430 recruits, both male and female, stood upright in front of the dining table.
On the table, the white porcelain bowl and the bloody chunks of raw beef created a strong visual contrast, making some people feel uncomfortable in their stomachs, vomiting, and frowning.
At this time, most Chinese people were not used to eating raw meat, not to mention the raw meat with blood in front of them.
"Actually, beef can be eaten raw. If it has been processed at low temperature, it is very safe. If you eat it occasionally, it tastes pretty good."
Liu Shiheng, who came from Hong Kong City, muttered in a low voice, then frowned at the pair of daggers placed on both sides of the white porcelain bowl, thinking that if they were replaced with Western-style knives and forks, they would probably be more presentable.
"Then I think it's better to cook it and make it into beef noodles, or beef vermicelli..." Wen Jifei said.
Afraid that he would directly order food on the spot after finishing speaking, Han Qingyu quickly pulled him and signaled him to be quiet.
The recruit camp adopted an absolutely high-pressure policy towards these people. Han Qingyu had already figured this out last night. A person who could not withstand violence and high pressure would never be able to stand in front of Dajian.
That kind of psychological oppression and fear, that kind of violent feeling of fighting, is really too big and terrifying.
"How do you eat this?! Dogs don't eat raw food, do they?" A few rows away, a recruit who was probably more pampered complained, his voice a little louder.
The recruits all around who had the same resentment immediately nodded in agreement.
The discussion is about to start...
"Then you don't want to fucking eat it." At the door of the kitchen, an old man who looked about sixty years old, with short buzzcut and gray hair, wearing a military chef's uniform, rushed out.
He is lame in his right leg, but he walks very quickly.
With a very angry attitude, the old man walked up to the recruit, grabbed the meat in his bowl and bit off a piece of it, chewed it fiercely in his mouth, swallowed it, then picked up the bowl and slurped the blood at the bottom of the bowl. Drink it all in one gulp.
Then, the old man shouted out the door: "34473."
A yellow native dog ran in, howling in response.
The old man threw the remaining beef in his hand.
34473 opened his mouth to catch it, wagged his tail, turned around and walked away.
"Feeding you trash is better than feeding a dog." The old man muttered and walked back lamely. Halfway through, he suddenly raised his head and swung his arms and yelled, "Eat if you like, get out if you don't!"
In the huge restaurant, no one dared to say anything.
Only the veterans watching outside the restaurant were whispering:
"This is my first meal today, no wonder...it's fun."
"Master Geng is still as hated as ever, haha."
"Yeah, remember I hated him before."
"It's 34473 again. Alas, it's just that the black dog turned into a yellow dog... By the way, I heard someone said that Mr. Geng seemed to have raised three dogs, and all three of them had this strange number name."
"Shh," the person next to him pulled him and whispered, "Be careful what you say, didn't you hear? This is actually a number... Do you know whose number this is?"
A group of people turned to look at him.
The man looked around and said:
"Someone happened to see it later in our issue. This string of numbers was actually...Instructor Zhang Daoan's official number when he enlisted in the army to wear armor.
"Unexpected, right? Also, don't look at the age difference between Master Geng and Instructor Zhang. They were in the same team back then...shh."
The veterans actually have their own canteen, but some of them still like to hang out with the recruits when they have nothing to do. Maybe it’s because they are really busy and they can have some fun here, or maybe it’s because everything here can remind them of things from the past and people they lost on the road.
"Master Geng, Master Geng, wait."
The veterans crowded in from the door, bared their teeth and smiled, passed the queue of recruits, and walked to the lame old man.
"Master Geng, is there any beef left? Make me a bowl of beef soup."
"Master Geng, I want to eat the beef noodles you made."
"I've thought about it too, Master Geng."
They were like a group of naughty grandsons who came back after growing up, laughing and making trouble around the old man, making willful requests.
"Eat, eat, eat, eat your mother's milk, you are a bunch of bastards." The old man still scolded him. After the scolding, he was not angry. He turned around and said at the same time: "Wait."
After saying that, the old man entered the kitchen.
The veterans sat down laughing.
"If this were a regular army, this would never be possible. The old man is just like a slave in front of the veterans. Like us, he only knows how to dominate." Someone in the back row muttered dissatisfiedly and said, "None of them treat us as human beings." .”
Listening to him speak, it seemed like he was about to shed tears of grievance.
Wen Jifei still wanted to order some food...
But when he turned around, he found that Han Qingyu beside him had already sat down. He had a dagger in his left and right hands, cut off a piece of raw beef, and put it into his mouth with the tip of the knife.
After chewing carefully for a few times, he raised his head and said, "It's not bad. Eat it, otherwise you won't have the energy to train."
After saying that, Han Qingyu lowered his head and continued to cut the meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it, neither hastily nor slowly, but just kept repeating it.
"Aren't you disgusted? Qingzi." Wen Jifei asked after trying a piece.
When he was asking questions, the sounds of retching or real vomiting in the restaurant, especially those of female soldiers, came and went... After all, he was not used to it. Someone asked if they could have some hot water, but no one answered.
"A bit." Han Qingyu responded and immediately shut his mouth.
"I can not eat."
"No, I have to eat."
In fact, mixing raw meat with blood and water is indeed a bit disgusting, but at least Han Qingyu believed that the troops must have their own intentions in doing this, but they were just to torture the recruits' nerves, and they were unwilling to explain.
In the end, most people tried this breakfast, and many people like Han Qingyu and Wen Jifei ate the entire piece of raw beef.
Of course, most of them did not eat in the end, or only ate a little bit, or ate and then vomited it up. They wanted to hold on and wait for lunch.
Anyway, the training announcement in the morning was not to go to the training ground, but to the army auditorium, so it shouldn't be a big expense.
On the way to the auditorium, Wen Jifei suddenly came over and motioned to Han Qingyu to pat his pocket.
Han Qingyu took a picture and guessed that it was half a piece of beef.
It turned out that he hadn't finished eating yet, so he secretly cut a big piece and hid it. Han Qingyu was a little confused and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Anyway, it's August and the sun is bright. I'll find a place to put it on a stone and bake it in a while." Wen Jifei said.
The army doesn't let new recruits get angry. After eating the welcome noodles yesterday, they warned them repeatedly and confiscated everything that should be collected.
If you have a craving for cigarettes and want to smoke... you can ask a veteran to borrow a cigarette.
…………
"Borrow a cigarette." In the auditorium, Wen Jifei pinched the cigarette case and said, "I just saw two people who went to borrow cigarettes, and they were treated like dogs by the veterans. I'd better stop smoking. I'm not addicted anyway."
The 430-person auditorium was buzzing with excitement.
Then, a figure walked in.
A moment of silence.
Zhang Daoan's burly body sat in the front row, protruding like an oval marble ball.
The person who took the stage was a young officer in his late twenties or late twenties.
