Rise of the Wasteland

What a natural and rustic scene in the setting sun, golden light, and the deserted and ancient river beach dirt road!

It's a pity ..., no one appreciates the scenery. ?

Hundreds of armored vehicles of the US Sixth Tank Battalion are advancing on the dirt road, but more than 1,000 people in the whole camp are not interested in this kind of armed march. They just want to rush to Yunshan camp early to rest.

And in the middle of this elite US army there was an inconspicuous truck. Uncle Zhou, who was driving, was willing to fall into a jeep of an American, and joked like a clown, trying to make a joke and laughing at two American officers.

On Zhou Qingfeng's truck, the "old machine gun" that would repair but not drive was holding the steering wheel in place of the driving position. It was just that he was not responsible for driving, but only for controlling the direction. The truck was towed behind a tank by a steel cable.

The ‘old machine gun’ in the driver ’s seat seems to be alive, with the deputy monitor in the co-driver ’s seat watching the squad leader who is talking to Americans with laughter. Both were silent and completely blind.

In the carriage, the soldiers in the same class were also dazed. They never dreamed of this situation in their lifetime dreams-they were all enemies before and after, and they were all enemies with tanks and cannons.

Tanks, armored vehicles, trucks, jeep, all kinds of vehicles came out. Americans with high noses and deep eyes are close at hand. Before ‘Ding Ding’ was still asking what black people looked like, now it ’s OK, and black soldiers are right in front of them.

The team was rumbling forward, the exhaust of the motive and the dust of the wheels were nasty. The head of the little warrior ‘Dou Ding’ protruded through the rear window of the cab. He looked at the squad leader sitting on the enemy jeep not far away and whispered, “Should our squad leader be an agent?”

"Nonsense." The "old machine gun" immediately reprimanded, "Zhou is so bold and courageous. This guy has so many ideas and must be thinking about the victims. If he is a spy, can he stay with you?"

The deputy squad leader hesitated a moment, knowing that the minds of the sharp knife class must not be confused. He stood on the side of Zhou Qingfeng with a clear banner and said, "The squad leader is an activist in the party. He is still loyal to the organization. We should trust him. "

Yeah, they have already penetrated the enemy's nest. I don't believe what else can I do? Although all the Sharp Knife Classes don't understand why Americans trust their squad leader so easily, the current state seems to be quite good-although scared to death, they are at least alive.

As for the sixth tank battalion of the U.S. military, they fought all the way from the south, and they have not encountered any opponents, and they have never played against the volunteer army. His psychology is extremely relaxed, and he is not wary of Zhou Qingfeng and others wearing Nanba military uniforms.

Zhou Qingfeng lied that he was a logistician of the 15th Regiment of the South Division ’s First Division, because the vehicle broke down and was stuck on the roadside, hoping to get help from American friends. After the Americans checked the plausible pass on the radio, they dragged a picket truck behind a tank.

The Sixth Tank Battalion of the US Army was strengthened to the Eighth Regiment of the First Cavalry Division of the US Army. They were conducting an armed march to help the 15th Regiment of the Nanbat First Division to consolidate their positions. As a result, they clashed with Zhou Qingfeng and others.

In the eyes of the Americans, he was only towing a truck and ten ‘Nanba’ soldiers, and he was a bunch of Nanba ’s cooking soldiers. In particular, his squad leader boasted that he could make the best food in the world and ensure that it will be endlessly memorable.

For Americans on the Korean battlefield, talking about war is the most boring, either about women or food. To enjoy women, you can only go back to Japan, and war-torn North Korea can only talk about eating.

Uncle Zhou did just what he wanted, and he said a lot of smallpox in the mouth, reporting a lot of Chinese food from beginning to end. According to his vivid descriptions, including two US military officers, many American soldiers drooled.

"Please rest assured that in order to express my gratitude to my American friends, as long as I settle down, I will repay you with the best cooking. I will let you taste the most delicious food in the world, and it will make you remember forever . "

Zhou Qingfeng is definitely not a qualified actor, but he is definitely the most shameless liar in the world. The sixth tank battalion of the U.S. army arrived at his own camp in Yunshan. He blew food all the way and everyone was hungry.

Entering Yunshan City, Americans couldn't wait for Zhou Qingfeng to start cooking a good meal immediately. When it comes to eating, American soldiers have to talk about second, and no one dares to say first. With its powerful national strength, the logistics of the US military has been the most enviable in the world since World War I.

In order to make the soldiers happy, the US logistics staff struggled. Even so, American soldiers still pick and choose, always complaining about poor food.

After entering Yunshan City, American vehicles were coming and going, and American soldiers were everywhere. However, the members of the sharp knife class relaxed a bit, because these Yankees really do not take them seriously.

Just don't take it seriously, don't pay too much attention to us.

But it is not right to say that everything is wrong, including the sharp knife class including Zhou Qingfeng was sent to the logistic office of the Eighth Regiment of the US Army. The first thing is to take a bath!

Why take a bath? Disgusting them dirty!

The US military who sent Zhou Qingfeng and others are really eagerly looking forward to what amazing food they can make. After all, Zhou Qingfeng talked too much along the way.

As they entered the field shower room of the U.S. Army, the troopers of the sharp knife class sighed.

"Americans are still fighting with bathhouses?"

"This winter, Americans have been like the emperor, and taking a hot bath is really comfortable."

"Trust me, if you can, Americans would hate to move brothels to the battlefield."

While in the shower, Zhou Qingfeng changed his eyebrows and asked in a serious tone: "Comrades, we successfully broke into the enemy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I intend to lurk down to the enemy. But Americans must have the trust before they act, so we must ... cook a good meal. "

Ten knives with red stripes were gathered together and looked at each other in the heat of the shower room. If they want to fight and sacrifice, they will not frown, but they will cook ... The deputy monitor asked tentatively, "Squad leader, do you want us to cook meals for Americans?"

"Yes, not only to do it, but to do it well! Don't tell me that no one will cook. I can boast about Haikou with the Americans and say that they want a good meal that lets them bite off their tongues.

And I do n’t know how to cook, it ’s up to you now. Zhou Qingfeng glanced at his men, looking forward to surprise.

The task is to make Americans have a good meal!

Everyone looked distressed and looked up. After a long time, the old machine gun raised his hand in embarrassment and said, "I will make a noodle, which is generally edible. If you can bite off your tongue, it must be No way. "

The deputy monitor also raised his hand and said, "I'll make a noodle, that thing ... I think it's pretty good. But looking at the living conditions of Americans, I'm afraid they are not good enough to make them feel delicious. of."

Seeing that everyone had no great tricks, Zhou Qingfeng covered his face and said painfully: "Are you asking me to make an egg-fried rice? This is so ridiculous, don't you have the skill to cook?"

For a long time, the little ‘Dou Ding’ raised his hand and said arrogantly, “I ’ll be‘ calli fowl ’, but I do n’t know if I can do it?”

It looks like the task is too daunting, but it's going to be hard to catch the ducks on the shelves. Several other soldiers raised their hands helplessly and reported on their own capable work.

"I will make dumplings."

"I will shoot cucumbers."

"I will cook a home-cooked dish."

Now really want to be a cook. 8