Rise From Eight Hundred

This evening was undoubtedly joyful for the officers and soldiers of the newly established independent battalion.

Whether it is the selection and assessment of the third company, or the 'fun competition' between several large company commanders, special operations teams and top officers, they all show a theme.

Our independent battalion is the elite!

In war, what is needed most is not equipment or food, but strong comrades.

Only strong enough comrades can survive with you.

And here are the strongest soldiers.

Hundreds of soldiers from the security regiment who had just been integrated into the independent battalion had smiles on their faces for the first time since the Songjiang War.

This is what Tang Dao wants to do.

He was not worried about the Sixing Battalion or the Guard Battalion. What he was most worried about was naturally the soldiers of the security regiment who were continuously reducing their numbers.

Every day you see fewer familiar faces, which is an extremely painful psychological torture for soldiers who have fought in hundreds of battles, not to mention these security guards who were just dawdling to get military pay half a month ago!

Normally, Tang Dao would even be willing to recruit new soldiers for training from young people in the countryside, and would not easily choose these almost stereotyped security regiment soldiers. But now it is wartime, he has no choice, and the security regiment soldiers also No choice.

There are more than 1,100 people in the independent battalion, and the security regiment soldiers account for 500 people. If you add the two to three hundred people who previously joined the security battalion, there are even nearly 800 people. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the cornerstone.

Now that they finally saw the long-lost relief on their faces, Tang Dao also felt relieved.

Tang Dao did not break his promise. At night, he not only set up a bonfire in person and roasted the cleaned sparrows to entertain his Eighth Company Commander, but also gave extra meals to the whole army again.

A can of beef, two white flour steamed buns and a bowl of horse meat soup for each person are enough to make everyone's mouth full of oil.

There was no distinction between northerners and southerners at this time. Although the northern soldiers who loved pasta ate voraciously, the southern soldiers who loved rice also ate with bulging cheeks.

Because everyone knows very well that the Japanese are now on the decline, but no one knows when they will launch a massive attack. This may be the last good meal before the war begins.

But not everyone can be as generous as Battalion Commander Tang Da, who provides two cans of beef in one day. That treatment is even better than that of the Japanese.

This is really not because the officers and soldiers of the independent battalion are small. In fact, the Japanese army, whose logistics supply is much stronger than that of the Chinese army, has never been as luxurious as Tang Dao.

In 1931, the Japanese Army revised the "Wartime Provision Rules". According to this rule, the wartime food ration for soldiers is: 640 grams of main rice, 200 grams of refined wheat, and the substitute is 855 grams of polished rice, or 1020 grams of bread, or 675g biscuits;

Meat: 150 grams of canned meat, substitute 200 grams of bone-in fresh meat or bacon, or 150 grams of boneless bacon, bone-in dry meat, or 150 grams of eggs, or 120 grams of bone-free dry meat;

Vegetables: 110 grams of dried vegetables, or 500 grams of fresh vegetables;

Type of pickles: 40 grams of pickled plums or 40 grams of fukushin pickles, the substitute is 60 grams of bran pickles or salted pickles;

Seasoning: 20g concentrated soy sauce, 12g salt, 40g miso powder, 15g sugar, substitute 0.1 liter soy sauce or 75g miso;

Beverages: 3 grams of tea;

Additional supplies: 0.4 liters of sake or 0.1 liters of soju per person per day, 120 grams of sweets, and 20 paper cigarettes.

Just looking at these dazzling food supplies is certainly impressive, but in fact, during the war, the Japanese army required individual soldiers to carry six days of rations. If they brought all these things, they would be too exhausted to carry them. Rice is a necessity , high-energy foods such as meat can only be cut down. Ordinary Japanese infantry can eat one can of canned meat a week, which is a very good treatment.

Most of the time, the Japanese soldiers only ate a few cold rice dumplings to satisfy their hunger.

Perhaps Battalion Commander Tang's barbecue skills are really good. Not to mention several company commanders who were still enjoying the meal. Even Tantai Mingyue, who rarely eats meat, couldn't help but eat one with his index finger, plus the two deputy battalion commanders. Together with a chief of staff and Gu Xishui, who was specially called by Tang Dao, 15 sparrows were divided among 14 people, one for each person, and there was an extra one.

