Great Power Army Reclamation

However, men are men, and they all want to do important things and do serious things. How can I go and do the same eating, drinking and having fun as the old ladies?

With that kind of time, it's like patrolling the border. Walking through the once controversial areas, the sheep around them were happily grazing. What else could satisfy these veteran army settlers like this?

Wei Quanyou took his son-in-law and another comrade to check whether there were any new footprints on the grass. Except for them and the border guards, no outsiders will come to this area.

And their footprints and the footprints of the soldiers are all Jiefang shoes, so they can be recognized at a glance. Wei Quanyou taught the two people about observing footprints.

In fact, Ye Wancheng said several times that he wanted to get Wei Quanyou's son-in-law into the company, but Wei Quanyou refused. He feels that there are some things in life that are more important than making money.

There was a sound of horse hooves, and they looked up and smiled. It turned out that Lao Zhao and Heizi were galloping over on horseback.

Now Heizi has become Comrade Zhao's correspondent and is basically inseparable. I followed Lao Zhao on the hundreds of kilometers of border every day.

Compared with other employees in Junken City, linemen's wages are the lowest. Retirees like Lao Zhao and others have no wages at all and receive pensions. Whether they patrol the border or not, the salary is the same.

When compared with other young people like Heizi, the gap is huge. After all, this job has no benefits. It is just that Junken City uses part of the funds as a pure subsidy.

"Old Wei, is there anything unusual?" Old Zhao asked habitually.

Wei Quan stood at attention: "Report to the battalion commander, everything is normal."

Lao Zhao nodded with satisfaction and then dismounted. It was noon and they were ready to eat.

Heizi's horse was carrying a small pot, and the line patrolmen didn't have time to go back to eat at noon, because the route everyone was responsible for was too long, and if they went home to eat, they would definitely not be able to finish it.

Therefore, everyone is accustomed to bringing some dry food and make a fire to take the test, or just eat like that.

Wei Quanyou rarely wastes time on these things. Even in winter, he is used to eating cold steamed buns and eating a handful of snow when he is thirsty. This is something people of their generation often do.

Now his son-in-law has also learned how to do it, but it is spring and there is no snow to eat, so he can only bring a water bottle.

It’s not that Wei Quan deliberately adhered to any good traditions. The main reason was that the temperature was too low in winter. It didn’t take half a day to carry the water bottle, but it turned into a lump of ice and couldn’t be poured out at all. It was better to catch the snow and eat it.

Seeing Heizi skillfully setting up a pot to boil water, Wei Quanyou knew that he was in for a treat. He looked at Old Zhao and said, "Batalion Commander, what's good to eat?"

Old Zhao chuckled: "Those people from the Third Regiment were just wandering around for a long time, so they killed one of the sheep and I captured one of its hind legs."

Lao Zhao proudly opened a snakeskin bag on the horse's back. What kind of leg of lamb is this? Even half of the butt was removed.

Old Zhao smiled and rubbed his hands. How could he not like mutton? It's just that his sheep are all given to the border guard station, and he is reluctant to kill them.

Because if he takes one more bite, those child soldiers will have to take one less bite. How could a veteran fight for rations with a new recruit?

After going to the river and scooping out half a pot of water, Heizi took out his dagger and skillfully peeled the mutton. The dagger was the bayonet on an old mounted rifle and was very sharp.

The guns and bayonets they use now are three-edged and cannot be used as knives.

It looked like Heizi had done a lot of work. The mutton quickly turned into pieces and fell into the pot under his knife. Sprinkle with another handful of large grains of salt. After a while, the aroma of mutton wafted out, making people salivate.

Throw the almost-meatless bones into the pot. The bones make delicious soup. Besides, Heizi's teeth are sharper than those of a wolf, so no shreds of meat will be wasted.

"Jax?" A greeting came over. It turned out that five soldiers from neighboring countries had patrolled here and greeted them.

"Hey, Jax. Cha Yixi." Wei Quanyou responded skillfully in Kazakh.

With the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the border line adjacent to Junken City now belongs to Kazakhstan, so has the language changed from Halasho to Jax?

The relationship between the two countries has always been very friendly, so when military personnel from both sides meet, they greet each other cordially.

Looking at their eager eyes, Wei Quanyou knew that they were greedy. Relatively speaking, the economies of neighboring countries are relatively poor, so their living standards are not high.

Lao Zhao didn't take it seriously and shouted loudly to say hello and have some food together. They are all veterans and can speak a few words in general Kazakh.

As expected, the other party was not polite and stopped without hesitation. The mutton soup was cooked quickly, but the other party didn't bring anyone to drink the soup, so Lao Zhao didn't know what to do.

When Wei Quanyou arrived, he filled his big teapot with mutton soup and handed it over, saying, "Just eat with this."

The five guys were quite friendly, and each took turns drinking, extending their thumbs while drinking.

Wei Quanyou passed the chopsticks over again and motioned for them to fish out the mutton and eat it. Although these guys didn't know how to use chopsticks to pick things up, they could still pull them up, and a jar of meat went into their stomachs quickly.

When Lao Zhao saw how greedy they were, he remembered that when he first entered Xinjiang, he was not as good as them, so he filled another pot of meat for them, while he filled the soup and soaked the steamed buns to eat.

The soldiers over there followed the same example, breaking off the black bread and soaking it in, not forgetting to give Lao Zhao and the others a big piece.

To be honest, Lao Zhao and the others are really not interested in something that is as black as coal and tastes sour. Isn't steaming steamed buns simpler than this? I don’t know why they took so long to make it so unpalatable?

In fact, sourness is the taste of dough after it is fermented. Why don't you put some alkali to neutralize it? Wouldn't that make it less sour?

Heizi, who has always been able to eat and drink, was rarely shy today, mainly because he couldn't bear to compete with others. He often eats this stuff, but who knows how often the person opposite eats it?

Even though they ate together, neither party crossed the border. That was the bottom line, especially because of their status, they were the ones who should abide by the system the most.

After eating and drinking, several people thanked Wei Quan and the others and said goodbye. To be honest, they are not as wealthy as the former Soviet soldiers. They basically don't have chocolates, sausages and the like, so they have no gifts to give in return.

Heizi finally picked up the bone, which he originally wanted to give to the youngest soldier. But after all, I couldn't bear it.

After chewing the bones, he finally picked up the pot and poured the last mouthful of soup into his mouth. The meal was finally finished. Lao Zhao said goodbye and continued patrolling with Heizi.