The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Just put on a better quality M90 helmet than Guizi's 35-type helmet, Yang Dongli did not throw away the original Guizi's 90-type helmet like others.

Instead, it hung behind him again, on the military backpack.

Mainly, this greasy middle-aged salesman has a hobby of collecting all kinds of World War II equipment; he used to worry that he would bring back too much of this stuff, and he would be nagged by his wife because he would have no place to place it.

But this trip back, believe it or not, Lao Yang's private money can buy an independent villa in the urban-rural junction of Xingcheng?

It's time to remodel the basement, just to store these things.

Fifth, like the serious wooden handle grenade made in Jinling, this kind of poor firepower that will not explode in advance was pulled over by a cart of 1000.

The new equipment mentioned above was combined with the DIY weapons that Hu Biao and the others had produced at noon.

Including 3-tube iron fist bazooka, 5 grenade launchers, 10 conscience cannons, 40 more powerful explosive packs, etc.

In an instant, not to mention the former farmers who supplemented the regiment, it was Hu Biao, the guys who came from the modern plane and thought they had seen the scene.

With a rifle on his back, a submachine gun hanging on his chest, a shell gun and a grenade hanging on his waist.

For a while, I had the illusion that I was now armed to the ass.

As for the 82 system points left after exchanging some iron fist shells and 1920 mortar ammunition, Hu Biao decided to keep it for now...

Chapter 86 Pork Stewed Vermicelli on the Battlefield (Add 2/3 for Nanshan Brother)

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the supplementary camp after a short rest began to work again.

Fortunately, in such a busy situation, it wasn't that there was something wrong with the main frontline, and they needed to go up and lift those bloody soldiers down.

In fact, it was about 20 minutes earlier.

Xiu's fierce battle continued in the main position, and the degree gradually eased. It seems that after several days of continuous fighting, the devils are also tired and need to stop and rest.

Of course, Hu Biao, who had known for a long time that there would be a big change in the battle today, did not dare to be careless.

In addition to handing out all the weapons in hand, Hu Biao also released some of the iron barrels for firing unscrupulous cannons.

As well as some other DIY weapons that others can't understand, they took advantage of the previous opportunity to send them to the front one by one.

I found some barely safe places and placed them.

And at this point in time, Hu Biao called everyone to prepare dinner; the plan was to deal with unexpected changes after eating early.

Then comes the problem.

"Old Hu, what should I do with this pork? We have people from all over the world in our supplement camp. Some people like spicy food, but they can't even eat one bite. What's the taste?"

Pointing to a big fat pig that had been cleaned up a long time ago, the absolute chef in the team Qingtian asked such a question.

Among the supplies sent today, in addition to weapons, ammunition and belongings, there are three processed fat pigs; after sending one to the 11th and 67th divisions respectively, Hu Biao and the others also left one.

It is also Hu Biao who is so on the road, and their supplementary camp has obviously received some care today.

Otherwise, they still want to discuss what to eat at night in such a leisurely manner. The many jobs on the battlefield will be so busy that they don't even have time to talk.

And as soon as I heard the chef Qingtian, there was such a statement in his mouth.

Only then did Hu Biao figure out that his current team still has a taste from all over the world.

Although the size of the team is a little smaller, it feels quite fulfilling to think about the diaosi who have never been a class cadre in Dalian since childhood.

As for the solution, Hu Biao thought of a solution very easily.

With his arms crossed, he arranged with a bit of a leading cadre temperament:

"The matter of taste is easy to deal with! How many brothers in the team are not from the Northeast region? Just stew a few large pots of pork and vermicelli noodles. Even if you are brothers from other places, it is also a habit to eat."

However, in the face of Hu Biao's brain hole, a cook like Qingtian was not happy.

Opening his mouth is just scolding, there is no way!Because of some historical issues, Hu Biao, a trainee commander who was on the street, ordered some serious things to be fine, and almost always executed them without discount.

But once it comes to the little things in life, the people in the team will be bullshit.

"And the stewed vermicelli with pork, should I just get you a pig-killing dish? Do you know how many ingredients are needed for the stewed vermicelli with pork? You have the pork and salt, vermicelli, Chinese cabbage, onion, ginger, garlic, star anise, cinnamon, and more. other condiments.

Besides, this pig is stewed in at least three pots, even the simplest firewood is not enough. "

What the hell!Hu Biao, a southerner, really doesn't know that there are so many poor and exquisite things about a stewed vermicelli with pork.

The grandson of Qingtian, wouldn't he deliberately complicate simple matters?

Fortunately, Hu Biao's suggestion of such a big dish as braised vermicelli with pork in his mouth opened the door to the temptation of 'red romance' in front of others in the supplementary camp.

First of all, the indigenous people in the supplementary camp who have been suffering from a lack of meat and fish for a long time have long been itching to face such a big fat pig. Even when they were working around before, they couldn't help turning their heads to take a look.

As long as there is something to eat, eat it as soon as possible, they don't care which region the taste is.

Secondly, for a lot of netizens in the modern plane, they are thinking about eating this kind of serious, original, pollution-free pork for the first time, instead of the so-called local pork in the propaganda.

Immediately, these guys who were not really short of oil and water in their stomachs were also excited.

