I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

The meal was well prepared, with chicken stewed with mushrooms, steamed carp, spicy fried pork belly, chili fried lamb tripe, and finally a pot of mutton soup with bubbling meat slices. The rice was a basket of steaming white flour buns.

The man half-jokingly said:

"Captain Leng Qiang, I'm lucky because of you. I only had a bowl of noodles when I came last night. This morning I was okay and had four big meat buns."

Yang Qingfeng and Political Commissar Li set up the food and wine and left. The man poured Chen Feng a glass of wine and said with some emotion:

"Xiao Yang and Xiao Li are both good, but the team has grown to such a size thanks to your care. I checked their weapons and equipment this morning, and to be honest, I was a little jealous! If they weren't too far away, I would have taken 70% of them no matter what."

"Chief".

"Don't call me Chief, just call me Old Peng. You and I are both soldiers, and we both hate the Japanese devils so much. There's no need to be so formal. Come on, let's eat and talk."

"Then I'll call you Uncle Peng! I've heard about some of your difficulties. There's not enough food, the soldiers are not well dressed, and there's not enough weapons and ammunition. Each soldier can only get five bullets. It's too difficult."

Mr. Peng picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp, smacked his lips, and ate a piece of fish to suppress the taste of the wine.

"There are difficulties, but most of them can be overcome. It's just that the non-combat casualties are so distressing. The reason I came here with a thick face is that I couldn't bear to watch it. The weather is hot and serious injuries are very dangerous. Minor injuries are also unsafe. It's too easy to get infected. The medical environment is too poor and infection is basically equivalent to sacrifice. Eat quickly! Such meals can't be considered simple, right?"

"No, I'm not picky about food. I usually just have a bowl of noodles. Uncle Peng, part of the difficulties you have are caused by my team. I need to reflect on this."

"Nonsense! This is just nonsense. A blacksmith must be strong himself."

Seeing that Chen Feng wanted to explain, Mr. Peng shook his chopsticks:

"I understand what you mean. The Japanese can't touch you, so they treat us as soft persimmons and focus their attack on us. You are wrong. Even if Tada Shun doesn't launch the cage policy, we will still fight back. It's just a matter of time."

Chen Feng lowered his head and simmered the mutton soup. I was right. I understand the Hundred Regiments Campaign, and I understand it very well.

"Xiao Chen, tell me what you think about the current situation of the Anti-Japanese War! I know you have an open mind and you can broaden my horizons for me."

Chen Feng poured wine for Mr. Peng and filled his own glass. Come again! It's a bit painful! Do you really want me to pretend again? I don't feel any pressure with others, but I feel a lot of pressure pretending with you!

"Mr. Peng, I haven't figured this out yet, so I still need to hear your opinion on the general direction."

"Stop interrupting me. People praise you every day in the caves in northern Shaanxi. Your military achievements are all here. You take shortcuts every step of the way. You look young, but you are actually very shrewd. Tell me! I'm really here to broaden my horizons."

Chen Feng had no choice but to repeat what he had said to Tan Kah Kee a few days ago. Old Peng was originally dealing with the spicy stir-fried pork belly while Chen Feng was talking, but as he listened, his favorite dish lost its flavor and his expression turned from relaxed to solemn.

"Uncle Peng, please eat!"

Old Peng threw down his chopsticks and couldn't eat anymore. The matter was of great importance. Although some results had been analyzed over there, none of them were as shocking as Chen Feng's.

After Chen Feng finished speaking, Old Peng fell into thought. Except for the layout in Southeast Asia, all the speculations had been mentioned. Chen Feng began to deal with the stewed chicken with mushrooms. This thing still tasted good only when eaten in hometown in later generations. In big cities, they are all farmed. Without the fishy smell, it is impossible to eat it without adding some spices. The heat was just right. A piece of chicken leg was thrown into the mouth. The teeth bit the tongue and turned it, and a piece of chicken bone came out.

When Mr. Peng figured it out, he suddenly discovered that only soup was left from the chicken stew with mushrooms.

"Don't think about it anymore. Too much will only add to your troubles. A blacksmith must be strong himself. Come, let's have a drink."

An hour later, the two bottles of wine were almost empty and there was only soup left on the dishes on the table.

"Xiao Chen, go ask Xiao Yang to prepare some snacks to go with the wine, peanuts will be fine."

"Uncle, I don't want to drink anymore. There are still chili peppers on the plate. Just drink it."

Chen Feng evenly distributed the last of the wine, leaving each person with half a cup. The two of them scraped the chili slices off the plate and picked out the shredded meat from the gaps between the fish bones.

The wine was finally finished, and the two of them clinked their glasses together.

"Kill the devils!"

"Kill the devils!"

The steamed buns were already cold, but they still tasted delicious when dipped in the soup on the plate. Mr. Peng suddenly asked:

"Xiao Chen, we just drank two bottles of wine, how much do you drink and how much do I drink?"

Chen Feng didn't understand, but answered seriously while chewing his steamed bun:

"I'm 1.3 jin, and you're 7 liang."

"No wonder I felt a little dizzy. It seems that people are in high spirits when they are happy. I don't usually drink, and I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since 1937. How about it, uncle, my alcohol tolerance is still okay, right?"

"Uncle, it's more than possible! I don't drink alcohol normally and haven't touched alcohol for three years. Seven taels of white wine is already a top-notch drink."

After finishing his steamed bun, Mr. Peng stood up, turned around and fumbled inside his coat on the big table. He seemed to have torn something open, and came over with an envelope.

"I have brought them all, just accept them! There is one more name this time. Last time, when Chen Jiageng and his party visited Yan'an, Director Zhou came back with them. When he saw me holding the IOU to sign, he signed his name on it as well."

Chen Feng was secretly delighted and held the IOU carefully. The fifty thousand penicillins had not been changed, but there were three more words. These three words made Chen Feng excited again, and he folded it carefully and put it in his pocket.

"I'm just doing it as a commemoration."

"Oh! We were supposed to go out and chat in the breeze, but Xiao Yang refused to let me out of the cave. My coming here has caused chaos in the base. Xiao Yang, I have seen all kinds of storms, are you afraid that I will capsize in your territory?"

Chen Feng picked up the bamboo thermos and made a pot of new tea. Suddenly, he remembered that Mr. Peng did not drink or smoke, but he had good tea! He must take some with him before leaving. In order to verify his guess, Chen Feng took out cigarettes and lighters, took out a cigarette and handed it to Mr. Peng.

"You can smoke it yourself! I can drink a little alcohol, but I really can't smoke. Don't worry about me. All my old friends are heavy smokers."

Chen Feng lit up a cigarette. Sure enough, he remembered correctly. He didn't smoke or drink. He liked playing chess and drinking tea. It seemed that a big guy had run out of tea leaves and soaked jujube leaves to drink. It should be him. Chen Feng naturally admired him very much. Let's go back and get some tea leaves and transport them to the southern mountainous areas together with penicillin! It would be more appropriate to let Zhang Liang find someone to go to Taihang Mountain at this time.

Yang Qingfeng and Political Commissar Li came in and felt a little ashamed when they saw the plates wiped clean by Mantou. This was a poor hospitality! It didn't matter to our own people, as they all understood the situation. Leng Qiang was a little embarrassed here.