In front of the temptation of delicious food, the commander was not able to do anything. Although Lei Xiong wanted to stretch out his hand and take the roasted golden sparrow dripping with oil for himself, he did not expect that several pairs of eyes were staring at it with malicious intent. .

That clearly means, sir, you just have to stretch out your hand first, so don't blame me for being rude. The one who is near the water and the tower first gets the moon. Let's see who can stretch his hand faster.

Lei Xiong stared. He originally wanted to use his superior momentum to crush these cowardly company commanders, but unexpectedly, the momentum of the several company commanders headed by Cheng Tieshou was not weak at all.

First of all, the host and guest of Commander Tang’s barbecue are our eight company commanders. Although you, Deputy Battalion Commander Lei, are the commander, at best you are accompanying the guests, at worst you are just a freeloader. There are no freeloaders in this world. Why is it so 'horrible'?

Secondly, in a war, you are the commander, and we must listen to you. But this is a dinner table, and the battle is about who is closer and who is faster, and the commander cannot use it.

Chinese people generally pay attention to arrangement when dining, and everyone is particular about where they sit.

The dining table was made of shell boxes, in a long strip. Lei Xiong, as the second commander of the independent battalion, naturally sat opposite Tang Dao. Guo Shouzhi and Zhuang Shisan sat below him, one below Tang Dao. The eight company commanders were naturally four infantry company commanders on one side and the other four company commanders on the other side. The positions of each person were clearly arranged.

Lieutenant Colonel Lei’s position was quite impressive, but the roasted sparrow placed in the center of the table was out of reach for him compared to the company commanders who were ‘not inferior to their superiors’.

It was estimated that as soon as he stretched out his hand, Cheng Tieshou, who was closest to him, had already taken the sparrow and stuffed it into his mouth.

The reason why the sparrow was still emitting fragrance in the center of the table was probably because no one had stretched out their hand first.

‘Damn it, you don’t even respect your superiors when you eat barbecue. I’ll let you fight among yourselves! ’ Lei Xiong saw that his superior’s momentum was useless, so he stopped stretching his hand and focused on his horse meat soup.

He clearly saw that the shameless old man Li Jiujin, who was opposite Cheng Tieshou, the greedy ghost, was eager to try. When their hands were held above the roasted sparrow, he would "take advantage of the fisherman".

Lei Xiong, who was familiar with the personalities of these two subordinates, had actually imagined all the scenarios.

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while, and it was a little weird.

This made Tang Dao, who personally walked out of the command center and ordered the camp's kitchen to bring back two plates of boiled horse meat, slightly stunned. What happened to these guys? Didn't they eat enthusiastically just now?

"Woo! Woof!" Seeing Tang Dao coming in, Hammer, who had just finished eating the horse meat on his plate, excitedly called twice, his eyes staring at the only sparrow left on the table, full of desire.

"Haha, so you want to eat barbecue too! Why didn't you say so earlier!" Tang Dao laughed, reached out to pick up the roasted sparrow and threw it to Hammer, who was shaking his tail excitedly.

After stretching out his mouth to catch it, Hammer bit the roasted sparrow accurately in his mouth. He didn't stay in the command center at all, and turned around and ran away directly.

It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. He never acts cute after getting an advantage!

Dog, but he can feel the murderous aura of a group of old men silently.

'Fuck! How come Hammer looks more and more like Li Jiujin! ' Lei Xiong exclaimed as he looked at Hammer who ran away at lightning speed.

"Commander Lei, Hammer is Commander Tang's dog!" Li Jiujin felt very wronged.

"Yes! Look at Hammer's coquettish back! He really has some of the commander's style!" Cheng Tieshou, who swallowed his mouthful of saliva painfully, echoed.

Tang Dao, who did Hammer and I offend?

"Puchi!" Tan Tai Mingyue couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Is this the complaint of a group of men whose food was robbed by a dog?

It must be!

The independent camp had a delicious meal in the evening, and the mood was also excellent.

But less than five kilometers away, in the 18th Division Headquarters, Ushijima Sadao was not in such a good mood. …

PS: It’s the first day of December, everyone hurry up and buy the guaranteed monthly ticket! Fengyue begs!