When entering the city gate, he met comrades from the enemy's Ministry of Industry disguised as puppet troops, which made the monk cautious.
The monk followed Kong Jie into the restaurant. Seven or eight tables had been set up in the restaurant. The tables were not big. There was a square table with four benches, and two people could sit on each side, so there were eight people at each table.
Those in the central area are Japanese military officers, while those in the corners are puppet soldiers and some traitors.
At this time, the observant monk noticed that in the corner, several puppet soldiers were scratching at him one after another.
One of our own!
The monk was a little surprised in his heart. He thought that the comrades of the enemy's Ministry of Industry had developed really well. There were actually four comrades from the enemy's Ministry of Industry among the puppet army team that came to celebrate the birthday of the Japanese gendarmerie captain. .
One of them, judging from his military rank, is still the deputy platoon leader of the puppet army.
At this moment, the monk was completely relieved.
He is a highly skilled monk and has the courage to venture into the dragon's den and the tiger's den.
It's just that there is a regiment leader in front of him. As a guard, he is always worried about Kong Jie's safety, fearing that he will be unable to take care of Kong Jie with just two fists and that he will not be able to take care of him for a while.
The monk has been worried about this matter!
Even eating doesn't taste good anymore.
Now, knowing that there are many of his comrades in this restaurant, the monk calmed down.
"You brat, what are you doing? Sit at that table!"
Kong Jie took the monk to a table in the corner and sat down.
When he arrived, Kong Jie smiled and nodded at some puppet army traitors around him, looking familiar.
Although the puppet soldiers and traitors who were greeted by Kong Jie did not know Kong Jie and the monk.
But since we can sit here, we are either Japanese or traitors, so we can be considered a family, so we nodded in return.
At the table where Kong Jie and the monk chose to sit, apart from the two of them, there were two other people who had tickled the monk before.
The two of them were most cordial when they nodded towards the monk and Kong Jie.
There is no doubt that he is a comrade from the enemy's Ministry of Industry lurking in the puppet army.
At this time, the waiter in the hotel started serving food and came out of the kitchen carrying a large wooden tray with plates of stir-fried vegetables on his shoulders.
The dishes were all the same, and two waiters were busy with them.
The waiter carrying the tray started serving food from the devil's side, and then from the main table. Each table put down a plate. The first dish was very simple, fried peanuts.
When the fried peanuts were served, they looked delicious even though they were shiny and stained with salt.
The monk smacked his lips, with a look of disgust on his face.
"Brother, this little devil is too shabby. He's celebrating his birthday. Just eat some of this?"
The monk whispered.
Naturally, the names had to be changed. This was something the two of them had agreed upon early in the morning, and they would treat each other as brothers when they entered the restaurant.
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The food of the Independent Regiment is not bad, it can even be said to be the best in the entire 386th Brigade, or simply, the entire frontline combat team of the Eighth Route Army.
As for the monk who ate with Kong Jie and lived on the regiment's meals, that was not to mention.
Although Kong Jie issued a strict order, the food at the regiment headquarters must be the same as the food for the soldiers.
But Lao Wang from the cooking class is partial. Even if the food is the same, the meals cooked for the regiment always have to add a little more oil.
Lao Wang said that the group leader has to worry about the affairs of the whole group. The things carried on the shoulders and head are the heaviest, so there must be more oil and water to make up for it.
Naturally, the soldiers were all unhappy. After this back and forth, the monk's daily exercise did not fall behind, and his weight increased slowly.
Of course, the monks have put their weight on their muscles, making them stronger and stronger.
Let’s take a simple data to illustrate:
Spring of 1940.
It was approved by the boss and mentioned in the food standards for various units of the Eighth Route Army.
Each soldier is entitled to two kilograms of meat per month.
Calculating this way, if each soldier eats two taels of meat per meal, he can eat ten meals of meat in a month, one meal every three days.
How much can you get from just two ounces of meat? In other words, it only takes a few mouthfuls and is less than half the size of a fist.
And this was the food standard set in the spring of 1940. At that time, the National Army's supply to the Eighth Route Army had not been cut off, and the troops' life was still relatively good.
