The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

The conversation within the headquarters continued.

James put down the telegram and said, "I understand what you mean, sir. Our army also needs some outstanding achievements to prove the value of our existence."

In fact, it is not only the army and navy of Fuso who call each other "red deer".

The same is true for the bald eagle on the other side of the ocean. His army, navy and air force also have conflicts.

As for the fourth-class Marines, Ma Run? Just wait and pick up the leftovers from the first three.

Stevenson shook his head: "No, you don't understand."

Restricted by the strategy of focusing on Europe first and Asia later, many young people who signed up to join the army after the "Pearl Bay Incident" and wanted to take revenge on the Japanese found themselves sent to Afica and Europe to attack the Hans Kingdom.

This has caused dissatisfaction among a large number of lawmakers.

As a general sent to be in charge of South Asia, Stevenson naturally had to deliver a satisfactory answer to satisfy his country.

"Your mission is to supervise his execution of my orders and strike hard at the Japanese Southern Army behind enemy lines. Before the XYZ Unit is trained in '43, I need his A Unit to continuously 'expose' and produce results to show our superiors that we are doing something. Do you understand?"

Stevenson advised earnestly, knowing that in Bald Eagle, both record and exposure are indispensable.

His XYZ plan was great, and could probably train a 30-man Eagle Weaponry Army. But that would take far too long, and during this free time, he could only count on Colonel Zhang to continuously bring him victories and gain him exposure.

Otherwise, his anxious superiors might simply replace him before Plan XYZ is completed.

James gradually understood everything. "Yes, sir! Then how can I ensure that he obeys your orders? After all, he is behind enemy lines, and I can't bring a supervision team with me."

"Using supplies." Stevenson gestured on the map. "Compared to the Hump Route, airlifting to the river valley where he is is much shorter, and there's no need to cross the incredibly high mountains."

"As long as he obeys, we will provide him with a steady supply of supplies. If he disobeys, we will cut off his supply." Stevenson concluded confidently.

"But...what if he has his own source of supplies?" After asking this question, James felt that he had asked a stupid question. Where could there be other sources of supplies in the deep mountains of northern Myanmar?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Stevenson said firmly. "At most, he has some weapons left behind by the Johns. If he wants to survive, he can only rely on us. Otherwise, he won't even have a grain of rice to eat."

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The sight came to the independent regiment’s headquarters.

"Brothers' mouths are going numb from eating fried canned meat slices every day." In the cafeteria, a soldier from the second battalion picked up the fried Spam luncheon meat slices with chopsticks with disgust, took a bite, and his face was full of helplessness.

"How much canned bald eagle meat do you think has been shipped to the commander's home?" another soldier asked curiously, his eyes revealing a longing for fresh food.

A few days ago, they killed a pheasant while on patrol and brought it back to make chicken soup. It tasted much better than the salty luncheon meat.

"A fellow countryman of mine from Hubei Province told me that there is a whole cave full of various canned goods in the warehouse on the mountain. We can't finish them all even if we die." A corporal squad leader took a bite of rice, his mouth full of the salty taste of luncheon meat.

"We're pretty good. There was a soldier in the guard platoon who went with the regimental commander to attack the Japanese last time. They seized a Japanese can of food with a picture of a cow on it, so he thought it was a can of beef. Guess what happened?" The corporal paused, whetting everyone's appetite.

"When he opened it, he was shocked by the stench. It was full of cow offal and blood. I'm afraid the Japanese didn't even clean out the cows and rice when they canned it. He was so sick that he couldn't eat for the whole day."

The corporal jokingly told the ending, and everyone couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.

"Back home, let alone canned bald eagle meat, even canned beef offal like the Japanese are hard to come by." An old soldier stood up, looked around at everyone, and said seriously, "You've only had a few days of good times with the regimental commander, and you're already being picky?"

When everyone heard this, they all stopped talking and felt a sense of emotion in their hearts.

At that time, in the war-torn country of Qian, even small landlords could only barely make ends meet. Here, they enjoyed various canned foods such as pork, beef, turkey, and sausages every day, eating them in different ways. It was absolutely a first-class luxury.

"Besides, all we eat is for winning the battle! Whoever kills the Japanese can come back and eat fresh food!" A young soldier said excitedly, his eyes full of passion and anticipation.

"That's right. We can't be careless during battle. We need to have strength!" Another soldier joked, "If we eat for a few more days, we'll gain a lot of weight. We need to find a chance to go out for a run."

In fact, Zhang Chi wanted to improve the food for everyone and change the taste, but in the War Thunder system, Silver Lion Coins can only be used to purchase vehicles and accessories on the vehicles.

The only food he could buy in large quantities was the field rations that came with the Bald Eagle tanks. Luckily, these were inexpensive; one Silver Lion could buy hundreds of them, and he filled an entire cave warehouse with them.

Although the taste of this canned food is average, it is rich in calories and protein. The soldiers of the independent regiment have been eating it for so long that each of them has gained 5 to 10 kilograms.

Research on how to ensure that soldiers are well fed and have comprehensive nutrition has existed since ancient times.

The Tang Dynasty army would carry vinegar cloth and dry food to provide calories and minerals for the troops.

Modern people should have heard of a weight loss diet when losing weight - whole wheat bread, butter, sausage, cheese, fresh fruit, milk, carrots, cod liver oil, vegetables, etc.

It is said that you can lose weight by following this diet for 21 days.

However, this diet that can make people lose weight is a luxurious delicacy that ordinary soldiers can only dream of in that era.

"Commander, guess what people in my hometown eat to replenish their bodies when they are sick?" In the military hospital, Medical Officer Hao asked Zhang Chi who was standing next to him.

"Stewed chicken soup? Boiled eggs? Dumpling soup?" Zhang Chi, the time traveler, casually mentioned the nutritious meals his mother made for him when he was sick as a child.

Doctor Hao shook his head when he heard this, thinking to himself: "Colonel Zhang is indeed from a wealthy family. These are the things that only wealthy families can eat."

Soon, Zhang Chi realized that in this era of scarce productivity, ordinary people would not be able to eat such good things when they were sick.

"Drink sugar water and eat soybeans?" He scratched his head and quickly changed his answer.

"Well, that's about it. Eating some refined grains like soybeans and millet will supplement your nutrition." The elderly Doctor Hao sighed, "During the disaster years, many patients were not really sick, they were just hungry. A bowl of millet boiled water can cure their illness."

"Now we eat the canned food provided by you and the rice you exchanged for us every day, and we are all in good health. Once our bodies are better, many of the common diseases in the past are gone." Doctor Hao said with a smile on his face.

He really treated these young men of the independent regiment as his own children. He was very happy to see that they were healthy and free from illness.

Xiao Qi lifted the curtain of the military hospital tent, poked his head in and said:

"Commander, someone's looking for you. He claims to be from the Nanyang Young Overseas Chinese Volunteer Army. I've asked him to wait for you in the reception area outside the barracks."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Zhang Chi glanced at the driver of car No. 2 whose head was tightly bandaged on the hospital bed, put on his military cap and left.

Doctor Hao watched Zhang Chi leave, tucked in the blanket for the patient who had just received an anesthetic and had his face cleaned, and murmured:

"Commander Zhang is a good man. He's even concerned about your eyesight."