The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Under Zhang Qingyun's command and arrangement, the brothers who arrived at the school settled down in an orderly manner, and there was no looting of the residence or chaos. Yang Ling's impression of him changed a lot.

There are school buildings on three sides of the school, and there is an open space in the middle. At this moment, rain cloths are also set up on the open space, and the cauldron on the temporary stove is steaming with hot mist.

The brothers from the cooking squads of the battalions who arrived earlier were chopping vegetables, cooking vegetables with firewood, and were busy preparing dinner for the brothers.

"What shall we have for dinner tonight?"

Yang Ling and the others ate once when they set off in the morning. The car didn't stop all day for the journey, and they ate dry food in the car at noon. When they saw the steaming cauldron from a distance, Yang Ling's stomach growled and he turned his head. Ask Liu Yidao.

"Bacon rice, I wanted to get a small stir-fried bacon for my brothers, but the price has risen too much, and we have to save the money, so I only bought more than 20 catties, and I asked them to cut some and eat it together." The rice was cooked together..."

Hearing Liu Yidao's answer, Yang Ling felt extremely helpless.

Although there are regulations on the meals of the officers and soldiers of the army, how much oil, rice, vegetables, etc. are provided per person per day, in fact, the military depots along the way only have rice and salt.

It's not that these military stations are greedy and don't give money, but that there is indeed no shortage of supplies. The country is already poor. After this battle, let alone nutrition, it is good for the officers and soldiers of the army to have something to eat.

The food the brothers ate was so poor that the result was that they were all sallow and emaciated. Even if they bayoneted the little devils on the battlefield, only three or five people could deal with one.

The nutrition of the brothers could not keep up, which greatly affected the combat effectiveness, so Yang Ling and his grassroots troops also thought of a lot of ways. Every now and then, they paid for some meat and vegetables by themselves to add vegetables to the brothers.

But now most of China has fallen into the hands of devils, tens of thousands of refugees have poured into the rear, and the price of goods has skyrocketed, making it difficult for Yang Ling and the others to improve their food.

It has to be said that it is a great tragedy that the little money they have accumulated on weekdays is so powerless in the face of soaring prices.

But these are brothers who have followed him through life and death, fighting head-to-head with little devils on the battlefield. As an officer, he has the responsibility to let them eat and dress well, and not let them chill.

"Let's see if we can get a sum of money from the batch of weapons we seized, improve the food for the brothers, and buy some bandages and medicine by the way."

Yang Ling also knew that it was hard for a good woman to live without rice. Although the divisional department gave them a little bonus, but now that the prices were soaring, that amount was still not enough for the whole regiment, so they had to find another way.

"Tuan Zuo, I have already found out that the price of the 80 Dagai rifle here is higher than that in Jiangxi. It costs [-] yuan a gun, and it is more expensive to add bullets."

Hearing the price, Yang Ling was also very surprised. He didn't expect it to be so much more expensive than in Jiangxi, but he was relieved when he thought of the chaos of the war. In troubled times, a gun is the only way to survive, so the price will naturally rise.

"After dinner, you can take someone to sell some, but don't be too ostentatious." Yang Ling ordered.

"Yes!"

Liu Yidao agreed wholeheartedly. He was already familiar with selling these things on the black market. After all, he was responsible for the black market for the previous seizures in the regiment.

"Okay, you go to work, settle down the brothers, and cook some ginger soup for the brothers later, the autumn rain is continuous, driving away the cold."

"Yes." Liu Yidao agreed, walked a few steps, but stopped and turned back.

Seeing Liu Yidao's preoccupied appearance, Yang Ling was also very curious: "Is there something wrong?"

"Tuan Zuo... Liu Changsheng in our battalion is considered a good fighter in battle. See if you can spare him this time."

Liu Yidao seemed to muster up a lot of courage, and he was silent for a while before opening his mouth, but he pleaded for the brother who almost violated military discipline just now.

Yang Ling was also taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "What am I supposed to do? I can spare him, but I'm not going to be an example. You must restrain the brothers. We are in the limelight now, and many people are waiting for us to make a fool of ourselves."

"Thank you, group seat! I will definitely admonish my brothers when I go back!"