After the raid, the National Army cut off the supply to the Eighth Route Army, and the Japanese army frequently launched counter-mops.
This food standard has long since become an empty shell. Many frontline troops cannot even eat one meal of meat a month.
So what about the food standards of the independent group when it comes to eating meat?
After the independent regiment moved to Niukou Village and the base area stabilized, the food standards for the independent regiment approved by Kong Jie stipulated:
Soldiers must see meat every day. Every soldier has at least two pieces of meat for every lunch.
The comrades in the cooking class are good at knife skills, especially after the repair shop made several kitchen knives for each cooking class.
The pieces of meat cut by the soldiers in the cooking class are basically uniform in size.
Kong Jie even explained that the portions of these two pieces of meat must be sufficient to prevent the soldiers from thinking that I, the leader of the regiment, are stingy.
How much are these two pieces of meat?
Lao Wang from the cooking class specially weighed it, making it two and a half.
These are two big pieces of fat.
It's oily even when you bite it, and that taste lingers in your mouth all day long.
In addition to pork, eggs, chicken, duck, goose, fish, mutton, and all kinds of bacon, the cooking class is for the soldiers to change their tastes.
Kong Jie has told the logistics department to work hard in this regard.
Therefore, the cooking team of each company covers a quite large area, including pig pens, cattle pens, and areas for raising chickens, ducks, and geese.
Calculated in this way, in terms of meat consumption, the food standard for the independent regiment, calculated as 30 days per month for each soldier, is 7.5 kilograms of meat, which is 3.5 times the meat consumption standard set by the boss at that time.
And this is still the standard of food in normal times.
During the independent regiment's large-scale military training, or during combat missions, this meat-eating standard needs to be raised.
Because of this, the soldiers of the independent regiment often lamented:
In other regiments, the soldiers who followed the regiment leader were attacked by Japanese soldiers.
Our independent group is different. Following the group leader, not only are there enemies to fight with, but there is also meat to eat!
Mr. Wang from the cooking team came to Kong Jie several times and asked him, "Is it too luxurious to live like this?" How can anyone eat meat every day? In the past, it was considered good to have one meal of meat all year round.
Kong Jie replied: "Old Wang, do you know the food standards of Japanese soldiers?"
"In 1938, the basic food ration set by the Japanese Army was:
Thirteen liang of polished rice, four liang of refined wheat, four liang of fresh meat, twelve liang of vegetables, one liang of Zean, soy sauce, miso, salt, sugar, tea, sake, sweets, cigarettes, etc., everyone has a lot of them.
Let’s not talk about anything else. Let’s just talk about eating meat. This little devil can eat four taels of meat per meal. We are only letting the soldiers eat more than two taels of meat in one meal. There is still a long way to go with the little devil! "
"The conditions of our Eighth Route Army are poor and the battle is difficult. I know the situation, and I, Kong Jie, don't have much ability. I can't take care of the entire army. The only ones I can take care of right now are the soldiers of our independent regiment."
"Then I have to keep the soldiers well-fed and fight hungry. What's going on?"
"As for the logistics supply, you don't have to worry. This is a headache for me as a regiment leader. Just let the soldiers eat the meat well. I will find a way to supply it."
When Kong Jie said this, Lao Wang had nothing to say and immediately accepted the order: "Commander, since you said so, I will definitely let the soldiers eat well!"
So the food standards for the independent group were set.
When the soldiers learned about the commander's generosity, they all shouted long live the commander.
The reason why some puppet soldiers who later surrendered were willing to stay in the independent regiment was, in addition to other factors, the food aspect, it must be said, also a very important reason.
But how did Kong Jie manage to stabilize the food supply within the group?
On the one hand, it is naturally because Kong Jie has money on hand, and the art of armed commandos to seize cash flow is not something that can be practiced in vain.
In addition, during this period, the independent regiment was fighting everywhere, and various units captured a lot of things.
Coupled with Dong San and Xu Qingnian, the independent group's foreign business has gradually opened up.
With this stable source of income, Kong Jie can naturally ensure the food supply for the soldiers.
