Pinduoduo connects the past and present; the wildest young commander and his entire army help me bar

Old Liu, who was in charge of the kitchen, hadn't cooked in a long time. The last batch of steamed buns he made was still very frugal; a palm-sized bun had to be broken into four pieces, one of which was a soldier's daily ration.

The two large vats used for storing rice and flour were almost empty, and he would sigh from time to time as he looked at them.

"Why----"

"Why--"

"Hey!"

I don't know how many times he uttered that "hey," but his little apprentice, Zhao Xiaodi, came closer with his big, bright eyes.

"Master, why do you keep sighing?"

"Sigh!" Old Liu sighed again, gesturing to Zhao Xiaodi to look at the rice and flour jar, "It's almost empty."

What did you say about me?

Zhao Xiaodi had already eaten the steamed buns he received that morning, and was now starving. Hearing this, he sat down against Lao Liu's legs, and the half-grown boy imitated Lao Liu's long "Hey".

"Master, how about I don't take the steamed buns tomorrow and let the other soldiers eat more?"

"How can you have the strength to fight the Japanese if you don't eat your fill?"

"fart!"

"If you're gone, who will fight the Japanese in the future?"

Old Liu couldn't stand these words and turned to leave to get some fresh air.

Just then, Zhang, the adjutant, led several people in, carrying rice and flour in their hands!

Old Liu's eyes widened in disbelief until the rice and flour were placed in front of the rice and flour jar, at which point Zhang's adjutant's reprimanding voice rang out.

"Old Liu! What are you standing there for, you idiot?"

"We're treating everyone tonight, so hurry up and pour the rice and flour into the vat!"

Old Liu rushed forward and was shocked when he saw the rice and flour bags. "Lieutenant Zhang, where did you get this rice and flour? Why have I never seen this brand before?"

Zhang, the adjutant, stepped forward. He was a rough, illiterate man who frowned upon hearing this and kicked Old Liu in the buttocks.

"Why do you care so much? Hurry up and make some white porridge and steamed buns!"

"The young marshal said that tonight we'll all eat our fill!"

Old Liu instantly burst into tears, "It's done! It's done!"

"Young Marshal, you're so kind. You're letting us die with our fill." He wiped away his tears and said, "But I, Old Liu, am fine. If I starve to death, so be it. There are thousands of people who can take my place, but the soldiers must not go hungry. Lieutenant Zhang, give me my ration."

"fart!"

Deputy Zhang glanced at Old Liu and said, "Don't give me any more nonsense. Just steam it. You can use as much rice and flour as you want."

"Didn't you always say that even a clever housewife can't cook without rice?"

"Today, there's plenty of rice and noodles! You can cook as much as you want!"

"Yes, yes, thank you for your help, Lieutenant Zhang."

Old Liu directed the people to put the rice into the pot. The grains of rice were crystal clear and looked very appealing. As Old Liu looked at them, he couldn't help but smile, and then he couldn't help but cry.

His hands never stopped moving, directing his young apprentice Zhao Xiaodi to pour water, rinse rice, and throw the cleaned rice into the large iron pot.

As the spring water was poured in, the firewood in the stove burst into flames, and everyone who came in and out of the kitchen beamed with joy at the sight.

What was burning in the stove was not just fire, but clearly the driving force for all the soldiers of the Jinsan Brigade!

The entrance to the air-raid shelter.

Qin Lizhi met with the protesting disabled and weak soldiers.

The man in the lead was none other than his most trusted subordinate, Qian Xiaojun.

The bandages on Qian Xiaojun's arm had turned yellow and discolored. His once resolute, square face was now bloodless, pale, and haggard. His lips were covered in layers of dry skin, but his eyes still shone with a determined light.

She was looking at him pleadingly.

"Young Marshal! I, Qian Xiaojun, along with a group of disabled brothers, request to die!"

"Give us explosives, let's rush into the enemy lines and blow a hole!"

"Anyway, we're all disabled, useless now, and we're just wasting food."

As soon as Qian Xiaojun finished speaking, Qin Lizhi's sharp eyebrows furrowed.

"Qian Xiaojun, were you the one who started this trouble?"

"Who says you're useless just because you're disabled?"

"Your arm is broken, but you can practice sniping and clear obstacles for your brothers who are charging forward!"

"Even though Zhang Erhu's leg is broken, he can still practice sniping."

"As long as you are willing to serve your country, there are always more solutions than problems."

"But... but I've heard that our army is running low on food supplies. There's a famine in Henan and the whole country is in turmoil. We don't want to waste any more food."

"What you said is certainly a method that can help us disabled people find some use, but it all requires time and training."

"How much food have we wasted during this time!"

"Qian Xiaojun".

"The problem of supplies has been solved."

Qin Lizhi's furrowed brows relaxed as he thought of the rice and flour filling the combat room.

"You take the brothers back now. Wait for dinner later."

"how is this possible?"

"Now the mountain city is besieged, and the Japanese have us completely trapped. Even a fly flying out of the mountain city would be swatted down. How is it possible to break through?"

"The reinforcements are nowhere to be seen; where will the provisions come from?"

"Young Marshal, I understand your desire to protect your brothers, but you are the backbone of the Jin San Brigade. At this critical moment, you must consider the overall situation!"

"Does what you mean by 'considering the big picture' mean cutting your losses and trying to survive like your superiors do?"

“You lost arms and legs, but that was for the country. There’s no reason to abandon our heroes.”

"Young Marshal—"

Qian Xiaojun's eyes stung.

"Xiao Jun knows you are very understanding and righteous, but we have decided that from today onwards we will refuse to accept steamed buns!"

"Let the brothers eat our share!"

"Let our able-bodied brothers charge into battle for us."

After saying this, Qian Xiaojun led all the soldiers to sit down on the spot, close their eyes to rest, and planned to go on a hunger strike to show their determination.

The onlookers were all taken aback.

Qin Lizhi frowned.

Just then, Zhang, the adjutant who had carried the rice and flour, came over. Seeing the situation, he couldn't help but advise, "Qian Xiaojun, you don't need to help us save on food rations."

"The young marshal has already solved the rice problem for everyone. If you don't believe me, go to the kitchen and see for yourself. The rice and flour bags are piled up so high they're almost touching the ceiling of the air-raid shelter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Xiaojun looked at Deputy Zhang with suspicion.

"Lieutenant Zhang, are you telling the truth?"

Lieutenant Zhang nodded vigorously.

"That's for sure! Qian Xiaojun, get everyone up quickly. The young marshal doesn't need your help to save food."

"The young marshal said that everyone should eat their fill tonight!"

"Whoever eats the most will be rewarded with ten large steamed buns, which they can use to help their relatives and friends!"

Qian Xiaojun's eyes welled up with tears. "Young Marshal, is what Lieutenant Zhang said true?"

Qin Lizhi: "Really."

They thought that after receiving a positive response, Qian Xiaojun and the others would compromise and disperse. However, he wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes and burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, great!"

"Young Marshal, our Jin San Brigade is saved!"

"I'm genuinely happy for my brothers!"

However, they made no mention of ending the hunger strike.