Rebirth of Siheyuan: Starting from escaping famine in 42

Captain Yang said to the deputy captain beside him: "Hurry up and clean up the battlefield. After cleaning, make a statistics. Also, find someone to keep an eye on the Kuomintang prisoners. If anyone makes trouble, pull them out and lock them up separately. Let them complain later. If there are any serious criminals, execute them publicly."

"Yes." The deputy captain nodded and went to give the order.

Commander Yang asked the Chief of Staff anxiously, "Old Zhu, how many people did we sacrifice?"

Staff Officer Zhu smiled and said, "Captain, only a few recruits fell and scraped their skin during the charge, and no other soldiers died."

"Great! This battle was well fought. We will give the soldiers extra meals tonight to show their encouragement." Regimental Commander Yang said to the political commissar standing beside him, "Old Nie, send a telegram to the brigade headquarters as soon as possible to tell them about our results and ask for instructions for the next step."

Political Commissar Nie smiled and said, "Okay."

Then he turned around and sent a telegram to the brigade headquarters. After a while, he came back and said to Commander Yang: "Old Yang, the brigade commander told us to return to the base first, and wait until the battle is over, and then send a telegram to our regiment to tell us the next instructions."

"Yeah!" Captain Yang nodded and continued to watch the soldiers cleaning the battlefield like a swarm of locusts.

Li Qingshan was happily cleaning up the battlefield when he was suddenly slapped hard on the back of his head: "Ouch!"

"Who is it? The hell..."

Before he could finish, he turned around and saw that it was his father. He rubbed the back of his head, pouted and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with me? Why do you hit me?"

Hearing this, Li Chengman reached out and hit Li Qingshan hard on the head again. He leaned his head close to Li Qingshan and cursed in a low voice: "What else? Why did you run so fast during the charge? Are you looking for death?"

Feeling unsatisfied, he slapped him again and said, "You keep making things so messy every day. Hurry up and clean up the battlefield."

After saying that, he ran directly to see the captured artillery and heavy machine guns.

Li Qingshan made a face at his father's back, and heard an old soldier not far away ask him: "Qingshan, I saw you rush so fast and kill two people, how do you feel?"

Li Qingshan looked up at him, smiled and said to him: "It feels good! Very excited, my heart is still beating wildly now."

The old soldier smiled maliciously and then asked Li Qingshan: "Qingshan, what do you feel after the excitement? You killed two enemies! How do you feel physically and mentally?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingshan felt nauseous and retched, turned his head and bent over to the side to retch.

"vomit..."

This was Li Qingshan's first time killing someone. He was very excited when charging, and didn't feel anything after killing the person. But after listening to what the old soldier said, the excitement in his heart passed, and a feeling of nausea came over him.

"vomit..."

After retching for a long time, Li Qingshan finally recovered. His face was a little pale and his whole body felt a little weak.

When Li Qingshan started to dry heave, the new recruits nearby also started to dry heave one after another.

The old soldiers around couldn't help but laugh out loud when they saw this scene, and they cleaned up the spoils a lot faster.

They had experienced this situation before, so they didn't say anything, but just smiled kindly at the new recruits.

After the battlefield was cleaned up, those who could drive drove away with the spoils first, and the remaining soldiers of the 323rd Independent Regiment carried the spoils on their shoulders, escorted the prisoners, pushed the artillery, and slowly walked towards the base, talking and laughing all the way.

On the way back to the garrison, Li Chengman saw his youngest son walking weakly. There were many new recruits like Li Qingshan, so he walked over and asked, "Qingshan, what happened to you?"

In response to Li Chengman's concerned question, Li Qingshan and the new recruits all said at the same time: "Disgusting, weak all over."

The old soldier at the side leaned close to Li Chengman's ear and told him what had just happened to Li Qingshan and the other recruits.

After listening to this, Li Chengman's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but recall how he felt after his first murder, which was exactly the same as theirs.

He straightened his throat and said loudly: "We veterans have all been through this before. This is a normal reaction and something you have to go through. Just take a nap or have a cigarette and rest for a while."

"Okay, let's hurry up and get going. We'll have meat to eat when we get back to the base."

For the PLA soldiers who only ate meat a few times a year, when they heard that there was meat to eat, they no longer felt weak or uncomfortable, and they were full of strength and quickened their pace.

Li Qingshan also cares a lot about eating meat. Although his brother often made delicious food for him when he was in Sijiu City, he couldn't eat meat every day, but he would eat meat every few days.

Ever since he followed his father to the military base, he has not eaten any meat and has been craving for meat for a long time.

As soon as he heard that there was meat being produced, his eyes lit up and he used the Dragon Step to quicken his pace. Soon he reached the front of the recruit company.

Li Chengman lit a cigarette, saw this scene, and shook his head with a smile. No matter how much you say, it won't be as effective as a meal of meat.

It was almost dark in the afternoon when the 323rd Independent Regiment returned to its base. After Commander Yang arranged for people to look after the prisoners and paid for pigs to cook meat for the soldiers, he went straight back to the house to rest.

Li Qingshan, carrying a gun, followed the kitchen staff to the kitchen, ready to help prepare the pig-killing dishes.

When he was in the old city, he watched his brother cook all day long and learned a lot of cooking skills. He even learned how to cook a big pot by hand.

Not long after, the aroma of meat came from the kitchen. The soldiers did not rest when they smelled the aroma, but surrounded the kitchen door, forming three circles inside and three circles outside.

Some soldiers asked: "Qingshan, when will the food be ready? We can't wait, can't you?"

"No."

"Yeah! I'm so hungry that I'm panicking."

"I'm so hungry that I feel like I could eat a cow."

The soldiers watching in the kitchen were talking about it, and some were even drooling.

Li Qingshan stirred the butcher's food in the pot and said loudly, "It will be ready soon. The potatoes inside will be ready to eat."

There were more than 2,000 mouths to feed in the regiment, and they would not be full just by eating the pig-killing dishes. So Li Qingshan asked the people in the kitchen to cut a hundred or so potatoes and put them in the pig-killing dishes so that everyone could eat well and be full.

As for those Kuomintang prisoners, we must feed them. After all, we have discipline! We must always keep it in mind.

"Okay, everyone line up and come one by one. Don't worry, everyone can get meat." Li Qingshan first served a pot of vegetables and asked the people from the kitchen team to deliver it to the regiment headquarters. Then he began to serve meals to his comrades one by one.

The Nationalist army didn't care about the captured Li Qingfeng, as someone would send them food.

After happily eating and drinking their fill, the soldiers all went back to their rooms to rest. Some of them didn't even take off their shoes and clothes, but just lay down on the big bunk bed and fell asleep within two seconds. They were really tired.

Li Qingfeng went to his father's place to smoke a cigarette before going back to sleep.