Not only that, Kong Jie had his eyes on another place a few days ago - the tiger's mouth.
The junction of Shanxi and nmg.
nmg has fertile pastures, which are natural pastures.
The cadres Kong Jie sent to kill Hukou received news a few days ago that they had made contact with the NMG guerrillas.
Kong Jie was thinking that he could do business with the guerrillas on the NMG side and raise some chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep there.
In the future, you can even build a factory near the station to produce some MSG and the like, and then take it to the county town and sell it to the little devils.
In this way, the foreign trade of the independent group can be further increased.
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Back in front of me, the monk didn't like the plate of peanuts in front of him at all.
Kong Jie smiled, lowered his voice a little, and said, "Monk, don't be impatient, all the hard food is at the back!"
"Is there any meat?"
"Definitely. Captain Yoshida is celebrating his birthday. How can he get away with less meat? I said, keep your food in check."
"Hit!" The monk smiled brightly, and quickly pushed the peanuts placed in front of him to the left, and pushed them in front of a puppet army squad leader.
The puppet squad leader vaguely heard what the monk said behind him, and his old face couldn't help but twitch, and his heart was filled with contempt:
These two bumpkins!
...Ahem, the food will be served soon, let’s eat the meat first. I’ve already paid for the gift, so I can’t let my stomach be filled with these vegetarian dishes.
The subsequent dishes were served one by one, and soon, all the dishes on the table were served.
It's not as good as the Manchu-Han banquet, but it's still a table full of dishes.
In the middle is a carp with a golden tail, and next to it is a plate of roast chicken, plus a plate of pork and pickled vegetables. These are the only three meat dishes on the table.
As soon as these three dishes were served, the monk couldn't move his eyes away, focusing mainly on the roasted chicken.
Seeing the monk on the side almost drooling, the movement became a little louder, and several puppet soldiers and traitors nearby all cast mocking glances.
Kong Jie couldn't help but kicked the monk under the table and cursed in a low voice: "Monk, can you be a good boy? You are not allowed to eat meat at home?"
The monk said: "Brother, can the situation be the same? The two pieces of meat at home are not enough for me to stuff between my teeth. Every time I try to eat something interesting, the meat in the bowl is gone. How can it be compared?" Is it as satisfying as eating a whole roasted chicken right in front of you?"
Kong Jie said happily: "There are so many brothers in the family, but you are the only one with a meat mouth. Speaking of which, aren't you a monk? This monk doesn't eat meat. Why do you come to your place and think about eating meat all day long? ?”
The monk pretended to put his hands together, recited Amitabha, and then said: "Brother, you don't understand this. Master said that when meat and wine pass through the intestines, they remain in the heart of the Buddha!"
If we martial arts practitioners don't eat more meat, how can we practice kung fu? "
Kong Jie: "..."
I was speechless for a moment.
Then, Captain Kong scolded the monk and smiled at his colleagues around him. He stood up, changed the position of the roast chicken, brought it to the monk, and said:
"Everyone, I'm sorry, my brother also has his birthday today. I want to take advantage of Captain Yoshida's birthday to eat something good. Do you have any objections?"
Most of the puppet army officers looked unhappy.
The lives of the puppet soldiers were not satisfactory.
Today is the birthday of the captain of the Japanese gendarmerie, so I wanted to give him some gifts, have a nice meal, and earn some favors from the Japanese.
Who would have thought that we would be so unlucky that we would meet two bumpkins as soon as we came here.
The soldier from the enemy's Ministry of Industry lurking in the puppet army suppressed a smile and said: "Since this little brother has passed his birthday, that's what he deserves."
"Thank you so much, brother, you are in for a treat!"
Kong Jie was not polite at all and brought the roasted chicken to the monk.
Using chopsticks, he first cut off the head and tail of the carp, and then placed the whole body on the plate in front of the monk.
Then there is the pork belly on top of the pork belly dish with pickled vegetables.
Kong Jie used his excellent chopstick skills to add half of it, four pieces of meat, into the monk's bowl.
This operation left a table full of puppet soldiers and traitors dumbfounded.
