not change this habit when fighting. After writing this, I couldn't help but give them a thumbs up in my heart. These soldiers are indeed good.

I will write this for now. I will leave the trenches later. Recently, I have gathered a few orphans and I will go and see them."

Wang Jing closed his laptop. In the past few days, he found that the radio station he brought was almost out of power. If he hadn't brought a small generator with him, he would probably not have been able to pass the manuscript back.

The other reporters were even more miserable. I had never thought there would be so many stories here before, so I was now taking turns to borrow the Eighth Route Army radio station.

Li Feng ate a large piece of braised pork. In the spirit of humanitarianism, he took out the can of meat from his arms, placed it next to the fire to heat it up, and then continued to feast on it.

The soldiers actually had canned meat, but these people didn't know where they had hidden them. They had never seen them eat meat these days.
Chapter completed!