Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

In the kitchen.

Lin Qiang informed the kitchen staff to add two dishes and also bought a bottle of Moutai from the system mall to entertain the brigade commander.

As the dishes were served on the table, the expression on the brigade commander's face gradually changed from a smile to shock.

"Everyone said you were living a comfortable life, but I didn't expect that even the boss's life wasn't as comfortable as yours."

As the last dish was served on the table, the brigade commander was dazzled.

For two people, there were seven dishes in total, and all of them contained meat.

The brigade commander had seen all kinds of storms, but he had never seen such a banquet in the Eighth Route Army since the Anti-Japanese War.

As a brigade commander, there is absolutely no problem in having a meal like this, but there should be no special treatment. It is military rule and discipline not to waste food, and every grain of food is precious.

Seeing that the brigade commander was still not picking up his chopsticks, Lin Qiang smiled and said, "Brigade commander, don't worry, this is absolutely not extravagance and waste. If you don't believe me, you can go to the homes of the people in the base area and take a look. I promise you that the people have meat every meal at home."

"Our independent battalion is right next to the highway, which is also the main transportation route for the Japanese. We know exactly when the Japanese transport team will arrive, what they are transporting, and how many Japanese soldiers are escorting them. If it weren't really not enough, I would have thought of sending some to you to try."

After hearing what Lin Qiang said, the burden in the brigade commander's heart also dissipated.

The people have meat to eat every meal, so of course it's no problem for him to have one meal.

When talking about sending it to the brigade headquarters, the brigade commander did not forget his old comrades in the brigade. He raised his glass and said to Lin Qiang, "Since you've asked for it, I won't be polite with you. I don't want anything else. I just need to prepare some braised pork and meat buns. I'll take them back to the brigade headquarters to satisfy those old guys' cravings."

"Ever since the 386th Brigade was established, we've almost forgotten what meat looks like, let alone eating it."

Lin Qiang remained silent, he knew the brigade commander was not joking.

When the troops captured spoils of war and sent food to the brigade headquarters, the brigade commander would immediately order the soldiers to deliver some to every household in the base area, and then let the soldiers eat it first. By the time it was the turn of the leadership team, even the smell had disappeared.

"Oh, and here's this wine. Let's drink it slowly. I'll bring some back for them to try."

Lin Qiang didn't know what to say for a moment. He was silent for a moment before he looked up and smiled, "Don't worry, there's plenty of wine. When you go back, I'll give you a box to take away."

"Hahaha!"

The brigade commander laughed heartily and said, "This glass of wine can be considered as a celebratory drink for the independent battalion!"

……

In the afternoon, the brigade commander, a little tipsy, pulled Lin Qiang aside to talk.

The monk and the brigade commander's guard followed closely behind, both holding bowls in their hands and wolfing down the food.

"Nong bastard, this is the best braised pork I've ever had in my life!"

The monk swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Swallow your food first. I don't understand what you are saying."

"I say, this is the most delicious braised pork I have ever eaten in my life!"

"Hey, you're in for a treat, kid. This was made by Zhao, the squad leader from the kitchen squad. He wouldn't cook easily if the brigade commander wasn't here."

The smoke of war had long since dissipated, and the mountain air had become fresh again. The north wind was howling, and those who were not used to it would feel like a knife scraping across their cheeks.

After being blown by the cold wind for so long, the brigade commander's drunkenness had dissipated a little. Looking at the gift specially prepared by Lin Qiang on horseback, the decisive brigade commander actually seemed a little embarrassed.

Without further ado, the brigade commander mounted his horse, looked down at Lin Qiang, and said earnestly, "This battle will soon be over. The Japs won't be able to run around much longer."

"The Independent Battalion is directly under the brigade headquarters. I'll be frank with you. Lin Qiang, your team will be the main force to check and balance the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army in the future. You should understand some things even if I don't say them."

"Chu Yunfei of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army has helped you many times. I want to know what you think of him."

Lin Qiang had pondered this question for a long time, and he already had an answer in his mind: "Commander, I knew you would ask this question when you came here, and I have an answer myself."

"Chu Yunfei is a true soldier. He obeys military orders like a mountain. He won't betray his superiors easily. I have some gratitude towards him, but it's not enough for me to let him go if we ever come to blows. And I believe he won't let me go either."

"Brigade Commander, please tell the General Staff and the Chief of Staff that my loyalty to the organization is unquestionable."

The brigade commander's eyes were filled with satisfaction, as if he had seen his own child, who had become his pride.

"Good boy!"

"I will personally convey your words to the CEO and the Chief of Staff."

"Just send it here. We'll have many opportunities to meet again in the future!"

Lin Qiang smiled and said, "As long as you don't find me annoying."

"Hahaha, just don't be like that stubborn donkey Li Yunlong and cause trouble for me everywhere!"

This hearty laughter echoed in the mountains for a long time. Only when he could no longer see the brigade commander's back and hear the laughter echoing in the mountains did Lin Qiang call on the monk to get on his horse.

"Captain, where are we going?"

"county seat."

"Which county?"

"Anhua County."

"What are you going for?"

"Take back the supplies that belong to us."

Does Anhua County have our supplies?

Was it prepared by that traitor Ma Dashan?

The monk was thinking about this question all the way. As he thought about it, he came to the conclusion that when he met Ma Dashan later, would he invite the battalion commander to have a good meal?

Bring your own dishes and chopsticks.

There is a melon guard shed one mile away from the city gate. It is very hidden and ordinary people will never find it.

But Lin Qiang found it as if he was familiar with the place, dismounted and pushed the door open.

Small but complete.

There were all kinds of things in the melon-guarding shed. On the simple bed lay a man in puppet army uniform, sleeping soundly with his head covered.

The monk was curious about why this guy was sleeping with his head covered in broad daylight, as the light in the room was not very bright.

After he removed the pillow from the other person's head, he understood why this guy covered his head when he slept.

"Oh, Captain, no wonder this guy covers his head when he sleeps. I can hear his snoring even at the city gate."

Lin Qiang's face showed no emotion, and he said calmly, "Wake him up."

"Dele!"

The monk approached the other person with a wicked smile on his face, and used the bayonet on the table to pick up the smelly shoes that he had thrown on the ground.

then……

"Wow~ vomit~"

"Who is it? Who is so wicked... Battalion... Battalion Commander, why... why are you... coming here..."

"Why am I here?"

"Yes, what brings you here?"

The puppet soldier hurriedly stood up, put on his shoes, tidied the bed, and said with a smile: "There is no stool in this room, Captain, if you don't mind, you can sit on the bed."

Lin Qiang didn't answer, but sat down on the bed.

"What's the situation in Anhua County like recently?"

Hearing Lin Qiang's question, the smile on the puppet soldier's face gradually disappeared, and he said with a weak breath: "What situation can it be? It's still the same as before. We brothers are taking turns guarding here, and we are almost getting moldy."

"Since you're here, Captain, I'll be frank. I'm not afraid of being punished. I want to be transferred. Even if it means fighting the devils with bayonets, I don't want to rot here any longer."