There were a few dry branches burning, with a casserole on them.
The water in the casserole was rippling in circles, and I didn't know what kind of ingredients were exposed on the water. It was just too early, and there was no aroma.
But at this time, there was a Cantonese soldier next to him who was holding a jacket and pointing it at the fire and said "Pu" softly.
This "Pulu" is an onomatopoeia in Northeastern dialect. To put it bluntly, it is actually the onomatopoeia produced when shaking clothes.
Of course, one can also interpret "Pule" as "fanning".
If you shake a piece of clothing with both hands, won't it make a "thumping" or "fluttering" sound?
And this is the secret of the Northeastern dialect. It says holding a piece of clothing against the fire and fanning it, but how can it be said to hold a piece of clothing against the fire to "make it pure"?
"Are they in Gaha?" Guo Baoyou asked Chu Tian beside him in a low voice. He didn't quite understand what the Cantonese army was doing.
"I don't know." Chu Tian shook his head and he didn't understand. At this time, the female student whispered, "Make soup."
Make soup? The female student's answer made Mr. Wang and the others look at each other in confusion.
Make soup? Although Northeastern people all talk about making soup, such as making soup with big bones, this does not mean that they do not understand what making soup means.
Isn’t that just putting the ingredients in water and boiling them? Of course, the Northeastern people make big bone soup to boil out the marrow oil in the big bones, while the Cantonese people make soup to bring out the umami flavor of the ingredients.
But it doesn’t matter what you want to eat, but is it appropriate to drink soup at this time?
Along with the Guangdong army, they only broke out of the encirclement of a group of Japanese troops, but now they collided with another Japanese army in front, and fighting started again in front.
If there is a fight, then it is a fight. The Guangdong officers and soldiers have not had a mouthful of rice water since it got dark yesterday!
Therefore, it is understandable that the Guangdong army started to eat some rations at this time.
But what about making soup? This throw is too slow!
Northeastern people make soup to stew those big bones until they are tender. Nowadays, there is no pressure cooker, so it must take an hour or two.
It is possible for Cantonese people to cook soup for at least a few hours or as long as a day and a night.
However, although it is unreasonable for people to make soup at this time, the problem is that Mr. Wang and the others cannot say anything. The reason is that there are about ten people standing next to the fire making soup. If there are officials and soldiers, Forget it, there happened to be an officer with the highest rank among them.
It would be accurate to say that he was an officer, but the most accurate statement is that there was a general of the Cantonese army, who was actually a commander of the Cantonese army named Deng.
The military commander wants to make soup, so who dares to object?
"Want to make soup? Don't be impatient. Brothers, when we rush out, I'll treat you all to a taste of the soup!" Commander Deng said with a smile, and then glanced at Mr. Wang and the others, but he didn't pay attention to what was ahead. The sound of gunfire was taken seriously.
These words were directed at Mr. Wang and others, and Mr. Wang and others could only say "yes".
What can they say? Military divisions, brigade, regiments, battalions, companies, platoons, and soldiers. Although they are not the same army, these soldiers are really far away from the commander level!
However, just after Commander Deng turned his attention away, Qian Chuaner secretly touched Wang Lao Mao, who was standing next to him, with his elbow. The two looked at each other, but Wang Lao Mao could only say: Mian Xian smiled bitterly.
What can Mr. Wang do?
Originally, Mr. Wang led his group of men to surprise the commanding heights guarded by the Japanese army.
The battle they fought was so powerful. The Cantonese army came up and occupied the commanding heights, and then set up heavy machine guns and light machine guns on it. With that fire cover, the Japanese army that was originally blocking them was defeated at that time. , the Cantonese army broke out of the Japanese blockade.
Originally, Mr. Wang and the others were going to run to the flanks, but the Cantonese army used their heavy machine guns to fire forward, and the Japanese army ran to the flanks to avoid the fire.
In this case, how could Mr. Wang dare to escape as planned? They had no choice but to follow the Guangdong army and run south.
Since Wang Laomao and the others had made a surprise attack on the commanding heights of the Japanese army, they had accomplished a great feat. Commander Deng called them over, but Wang Laomao also took the opportunity to make a small request. He asked Guangdong The army asked for some rations.
In fact, the Guangdong army doesn't have much rations anymore, but without rations, wouldn't it be easy for thousands of troops to get some food for these thirty or so people? Mr. Wang and the others were quite full after eating.