As a result, under the huge surprise of Hu Biao and Qingtian, these guys who ate rare food for a meal, burst out with huge subjective initiative.

After swallowing, staff officer Yang Dongli made a statement:

"Pork stewed vermicelli? That sentimental number.

I'll find a way for the vermicelli, I'll go to the logistics to find the lieutenant colonel; special!That kid made a lot of money in this transaction, so let him get some vermicelli to look up to him. "

Yang Dongli's speech immediately caused the eruption of everyone's emotions.

"I know where the cabbage is. When I came here yesterday, I saw a vegetable field on the side of the road. Although there were several shells in the vegetable field, I could always find some cabbage that survived the attack."

After raising his hand, Jason, the fake foreign devil, expressed it so warmly in his mouth.

The voice fell, and immediately there were several voices echoing it. Xu Feng, who had been training hard for a month recently, said:

"Fake foreign devils, take me with you when you go! When you look for cabbage, we can also look for green onions, ginger and garlic; this pork has no industrial pollution at all, and the meat is designated to be old and fragrant when stewed. "

After saying such a sentence, the buddy couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.

At the same time, more voices rang out: "Yes, yes, great men have told us that the more people, the greater the power!"

"Let's go, take advantage of the fact that there is no shelling from the devil now, hurry up~"

"Meat, vermicelli, cabbage, onion, ginger, and garlic, these are all available, so I'll find a way for the seasonings. I still have two packs of huazi here, so I don't believe those gangsters won't be tempted."

Even the shrewd Demon City man bacon in everyone's eyes was bled with pride.

Even the aboriginal sects who supplemented the company also received some tasks within their ability.

A middle-aged platoon leader who was almost 40 years old and had big yellow teeth, patted his chest full of ribs hard, and promised without opening his mouth:

"Sirs, leave the firewood to us; I know where there are empty wooden ammunition boxes, isn't that good for burning firewood?"

Hearing this, both Hu Biao and Qingtian were a little confused.

good guy!In order to eat such a meal, these guys are even in danger of being shelled by devils in the process, and they don't even care about the little food and grass they have left.

Even the natives of the world in this mission are also powerful.

No, you can't say that either.

Because at this moment, everyone's emotions were aroused, and they began to work together for a purpose; what should be said or not, Hu Biao thinks such a scene is quite good.

Only the little white-collar AT looked at it with disgust, because it had been processed long before it was delivered, so there was no big fat pig in the water and pig blood. I felt that it was a huge regret.

It’s like eating instant noodles without a seasoning packet, when you’re bored without WIFI, and just bought an ice cream and it fell on the way home.

All in all, it's a bit depressing.

At this moment, he very much misses the pig's blood meal of the family where he often ordered takeaways in the modern plane...

After a lot of busy work, when the time came to about 04:30, everyone who went out to work came back one after another.

Yang Dongli, who was walking with his head held high and a cigarette in his mouth, put down a large sack on his shoulders as he was dragged to the sky.

When the mouth of the sack was loosened, there was resolutely a whole sack of solemn northeast wide vermicelli.

Then, the fake foreign devils and other vegetable thieves mysteriously threw off the clothes on their shoulders, and they could see under their arms, each of whom was holding four Chinese cabbage.

In their hands, they were also holding a handful of green onions and shallots.

When he walked over like this, he was majestic and arrogant like a general.

The seasonings such as old soy sauce, light soy sauce, cooking wine, etc. were also taken out from the pockets of the body like a treasure of bacon, and each time they were taken out, there was a burst of cheers in the crowd.

As for the firewood necessary for cooking, the empty wooden ammunition boxes have long been piled up in a thick pile.

At the same time, Qing Tian, ​​who was wielding a large blade, took a few helpers and chopped the whole pig into at least half the size of a palm.

In the end, when the pork is in the pot, it replenishes every bumpkin in the camp, and it is so happy at this moment.

Chapter 87 What a big rain (add 3/3 for Nanshan brother)

After many years, we don't care about the thoughts of the natives of the mission world about such a pork stewed vermicelli incident.

However, among the netizens who participated in the event of pork stewed vermicelli.

As long as their memory is not erased, they will remember the sultry aroma of today's meal of braised pork noodles with sauerkraut, which is so beautiful to them.

It's a pity that, no matter how carefully they prepared, they didn't have such an excellent sense of experience.

To say that the most important reason is probably because these unlucky guys didn't have such a delicious meal in the end.

And for the old man, what is often not available is the most beautiful, isn't it...

At the time, this unfortunate situation gradually happened like this:

"Turn up the fire a little bigger, and simmer it for ten minutes or so, and these pots of meat will be completely simmered; I'm not afraid to tell you that the taste is 'Ow~'."

Spooned a small piece of pork from the cauldron, and after tasting it.

The well-deserved chef Qingtian in the team gave such an evaluation in his mouth.

Under such a humble evaluation, pieces of ammunition boxes that were torn apart were stuffed into the built-up earthen stove, causing the fire to burn even more fiercely.

Immediately, the aroma of the broth tumbling in the cauldron was even more domineering and alluring.

So much so that after the fragrance wafted out along the wind, the guards in the distance kept poking their heads toward this side, looking a little unstoppable.