Liu Yidao didn't expect Yang Ling to agree so happily, a warm current surged in his heart, and he hurriedly patted his chest to reassure.

"They're all old brothers, what are you doing with such a life, go ahead."

"Yes!" Liu Yidao left with a smile all over his face.

Yang Ling is the head of the regiment, and he was injured. Naturally, he didn't have to sleep in the big classroom of the school with his brothers. Instead, he was arranged to live in a small room with a bed, and Hu Zi and others lived outside. to keep him safe.

Although Yang Ling shared joys and sorrows with his brothers most of the time, as a chief, he still retained some small privileges. After all, as a chief, he had to establish majesty and prestige, which was conducive to commanding operations.

However, this small privilege of Yang Ling is negligible compared to other officers of the same level who are stingy and deducting military pay. Naturally, the brothers have no complaints.

"Tuan Zuo, the meal is here." As soon as Yang Ling finished packing, Hu Zi came over with two bowls of rice.

Although the army's big pot rice method looks crude, but the bacon and rice are cooked together in the pot, which is delicious, and it is many times better than their cracked multigrain cakes and salt water rice.

Yang Ling and Hu Zi each had a bowl, and quickly wiped out the big bowl of bacon rice, and the brothers were also eating lively outside, with the sound of fighting from time to time.

"report!"

"Come in."

After getting permission, the deputy battalion commander Qin Shou walked into Yang Ling's room.

"Old Qin, what's the matter?" Yang Ling raised his head and asked while taking off his muddy military boots.

Qin Shou chuckled, pulled a stool and sat down by himself: "Tuan Zuo, the brothers are looking at the excitement of the town and want to go out for a stroll, what do you think?"

"You kid, do you want to go out for a stroll?" Seeing Qin Shou's smiling face, Yang Ling joked.

After being exposed by Yang Ling, Qin Shou didn't hide it: "Hey, I really can't hide anything from you, this is not a small devil who got a lot of gadgets, I want to sell them for some money... ..”

Yang Ling naturally knew that the brothers got a lot of things such as pens, medals, shoes, etc. from the little devils. Although they looked inconspicuous, people who bought them flocked to them.

"Okay, you can go out, but the team must be led by the platoon leader, and a group of three or five people will be enthroned at their respective chiefs. They cannot go out alone." Yang Ling thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The brothers have been fighting for so long, and their nerves have been tense. Yang Ling is not a rigid person, and he understands how to relax.

Besides, this is still considered the rear area, the devil is still blocked by friendly troops hundreds of miles away, there is no danger for a while, so I let the brothers relax.

Body 6 Ninety Chapters of Fate

After dinner, it was getting dark, and the brothers left the camping school in twos and threes under the leadership of their respective class platoon leaders, and wandered towards the brightly lit town.

And Liu Yidao also followed Yang Ling's instructions and hired two carriages to pull boxes of captured [-] rifles covered with rain cloths to sell in the nearby black market.

These [-] rifles are generally easy to use and have high shooting accuracy. They are all good guns, but they are devil's guns after all, and the caliber of bullets they use is different from that of Yang Ling and the others.

Although the gun is a good gun, the logistics of the Chinese army cannot supply the bullets used by the [-] rifles. A good gun without bullets is no different from a fire stick, so it can only be sold off.

Anyway, these guns were all captured on the battlefield. If they were sold to improve food for the brothers, or to buy daily necessities, it would be considered as good use.

The brothers were all busy, some went out for a stroll, and some began to rest wrapped in ragged military blankets. After all, they had just come off the battlefield and were exhausted.

Yang Ling returned to his house after arranging the sentry post. He took out a map to see tomorrow's marching route. The heavy rain made the road muddy, and many places were even washed away by the soaring river. Therefore, everything must be prepared and prepared in advance.

If you are not in charge, you don't know Chai Migui. Now that you are the head of the regiment, you have to take care of eating, drinking, and messing with so many brothers under your command. Being the head of the regiment is not as easy as imagined.

"Tuan Zuo, sister-in-law is here!" Just as Yang Ling was looking at the map under the oil lamp, Hu Zi rushed in to report excitedly.

Yang Ling was also taken aback, but didn't react. He moved his eyes to the door, and when he saw Zhang Hongying at the door, he came back to his senses.

"Hongying, are you here too?"