But just when Mr. Wang was looking for an excuse to take his people away, Commander Deng said he wanted to treat them to soup!
He is an army commander, and Mr. Wang doesn’t want to be toasted and punished with a drink.
So the current situation emerged.
"Sir, I'm going to relieve myself!" The little dustpan couldn't afford the soup-making Commander Deng, so he finally raised his hand and reported.
Then he didn't care whether others understood or not, he turned around and ran to a small forest nearby.
The little dustpan started by talking about relieving oneself. How can Northeastern people have the patience of Cantonese people to drink soup?
"I'll go too!" Hu Zhuzhu raised his hand and he turned around and ran away.
As a result, Qin Chuan, Ma Tianfang, Chu Tian, Ma Erhuzi, and others followed suit.
In the end, the only ones standing next to the fire and watching Commander Deng praise the soup were Wang Laomao, Ju Hongxia and the female student.
At this time, Old Man Wang also raised his hand, but he said to Commander Deng: "Sir, I'm going to go too. At this age, my kidneys are not good and I urinate frequently!"
Then, he turned around and ran away. As a result, the two female soldiers were the only ones left by the fire.
The two female soldiers also wanted to run away, but they really had no reason. After all, the male soldiers were there to relieve themselves!
In the woods, although the male soldiers were relieving themselves, they were also talking in low voices.
"Uncle Wang, should we run away?" Little Dustpan asked Mr. Wang, but Mr. Wang had already lit his cigarette.
"Run, we have to find a way to get those two women over!" Mr. Wang took a deep drag on his cigarette before answering.
"How did we get this done? Besides, we can't run away so blatantly, right? I think it would be great if we could be with this military commander.
Didn’t we originally serve as guards for the commander of our Northeast Army?
It is always safe to be near a high official. "At this time, Chen Hanwen put forward a different view.
"Quickly pull them down! Seeing that we are losing the battle, do you think that those who are in charge will not go to the front line?
Besides, they are from Cantonese and we are from Northeast China. How dare you guarantee that they won’t let us go to the front? "Qiu Bo retorted directly.
Chen Hanwen remained silent.
"What the hell are you doing to get two girls into a cocoon?" Wang Lao Mao sighed, "How about we just run away along the urethra?"
When Mr. Wang said this, everyone looked strange. Who can be blamed for this?
Everyone was at a loss when they suddenly heard the sharp whistle of cannonballs flying in the air.
They were all veterans. As soon as they heard the sound of the cannon, they knew that the cannonball was not coming to them, but everyone ran to the edge of the woods to see where the cannonball landed.
The woods were not that big. When they ran to the edge of the woods, they saw that the cannonball had exploded, whether far or close to where Commander Deng was making soup.
From a distance, the place where the soup was poured was not within the explosion range of the cannonball. From a close distance, although no one could be exploded, the fist-sized clods of soil that exploded were thrown into the air. You can see the parabolic trajectory of the clods. It will definitely hit the land of praise!
That was the soup, not the steamed white steamed buns. If the steamed buns fell to the ground and the dirt on them blew, it would be okay to eat them. But if the casserole was knocked over, who would be able to pick it up?
"It's the little devil's test shot, Hongxia, you two girls, come here quickly!" At this time, Mr. Wang suddenly pulled his neck and shouted.
If you want to say that Mr. Wang’s little daughter-in-law is really not in vain, Ju Hongxia was so frightened by the Japanese bombardment that she pulled the female student to the ground, but now when she heard that Mr. Wang, he pulled the female student He got up and ran towards the woods as hard as he could.
When those Guangdong officers and soldiers saw that the Japanese army was shelling them, why were they making soup? There were guards protecting Commander Deng, so they ran away elsewhere. At this time, the Japanese army was shelling them, so those people couldn't get together!
As soon as Mr. Wang Chutian saw the two female soldiers coming, he rushed out of the woods to pick them up. This was good, but whose wife was being protected by whom.
At this moment, the Japanese artillery fired one after another.
The frequency of shelling is not very high, but the problem is that the shelling is really going to the place where the soup is made!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mr. Wang threw Ju Hongxia to the ground and pinned him down, while Chu Tian also protected the female student.
But when they looked up again, they saw that in the smoke and dust of the explosion, the casserole really flew up. If it was not broken, it should have been blown away by the airflow of the explosion.
But when the casserole was turned over, a curved stream of water spilled out. After all, the soup couldn't be cooked.
