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Chapter 364 Bobo Chicken, Bobo Chicken for 1 yuan per skewer

In a weed-covered depression.

The soldiers of the Blue Army's artillery battalion sat listlessly on the ground.

Some ate pickles with cold water and chewed hard steamed buns.

Those with slightly better conditions just eat individual rations, that's all.

As combat reserve forces, they were ordered to stay here for two full days.

They covered the vehicles and artillery with camouflage nets and hid them in the surrounding bushes.

Because they were worried about being detected by the enemy's infrared thermal imaging, their superiors ordered the entire battalion not to make fires for cooking.

Long-distance marches are physically demanding, and not having hot meals for two consecutive days has caused the soldiers' stomachs to protest seriously.

"Company Commander..." A Blue Army soldier, munching on instant noodles, looked at the company commander miserably, "Can you tell the battalion commander so we can start a fire and get something to eat?"

"These past two days, they've been fed either dried meat, cold steamed buns, or dry instant noodles. The soldiers' mouths are blistered from eating so much."

"Even if I just boil some hot water and put some instant noodles and steamed buns in it to soak and cook them, that would be fine, right?"

"No!" The company commander, still eating his soldier's rations, refused without a second thought. "We're at war now! Our superiors have ordered that the entire battalion is not allowed to light fires for cooking. If any heat source is detected by enemy drones..."

"Company commander, it's been two days and there hasn't been a single plane overhead." A platoon leader next to him also complained.

"I've heard that the situation on the front lines is very good right now. In two or three days, the Red Army will be unable to hold on and will withdraw from the exercise."

"Only then will we officially engage in battle with the Green Army. At this time, all our forces are concentrated on the front lines. How can we have drones to conduct reconnaissance?"

"Yeah, yeah!" The other soldiers also gathered around and said with bitter faces, "Although it's May or June now and the temperature has risen, drinking cold water, eating cold steamed buns, and chewing dry instant noodles every day is really too much for our stomachs."

"We can dig a smokeless stove and boil some hot water before it gets dark, or get something hot to eat."

"As long as we move quickly enough and don't get discovered by the enemy, isn't that enough?"

Faced with everyone's persuasion, the company commander was obviously a little shaken.

They are not a reconnaissance company, nor are they special forces, but just a group of regular troops.

We are used to eating hot meals, but now we have to eat cold food for several days in a row, and our stomachs can’t take it at all.

Even he, the company commander, was constantly experiencing acid reflux in his stomach because he couldn't stand the stimulation of cold food.

The company commander reluctantly put down what he was holding, stood up and said, "What you said does make some sense. Without hot meals, how can the soldiers fight?"

"Let me ask the battalion commander. If he agrees, we can boil some water, make some instant noodles, and crack a few eggs."

"Great! Long live the company commander!"

The Blues were extremely excited.

Normally, eating a meal of instant noodles can make people crave for a long time.

Not to mention that in this kind of wild environment, the temptation of instant noodles is simply sky-high.

At the same time, the company commander had already trotted to the battalion commander's place in a heavily camouflaged tent.

"Report to the battalion commander..."

As soon as he entered, he keenly smelled the aroma of Master Kong's braised beef noodles.

When the battalion commander saw him coming, he made a hushing gesture, signaling him to be quiet.

He tilted his head and looked over there, only to find that the battalion commander had actually made a gas stove.

He and the instructor have secretly cooked instant noodles, and he looks like he has been craving them for a long time.

"Battalion Commander, you..." The company commander's expression suddenly fell.

You don't allow us to open fire, so why are you hiding here and eating secretly?

The battalion commander's face flushed. "I've been having stomach problems for a while now. After eating cold food for two days, I've been having acid reflux and feeling terrible. Even when I'm sleeping at night, I'm woken up by the acid. I'm really at my wit's end, so I just turned on the stove and boiled a little."

"Why don't you come get some? Don't tell anyone else after you finish eating. It will be difficult to deal with if it gets out."

The company commander looked helpless: "Battalion Commander, I won't eat. I came here to ask if it would be possible for the soldiers to light a fire and cook something to eat."

"It won't take long. The battle will definitely be over within fifteen minutes, and we won't be discovered by the enemy."

"The soldiers have been feeling really uncomfortable in their stomachs these past two days. Let's just treat this as a relief, okay?"

The battalion commander looked at the instructor beside him in embarrassment. The instructor thought for a moment and finally nodded.

There have been no enemy reconnaissance planes flying over here in the past two days. If we move a little faster, there shouldn't be any major problems.

This exercise is destined to be a protracted battle, and no one can bear it if it goes on like this.

Eating something hot occasionally can help maintain your fighting spirit and boost your morale.

"Okay!" The battalion commander nodded in agreement: "But we have to move a little faster, just in case..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside.

The battalion commander frowned and strode out with his men.

But I saw many soldiers running outside in groups.

"what happened?"

"I do not know."

"Let's go over and have a look!"

......

"Bobo chicken, Bobo chicken, one yuan a skewer of Bobo chicken!"

"Roujiamo, two for ten yuan, four for fifteen yuan, hehe~"

Following the devilish shouting, the artillery battalion commander led his men over.

At this time, the open space in the woods ahead was surrounded by Blue Army soldiers.

Two vans were parked there, one in front of the other, and several fellow villagers wearing straw hats were enthusiastically selling things to the crowd.

From noodles, roujiamo, to Bobo chicken, we have everything.

There are even takeaway portions of chicken and duck leg rice.

Strong military tank?

These four words suddenly popped up in the minds of the battalion commander and others.

As the most mysterious non-staff member of the army, wherever there is an exercise, there will be the presence of strong military fellows.

No matter where you hide, they will always find a way to find you.

Then they enthusiastically sell you cigarettes, peanuts, melon seeds, drinks and beer.

For these fellow villagers who make a living on the training ground, it does provide a lot of convenience to the battlefield.

For example, this group of fellow villagers is like providing timely help.

The superiors ordered that no fire was allowed. If they started a fire to cook noodles, it would be tantamount to defying the law.

But now that fellow villagers come over and sell food to them, isn’t that no longer a violation?

Therefore, instead of stopping everyone from paying money to buy things, the battalion commander went up and bought two roujiamo himself.

"Fellow villagers, thank you for your hard work. How did you find me here?" The battalion commander ate a delicious roujiamo while talking to Qin Feng, who was dressed as a fellow villager.

Qin Feng's makeup was deeply disguised, with wrinkles all over his face and even the mud in the cracks of his nails was detailed.

He grinned, revealing a row of large yellow teeth. "What are you talking about? We live nearby. We've been to this training ground eight hundred times. How could we not find the way? Even if you have a cat path to the ends of the earth, we can still find it."

The battalion commander listened to the dialect without any doubt, but pointed to the two large loudspeakers hanging on the side of the car and said embarrassedly.

"Hey, fellow, we're conducting an exercise here. Can you please turn off your loudspeaker? It would be terrible if the enemy heard us and tracked us down."

"Oh, you're right." Qin Feng looked back at Zhao Pengfei, who was also wearing makeup, and patted him: "Old Zhao, I told you to turn off the speaker. It's too noisy."

"I told you not to use the loudspeaker, but you insisted on doing it. I'll deduct your money later!"

"I know, I know, I just want to advertise!" Zhao Pengfei turned off the speaker impatiently, and the world felt much quieter.

Qin Feng handed over two more skewers of red oil chicken and said with a smile: "Boss, do you want to buy anything else? If you buy more, I'll give you a discount. By the way, I'll also give you a copy of the enemy's firepower distribution and the coordinates of the headquarters..."