Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The transport soldier was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he had quite a strong personality.

No matter how He Daqing talks, he just refuses to respond.

Humph, I don’t know what the commander was thinking, letting such a scoundrel be the squad leader.

Not only does he look like a traitor, but his words are also annoying.

Seeing that the transport soldier didn't say anything, He Daqing had no intention of speaking either.

The wind outside was much stronger than that at the regiment headquarters, and it made He Daqing shiver.

He Daqing didn't care about his image. He put on his black jacket and then put on his military uniform. He looked like a bloated turtle.

The transport soldier almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw He Daqing's expression.

A traitor's head matched with a turtle's shell, absolutely amazing.

The two men walked slowly for an hour, and along the way the transport soldiers delivered canned food and food to the two squads.

It was almost noon, and He Daqing hadn't eaten anything in the morning, so his stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

He Daqing took out a leftover roast chicken from his bag and started to eat it.

As for where the chicken came from?

I, He Daqing, am fighting against the US and aiding Bang. Taking advantage of the dark and windy night, I go to a Bang countryman's house to borrow a chicken to eat. Is that too much?

The transport soldier's eyes were wide open, and he swallowed his saliva continuously, watching He Daqing eating with his peripheral vision.

He Daqing glanced sideways and ate even more vigorously.

Humph, you want to keep quiet with me? Is the roast chicken delicious? You're so greedy.

The transport soldier grabbed a handful of snow from the roadside and stuffed it into his mouth, while trying to untie the long round cloth bag hanging around his neck.

This made He Daqing dumbfounded.

The transport soldier took out a handful of dry food from the cloth bag and slowly chewed it with the snow water in his mouth.

He Daqing sighed. These days, even if you go to the front line, you still can't eat enough or eat well.

He pulled a chicken leg from the roast chicken and handed it to the transport soldier.

“Take it, don’t go for the tough guy, if you’re not well fed, how are you going to fight the Yankees?

The reason why I can enjoy a good life is because of my ability.

The American car at the regiment headquarters today was captured by me, and we also captured an American officer.

Tsk tsk, you still don’t believe it?

There is a tin can in the backpack behind me. I'll take it out and show it to you.

I'm the only one in the whole group who has this thing. Why?

Because this is what I captured, and it’s what I deserve.

When I tell you to eat, you eat.

I am the squad leader, this is an order, you are just a soldier, how dare you disobey me?"

The transport soldier still couldn't resist the temptation of the chicken leg, or maybe He Daqing's words had some effect.

The transport soldier is not much older than He Yuzhu.

What's more, He Yuzhu looks older than the transport soldier.

He Daqing also thought of his own son and felt a little sympathy.

Look at that person’s son. He is so sensible and strong-willed.

That idiot Zhu is now only thinking about going to brothels to see the world every day. What a loser.

The transport soldier took a light bite of the chicken leg, squinted his eyes, and carefully savored the taste in his mouth.

He Daqing's cooking skills are superb. The transport soldier felt that he had lived in vain for so many years. How could there be such delicious roast chicken in the world?

After savoring it for a long time, the transport soldier came back to his senses, looked at the chicken leg reluctantly, took out a cloth bag, and carefully packed the chicken leg.

He Daqing was a little surprised.

"Why? This roast chicken doesn't suit your taste?

I used to be a chef, you are obviously looking down on me."

The transport soldier touched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I, I plan to save it for the New Year tomorrow and eat it with my comrades."

"Oh, boy, you are a real man, and you still care about your comrades.

What's your name? I might hear your name in the future."

"My name is He Chunlai."

"What? He Chunlai? What a good name.

Coincidentally, my name is He Daqing.

No wonder, I felt close to you the moment I saw you, we are family.

I have a kid at home who is about the same age as you.

Just based on this, your Uncle He will protect you from now on.

If someone bullies you, tell Uncle He."

“No, no one bullied me.

Everyone took good care of me because I was young.”

"That's good.

By the way, how far is the position?"

“It’s not far away, just the small hill ahead.

Look, someone is coming down to meet us."

Two soldiers came down the hill, one was short and the other was pockmarked.

He Chunlai called the short Chen the deputy squad leader and introduced He Daqing to him, saying that He Daqing was the newly appointed squad leader.

A can and nine long round cloth bags, each about one meter long, were taken out from the sled.

This is the food ration for He Daqing’s class for the next ten days.

The round cloth bag is filled with coarse-grained fried noodles that look like rice bran.

Corn flour, sorghum flour, bean flour, wheat and the like are mixed and fried.

When you put it in your mouth, it feels like eating sand, very hard and you have to chew it slowly.

If you eat with big mouthfuls, not only will it cut your throat, but it will also easily block your throat.

Even this stuff can't be eaten freely.

It is winter now and transportation is difficult. The daily ration for a soldier is only half a pound.

He Chunlai completed the handover with He Daqing and waved to He Daqing.

"Uncle He, I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you in ten days."

When He Daqing heard the call of Uncle He, he hurriedly chased after him.

He took out a handful of fruit candies from his bag and stuffed them into He Chunlai's bag.

"Boy, I won't let you call me Uncle He for nothing.

If you call me uncle, I will treat you as my nephew.

Go, go, it’s important to complete the mission..."

After watching He Chunlai pulling the sled away, He Daqing turned around and talked to the dwarf and the pockmarked man.

"Shorty, pockmarked, I am your squad leader.

What are your names?

The dwarf had four flour bags hanging on his body and was holding a can, and the pockmarked man had five bags hanging on his body.

The two men were already unhappy with He Daqing and wanted to give him a warning, but they didn't expect He Daqing to dare to speak foul language. He really didn't know how to live or die.

The dwarf started cursing angrily with his mouth twisted.

"What a bullshit squad leader! I have the final say in this squad.

Why don't you carry the bag of flour over? You're new here, don't you have any manners?"

He was so happy.

"Yohoo~

Do you want to have a touch with me?

Today, I just had a clash with Liu Dabiao, that's all.

You little potato, do you think you can do that? Let me test your abilities."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he reached out to grab the dwarf.

The dwarf dodged and punched He Daqing on the chin with his backhand.

He Daqing grabbed the dwarf's arm with his backhand and swung him around in the air for several rounds before throwing him to the ground.

"Shorty, in terms of skills, you can't even beat my son.

In terms of military achievements, I seized an American truck, killed a Korean, and captured an American officer.

How do you compare with grandpa?

From now on, grandpa has the final say in this class.

Mazi, please introduce the situation of our class to me."

The dwarf looked somewhat unconvinced, but he was convinced in his heart, because in the army everything depends on ability.

I originally thought that the person who came was a relative, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be a bandit.

Ma Zi naturally didn't dare to go against He Daqing, so he started to talk to He Daqing in detail.

"Class monitor, he is the deputy monitor of our class, his name is Wang Gousheng.

Every time there was a battle, he was always at the front and everyone in our class respected him.

My name is Liu Tiezhu, and everyone calls me Zhuzi.

Squad leader, let’s go up the mountain to talk first, the wind is too cold...”