The monk didn't care about all that. He ate the roast chicken with the pork in his hands and said vaguely:
"Brother, I can eat it!"
Kong Jie said happily: "Eat, eat, it's all yours. Slow down, don't choke anymore. I told you that I would bring you here to celebrate your birthday today, can I treat you badly?"
"Why!"
When the monk heard this, he was so moved in his heart that he continued to enjoy the meal, even his mouth was not strong enough.
And what are the etiquette at this table?
No etiquette!
We all live a miserable life. It is rare to see big fish and meat on weekdays. Now I am pretending to be polite and graceful. You deserve to be unable to eat well, and you deserve to be hungry.
The puppet traitors at the table saw Kong Jie and the monk taking the lead after the food was full, and they did not dare to hesitate. They quickly stretched out their chopsticks and started eating, for fear of being late, and the bald boy finished the food in a short time.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers at other tables in the restaurant also started to use their chopsticks, until Yoshida Yuki, captain of the Japanese military police of Shouyang County, walked to the main podium and spoke.
Only then did the Japanese and puppet soldiers stop using their chopsticks.
The monk continued to eat, and Kong Jie did not stop him.
Most of the roast chicken was gone, and the meat was stuffed into his stomach. The monk was eating fish. Fish was no better than other meats, and he had to be careful about getting stuck on the thorns.
There were two large chicken drumsticks in Kong Jie's bowl, which the monk had pulled down for Kong Jie in advance.
It’s really hard for this guy, Monk, to still remember.
Now that the Japanese were talking, the other traitors in the puppet army stopped their chopsticks. Kong Jie and the monk continued to eat as if no one was around.
The puppet soldiers and traitors sitting around looked unkind, but the Japanese were talking over there, and they did not dare to stop them at will.
In addition, this seat was relatively far away, so the monk and Kong Jie continued to feast without the little devil noticing.
But he said that the monk's meal was indeed quite large. He finished most of the roast chicken and then finished the meat and fish in the bowl.
The monk raised his suspicious eyes and looked at the table. There was no trace of meat or fish in it.
"Brother, this little devil is too shabby. Who can eat just this little meat?"
The monk finished eating the meal invited by the Japanese and started to curse the Japanese.
Kong Jie glanced at the two tables next to him and said happily: "You are a worthless kid. I see that the chickens and fish on the two tables next to you haven't even touched their chopsticks. Just wait, I'll bring them over for you." Eat enough."
Kong Jie said, stood up and walked towards a table next to him, "Brother, please bring the plate of roast chicken in front of you towards me. I can't reach it."
Get up and move around.
Plus an unabashed voice.
The commotion caused by the monk and Kong Jie immediately spread in the quiet restaurant.
Unscrupulous!
This time, some Japanese officers who were eating in the central area were annoyed.
Some Japanese officers were eager to find an opportunity to curry favor with the military police captain Yoshida Yuki.
Seeing that Kong Jie and his two men were disrupting the banquet so ungratefully, he immediately shouted at Kong Jie:
"Baga, what's your situation?"
Then immediately a traitor leader jumped out, pointed at Kong Jie and cursed: "Taijun is asking you something. I think you are a bit unfamiliar. Who are you?"
Kong Jie did not answer, but shouted to the monk behind him: "Monk, are you full? If you are full, we should return the favor!"
The monk still had a mouthful of food in his mouth. He quickly stood up, turned around, rubbed his oily hands on his body, and said, "Captain, I'm full."
Leader!
As soon as this title was spoken, the Japs, puppet soldiers, and traitors all reacted with disgrace.
"When you're full, go to work and make a mess!"
Kong Jie laughed. He had already prepared two shell guns on his waist. As he spoke, he instantly pulled out the guns, opened the safety, and opened fire at the Japs who were about to draw their guns.
At that time, Kong Jie was standing on the ground, and the monk was standing on the long bench behind Kong Jie, half a body taller than Kong Jie.
The two of them stood up and down, with their backs to the last table in the restaurant, looking down at the entire place. The four shell guns were at full fire, and the guns were held horizontally to ensure that the shell guns, which were prone to ricocheting in bursts of fire, would have a fan-shaped firing surface.
