Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

What everyone was mainly amazed at was that the special forces members were so wealthy, completely beyond their imagination. Even the Japanese devils, who were always powerful, were nothing in front of them.

At the same time, everyone was sighing in their hearts: No wonder the special forces can win so many battles, it can be seen from the amount of ammunition they carry.

At this time, Song Qingfeng stepped forward and asked everyone to keep quiet, while letting Wei Dayong continue with his introduction.

"This is the special combat dagger and scabbard used by the special forces, and this is the folding crossbow and ten crossbow arrows used when attacking the enemy camp at night;"

"This is the clothes for night operations, and this is the uniform for daily changes;"

"And this is fried noodles that can last for a week, this is half a pound of salt and two ounces of sugar, and here is half a pound of dried meat."

Looking at the items placed on the ground, everyone didn't know what to say.

I guess everyone is thinking, this thing called a tactical backpack can really hold a lot of things.

Song Qingfeng stood up and said with a smile: "Our official special forces members carry different weapons and equipment according to their combat positions. However, even the sniper team with the lowest load must carry about 50 kilograms of equipment per person."

"Okay, don't be discouraged, this can only be achieved after long-term training, and you will be able to become excellent in the future."

"Okay, this morning's training is over, let's go have breakfast together."

After hearing this, everyone felt that they were indeed a little hungry, but they were all in extreme shock and didn't notice it.

Today's breakfast was also very rich, with three large white flour buns, an egg, and a large bowl of soy milk for each person.

After receiving it, Ma Dazhuang asked the old special forces member in disbelief:

"This is all you have for breakfast. This is too extravagant."

The person being asked said proudly, "Where do you think our special forces get such great physical strength? It's all from what we eat."

After hearing this, Ma Dazhuang and others did not say anything, but just ate the hearty breakfast in their hands in silence.

They knew in their hearts that with limited logistical supplies for the troops, the more they consumed, the greater the responsibilities they would have in the future.

For example, in their original troops, they consumed more supplies than other ordinary soldiers, and they would face greater pressure when fighting the enemy.

After breakfast, Song Qingfeng asked the old team members to lead the new ones in routine training, including special operations tactical gestures, basic physical training, etc.

Today's special training personnel still need to slowly adapt to the training intensity of the special operations team, which will take at least half a month.

At this time, Kong Hao was leading people to do something very important for the Eighth Route Army.

This is a somewhat dim room, lit with precious electric lights from the hydropower station. The entire house is filled with heating and moisturizing equipment, and there are many special turntables that are manually turned over at regular intervals.

After Kong Hao carefully checked all the equipment in the room, he walked out and closed the door.

At the door, he told the person in charge of this place: "The temperature and humidity of this room must be recorded in detail every day. Nothing can be missed."

"In addition, the daily changes of the incubating eggs must be recorded. This is valuable information and can provide technical guidance for large-scale hatching of chicks in the future."

After hearing this, the person in charge nodded repeatedly and promised that he would arrange the most reliable person to be in charge and that there would definitely not be any problems.

After explaining all this, Political Commissar Qin happened to be standing nearby and asked curiously:

"Xiao Kong, why do you attach so much importance to such trivial matters as raising chickens and pigs? In my opinion, you should spend your precious time on the arsenal and produce more weapons and ammunition to fight the Japanese invaders."

"Political Commissar, I have no other choice. We still have a lot of food in our arsenal, but we are seriously short of meat. We only have some bacon, chicken, and duck."

"Before, the special forces team could hold out if they had fewer members, but now there are more than 500 of them. In addition, the technicians and workers in the arsenal also need to replenish their nutrition regularly, so they need a lot of meat."

"But now all the pork and chicken around us have been bought up by the arsenal, but it's just a drop in the bucket."

"Large-scale breeding of broiler chickens is popular abroad. Broiler chickens can grow to about four kilograms in about fifty days, and laying hens can basically lay more than 200 eggs a year."

"This is called scientific breeding. A large farm can raise at least a million chickens, which can provide a large town with all kinds of meat needs."

Hearing that a chicken could grow to about four pounds in fifty days, Political Commissar Qin was immediately excited. If this was true, then it would indeed solve the Eighth Route Army's meat shortage problem.

The current special forces consume too much energy. Even if each person eats one egg a day, it will be a huge burden for the arsenal's logistics department.

The people around here couldn't even get enough food to eat, so there was no extra food to raise chickens and pigs. Moreover, eggs were difficult to preserve and would easily go bad over time.

But if you can raise your own chickens, things will be easier.

However, he still said with an embarrassed look: "Xiao Kong, your idea is a good one, but I heard that raising chickens abroad requires something called feed."

"Our arsenal's food reserves are not abundant, and there is no surplus to feed livestock. If they eat wild grass, they won't grow fast at all, so it's not worth it."

After hearing this, Kong Hao said mysteriously: "I have already thought about this. Come with me and it will definitely open your eyes."

After saying that, he took Political Commissar Qin to a place not far away, where twenty-four small cement pools with an area of one square meter had already been built.

Now that the Arsenal has its own cement plant, it can build cement buildings of various specifications at an extremely fast speed.

This small cement pool is about ten centimeters deep. There is a feeding platform about 200 centimeters wide between the two cement pools. A sunshade and rain shelter of about 2 meters is also built inside the pool.

Political Commissar Qin also saw this novel thing for the first time, and immediately asked curiously:

"Xiao Kong, what is this used for? I don't understand it."

"Political Commissar Qin, don't be impatient. The time to witness a miracle has come. Don't blink."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ordered: "Everyone listen to my orders and start receiving the goods."

At this time, people who had been prepared around would immediately use a mesh or colander to scoop out all the small things in the pool, wash them in a bucket of clean water, and then store them in another bucket.

Because the smell here was so bad, all the staff wore homemade masks, and Kong Hao and Political Commissar Qin did not deliberately get close.

About half an hour later, only the person in charge of this place came over with two buckets. Political Commissar Qin took a closer look and said in surprise:

“Is this a maggot?”

Kong Hao nodded, asked the person in charge to weigh today's harvest, and then explained in detail:

"Political Commissar, the scientific name of this thing is rope maggots, which are the larvae of common flies. After detailed research abroad, it is found that it contains extremely high protein and is the best feed for pigs or chickens."

"It's just that the process is a bit disgusting, and the smell is also quite unpleasant."

After hearing this, Political Commissar Qin said nonchalantly, "What's the big deal about being a little disgusting? Compared to being hungry, this is nothing. The people of China are not that hypocritical."

"By the way, Xiao Kong, can you tell me in detail how this thing works and what is the daily output?"