Bright Sword: Rebirth of Kong Jie

After the equipment was distributed to the team members, no special training was carried out.

But every time he talked about special training with the soldiers, Kong Jie would use the four words "devil training" to describe it.

Feeling the seriousness in the regiment commander's words, the soldiers swallowed their saliva, yet felt curious and even a little skeptical, especially the veterans who had experienced the Long March.

"What kind of devilish training, no matter how hard and tiring it is, can it be compared to our Long March?"

The look that appeared immediately afterwards was one of pride.

We Eighth Route Army soldiers have nothing else to offer except the ability to endure hardship!

The special forces members who had received the new equipment were so excited that they could not express it in words. They wore steel helmets, held submachine guns in their arms, and hung two grenades on their chests. Even their uniforms were specially painted with camouflage colors ordered by Kong Jie, which looked very different from the uniforms of regular Eighth Route Army soldiers.

Line up and go out for a walk.

This immediately attracted the surprised and envious gazes of all the soldiers in the regiment.

What a show-off!

As for the special forces team's food, Kong Jie used practical actions to make the soldiers feel what an honor it is.

——During this period, due to the Japanese blockade, the conditions of the Eighth Route Army, which was already short of supplies, became even more difficult. Many soldiers of the main regiments could not even eat two meals a day.

As for what to eat, there is no such requirement.

Most of them are coarse grains and wild vegetables.

Sometimes there is not even any wild vegetables to eat.

This is not an exaggeration. In some bases where conditions were particularly difficult at the time, the Eighth Route Army even had a specially prepared kind of food called assault ration.

What do you do?

They were worried that the soldiers were malnourished and did not have enough food, and would faint from hunger while charging the enemy.

So before launching the charge, these dry rations were distributed, and the soldiers just ate a few bites at a time to complete the charge mission.

Such an exaggerated yet sad scene once happened:

The soldiers charged towards the Japanese at the sound of the charge horn. The Japanese machine gunners set up their machine guns, but before they could open fire, the Eighth Route Army soldiers rushing towards them fell down in a rush.

The Japanese were all confused at that time.

It turned out that the soldiers were so hungry and exhausted that they fainted halfway.

Therefore, some anti-Japanese troops working in difficult conditions would only add a little extra food when they had combat missions to ensure that the soldiers were fuller.

Everyone goes hungry when there is no combat mission.

Not to mention military training, which requires adequate nutritional supply.

So much so that the soldiers even looked forward to participating in battles, so that they could at least have some food to eat.

The Eighth Route Army was surrounded by powerful enemies behind enemy lines, isolated and without help, and lacking equipment and ammunition. It can be seen how difficult and dangerous the anti-Japanese environment was.

The conditions of the independent regiment are relatively better.

The soldiers could eat at least two meals a day, but most of them were coarse grains, plus some vegetables grown by the soldiers themselves, and sometimes some wild vegetables.

When it was time for snacks, each company’s kitchen staff would steam several large pots of black-flour steamed buns, which would make the soldiers very happy, as if it were Chinese New Year.

What about the food for the special forces?

During breakfast.

Each person received a large black steamed bun, an egg, and a bowl of vegetable soup.

When this breakfast was placed in front of him, Li Yunlong was stunned for several seconds, wondering if the kitchen staff had made a mistake in the food. He had never eaten such a sumptuous meal when he was the regiment commander.

The troops were short of supplies and most of them only had two meals a day.

Try to eat a full meal at noon, because you won’t be able to sleep if you don’t eat at night.

So I seldom eat breakfast.

It’s nothing like the special forces, who not only have breakfast, but also such a rich breakfast.

Even Wei Dayong, who came from the Central Army and was known to have the best conditions, drooled at the sight of this breakfast.

"Monk, aren't the conditions in your Central Army good? What did you eat in the morning?"

Seeing that Wei Dayong looked like a starving ghost who had not eaten for several days, eating the steamed bun with great enthusiasm and gulping down the vegetable porridge, a comrade-in-arms beside him asked with a smile.

The monk swallowed his steamed buns and said vaguely, "At the beginning, it was not bad. We had porridge in the morning and even a dish of side dishes. Later, the war broke out and the logistics supply was cut off. It was good to have a mouthful of porridge for breakfast.

Sometimes the porridge was so thin that you could see your reflection in it.

On the battlefield, there were the sounds of gunfire and my stomach growling. I was so hungry that I could hardly lift my gun.

This is still the central army with the best conditions.

Not to mention the Eighth Route Army.

Time flies and it's noon again.

The team members thought that the breakfast was just a little richer, until lunch was served:

"A big bowl of fragrant millet rice, plus a bowl of stewed vegetables. On top of the stewed vegetables, you can even see two pieces of fatty pork belly that is glittering with oil and dripping with fat."

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When Wei Dayong saw the two big pieces of meat, he could not move his eyes away. He swallowed his saliva uncontrollably. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he last had meat.

How many months?

Half a year?

Even a year?

The Japanese would not be kind enough to give their prisoners meat to eat.

Li Yunlong said happily: "Monk, aren't you a monk from Shaolin Temple? You are a vegetarian and chant Buddhist scriptures, how can you eat meat?

I think I should eat your meat for you!"

As he said this, he prepared to pick up his chopsticks.

Wei Dayong was so frightened that he quickly protected his bowl of meat and said, "Reporting to the deputy commander, I have long since returned to secular life and can eat meat, I can eat meat!"

It made everyone laugh.

In fact, Li Yunlong was also surprised by such a sumptuous lunch.

As pure Eighth Route Army cadres, generals like Li Yunlong and Kong Jie always took care of the soldiers first.

When he was the commander of the New 1st Regiment, Li Yunlong's food was not so good. It was considered good if he could taste meat once every half a month, and that was when the whole regiment had extra meals.

Li Yunlong couldn't help but wonder: "Lao Kong, the food in your special forces team is pretty good!"

Kong Jie knew that the soldiers had doubts in their hearts, and explained loudly:

"Since the formation of our special operations team, we have been equipped with the best ammunition and supplies, including your meals. I have specially arranged a cooking team to provide them.

Every meal is guaranteed to be nutritious, and everyone is even guaranteed to have meat to eat every day.

How is it? You must be very happy!

I feel like it’s a privilege.

Go and see what the soldiers in other companies eat. Forget meat. It’s good enough to fill their stomachs.”

He changed the subject: "But as the old saying goes, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

It’s just like the princesses in ancient times. They have fine clothes and delicious food, but they also have responsibilities and have to marry off at any time!

Our special operations team has the best equipment, eats the most sumptuous meals, and even the resources of the entire regiment are prioritized towards the special operations team.

Why?

Can't you just have bigger faces?

Let me tell you, to get these good equipment and eat these sumptuous meals, you need to contribute.

If it doesn't have any outstanding combat achievements and doesn't have capabilities beyond those of ordinary troops, you can ask yourself why it eats so well?

By then, even if the rest of our comrades don’t gossip.

I'm afraid you guys can't continue to enjoy it shamelessly."

Thought-provoking question.

Wei Dayong's answer represents the voice of all special forces members:

"Captain, just tell me what we should do?"