Destroy the Japanese and puppet troops to the greatest extent possible.
At the same time, the soldiers from the enemy's Ministry of Industry lurking among the puppet troops and traitors also pulled out their guns at their waists and opened fire at the surrounding Japanese and puppet troops who wanted to take action.
The four comrades from the enemy's Ministry of Industry were very particular about their positions, with two people distributed in the left area and two people distributed in the right area.
When firing, work in pairs, back to back, to control the entire surrounding area.
The firepower of the four men is not weak, each has two ten-shot shell guns.
After the soldiers at the city gate conveyed the news that regiment commander Kong Jie had entered the city, the enemy's engineering department immediately made arrangements. The comrade who entered the restaurant to congratulate the Japanese military police captain on his birthday was a comrade from the enemy's engineering department in Shouyang. The arrangement was made to ensure the safety of the group leader Kong Jie.
The enemy's Ministry of Industry soldiers who were able to sneak into the county were all elite members of the independent regiment.
At this moment, six people were controlling the field, and no one of the fifty or sixty Japs and puppet troops in the entire restaurant dared to act rashly.
The Japanese military police captain Yoshida Yuki who was standing on the stage was giving a speech. Seeing the sudden change in the situation, he was about to turn around and run away. Kong Jie raised his hand and shot Yoshida Yuki directly between the eyebrows.
Japanese Major Yuki Yoshida died on the spot.
Needless to say, Kong Jie's side launched a unilateral massacre.
The people passing by outside the restaurant only heard loud gunshots in the restaurant. After a while, it became quiet again.
…
"Captain, as soon as the gunshots are fired, the gendarmerie and the puppet garrison will definitely rush towards Zuixianglou as soon as possible. You should evacuate as soon as possible!"
Only the last six figures were left in the restaurant. said a soldier from the enemy's Ministry of Industry.
The monk wrapped the two roast chickens in paper and put them in his arms. He turned around and asked, "What about you?"
"Don't worry, company commander, we have our own way. This time you and the regiment commander made a big fuss in Zuixianlou, basically killing all the Japs and puppet army officers in Shouyang County in the restaurant. This time Maybe it’s a good thing for our enemy engineering department!”
The situation was urgent, so Kong Jie did not hesitate and called out to the monk.
He said to the other four: "Comrades are lurking inside the enemy and are always surrounded by crises. Thank you for your hard work. I still say the same thing. The Independent Regiment will always be your backing. You must be careful in everything!"
"Yes, captain, please rest assured, we promise to complete the mission!"
"Monk, you have some potential... retreat!"
"Why!"
I picked up a pair of roasted chickens. I had eaten too much before, and I looked like a monk who was six months pregnant. I responded and hurriedly followed.
When Kong Jie and the monk evacuated, four comrades from the enemy's Ministry of Industry in the restaurant fired a few more shots at random near the restaurant.
"Don't let them get away!"
One soldier shouted, even rushed out of the restaurant and fired randomly into the air in the empty alley outside.
Several other soldiers were kicking the corpses of Japanese, puppet soldiers, and traitors in the restaurant to see if anyone was still breathing, and if so, they would add two more shots.
After this series of things were done, several soldiers became cruel and shot themselves in the shoulder.
The shopkeeper and several waiters hid behind the counter until the gunfire stopped completely, and then their heads emerged from behind the counter.
"Is everything done?" the shopkeeper asked, with a strangely calm expression on his face.
"It's over. It's been confirmed that all the Japanese and traitors in this restaurant are dead. The little Japanese will come here soon. Lao Zhou, it's up to you to watch your performance."
The shopkeeper smiled and nodded, then scolded: "This monk is too shameless. How can he run around with the leader? But having said that, if the leader and the others hadn't come here this time, we really wouldn't be able to find him. To get rid of so many Japanese and traitors at once.
Once these puppet and Japanese officers are dead, the development of our Shouyang County Enemy Industry Department will go even more smoothly. "
The alley outside the restaurant soon became lively, and there were large groups of Japanese and puppet troops rushing towards the restaurant...
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