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Chapter 17 With him around, no one can go on a hunger strike.

Qin Lizhi's pupils darkened instantly, and in that instant of eye contact, he understood Qian Xiaojun's meaning.

He felt that the claim of having enough rice and flour was a lie, and he wanted to save the food to give his able-bodied brothers more opportunities to live.

"Qian Xiaojun!"

The cold, sharp voice fell like a stone.

Qian Xiaojun was startled. "Yes! Your subordinate is here!"

"Do you think I'm lying to you? The rice and flour I got aren't enough to feed and water all the brothers?"

Qian Xiaojun stammered, "I...I didn't..."

As a soldier, and a veteran at that, he knew better than anyone the consequences of undermining morale.

Therefore, his words were ambiguous.

"You say no, but you really think so in your heart."

"it is good."

"You stubbornly oppose me, so today I will punish you—"

Before Qin Lizhi could finish speaking, Qian Xiaojun obediently bowed down, "Qian Xiaojun accepts the punishment."

"No matter what punishment the young marshal imposes, Qian Xiaojun will accept it wholeheartedly!"

But next second.

Qin Lizhi said, "I punish all the brothers by making them go on a hunger strike with you. When you finish eating, all the brothers will eat."

"As long as you live, all the brothers in the army will live."

"If you starve yourself to death, then all the brothers in the army will be buried with you!"

His words were met with enthusiastic approval from the others.

"Yes, the young marshal is right!"

We accept the penalty!

The sound that echoed through the air-raid shelter brought tears to Qian Xiaojun's eyes, making them redden, burn, and sting.

He knelt down and crawled a few steps, anxiously trying to explain something, but Qin Lizhi kicked him away.

The man's handsome face tightened inch by inch, and he said coldly, "Qian Xiaojun, you stay here and reflect on your actions!"

After saying that, the tall, imposing figure walked out.

In the kitchen.

The scene is already bustling with activity.

Because of the shortage of manpower, Lieutenant Zhang dispatched a lot of people to help, and also had someone spread the word that there was a lot of rice and flour in the kitchen.

These words quickly reached Qian Xiaojun's ears.

"Captain Qian, are we mistaken? Er Gouzi just came to say that there's enough rice and flour in the kitchen to feed our entire army for half a month!"

Qian Xiaojun didn't believe it.

He let out a long sigh and said, "This is just a trick by the young marshal to trick us into having dinner."

"Have you seen anyone from our mountain town successfully escape the enemy's encirclement?"

"Never."

"The enemy wouldn't even let a fly go, so why would they let so much grain into the valley?"

"Whoa!"

The speaker was discouraged; his deeply lined face looked even more weathered and miserable.

Unlike the atmosphere at the entrance of the air-raid shelter, the entire kitchen was filled with excitement.

Lifting the lid of the large pot, one by one, soft and fluffy steamed buns were taken out of the pot amidst the rising steam.

A large, dark hand picked up the plump, white steamed buns and tossed them one by one into the bamboo basket.

"Quickly, put the dough balls into the steamer."

"Pour the white porridge from the other pot!"

"Bring out the first batch of congee and steamed buns, so everyone can eat their fill!"

"Hey, good!"

Pots of white porridge and steamed buns were steamed out.

The soft, white steamed buns were slowly steaming inside the bamboo basket.

The soldiers who were kitchen helpers carried the steamed buns directly to the entrance of the air-raid shelter with their buttocks sticking out.

The aroma of wheat and the fragrance of white porridge seemed to have legs, constantly wafting into my nose.

The people in the air-raid shelter couldn't help but swallow.

The steamed buns smell so good, and the rice porridge is so sweet!

It's been a long time since we've had such fresh food since we were besieged by the enemy.

The last time I cooked something in the kitchen was half a month ago.

For the past two weeks, they have survived on a quarter of a serving of dry steamed buns each day.

Finally, we get to see fluffy, soft steamed buns and melt-in-your-mouth rice porridge.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned like wolves as they all looked at Old Liu.

Old Liu asked, "What are you all waiting for?"

"Hurry up and come get your steamed buns and congee!"

"You bunch of rascals, have you been blinded by this delicious smell?!"

As he spoke, Old Liu shoved the two steamed buns into the hands of the nearest soldier.

The soldier waved his hands repeatedly, quickly stuffing the steamed bun back into Old Liu's hand. "No, no, Uncle Liu, the young marshal said that none of us can eat it. He's punishing us to go on a hunger strike with Captain Qian!"

Old Liu was immediately dumbfounded.

Their gaze swept past the crowd who were desperately swallowing their saliva while suppressing their rumbling stomachs, and landed on Qian Xiaojun's face.

"Little Qian, are you fucking crazy?"

"You're leading this group of disabled brothers on a hunger strike?"

"Is what you're doing even human?"

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Don't drag the other brothers into this saintly act!"

"Do we need to save our food rations from your wretched mouths?"

"You little brat, are you trying to drag the entire Jin San Brigade to their deaths?!"

"Look at these brothers, they've been starving for half a month. The way they look at steamed buns and porridge is like wolves!"

"You don't want to eat, right?"

"Someone, hold him down! I'll be the first to stuff food into his mouth!"

In the blink of an eye, two able-bodied soldiers immediately grabbed Qian Xiaojun and restrained his struggling without saying a word.

Old Liu stepped forward, broke open the fluffy steamed bun, then pried open Qian Xiaojun's chin and stuffed the bun inside.

"Hehe, Qian Xiaojun, for the sake of all the brothers in the army, you have to eat today whether you like it or not!"

Qian Xiaojun struggled violently, but he was no match for the strength of the three people. He shook his head and tried desperately to push his tongue out.

This didn't stump Lao Liu either; he punched Qian Xiaojun in the stomach.

The excruciating pain eased his throat, allowing him to swallow a mouthful of steamed bun without difficulty.

Once you get the first bite, the rest of the bites go much more smoothly.

The disabled brothers around him were enraged and went forward to pull him away.

"Old Liu, what are you trying to do?"

"Aren't we on a hunger strike for the sake of everyone?"

"Pooh!"

Old Liu released Qian Xiaojun, who clutched his stomach and convulsed on the ground in pain.

"Do we need your help to save our food rations?"

"There's plenty of food in the kitchen! If you don't believe me, come with me!"

"I, Lao Liu, have worked hard to cook this meal today. If you don't eat it, you're disrespecting me!"

"If you don't eat, I'll force-feed you the same way I fed Qian Xiaojun!"