Autumn in the Qilian Mountains has a solemn and solemn beauty.
If a Tang Dynasty poet had passed through this place, he would have left many famous poems.
As the saying goes, "The mountains are low and the clouds are no blue, and the land is vast and the rocks are short of water sources." However, those who are in it must not be in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
In the middle of the ditches and ridges, the soldiers of the National Defense Force had been lying down all day. Even if you dress warmly, heat is lost quickly.
But without orders, no one dared to move.
Soldiers are willing to endure any hardship in order to complete their mission.
Until in the mountains in the distance, several figures quickly ran towards them.
"Company Commander, we found the location of the horse bandit."
Zheng Chenggong had already sat up, feeling particularly excited.
"Where?"
Like Dahu, outstanding young people quickly rose to prominence in the military.
While stationed in Hami, in order to ensure regional peace, the Northwest Strategic Cluster launched a large-scale anti-bandit operation.
Although the fighting power of the horse bandits is not strong, they come and go like the wind, and they hide among the people. In many cases, the people and bandits are not distinguished, which really causes great trouble to the security of the National Defense Forces.
In response to this situation, the National Defense Forces, in cooperation with the local government in Gansu, adopted a two-pronged approach.
On the one hand, the government comes forward to organize a number of major projects to mobilize poor people and exchange them for income and food through labor.
On the one hand, the National Defense Forces launched a powerful attack to carry out a thorough attack on all bandits.
After the people got the benefits and their lives improved, they naturally cherished them very much and naturally drew a clear line with the bandits.
Not only that, the people also provided a lot of information.
After all, although these bandits hide among the people, they often regard people as the targets of robbery.
The people have long hated it, but they were helpless before.
Now that we have the support of the National Defense Forces and the government's care, of course the people are most eager to eliminate banditry.
Without the protection of the common people, these evil-doing bandits immediately had nowhere to hide in the vast neighboring area.
After more than half a year of suppressing bandits, most of the bandits have been brought to justice, and the Hexi Corridor has been cleared.
Only a few groups of the most stubborn horse bandits were left and retreated into the Qilian Mountains, trying to rely on the complex terrain of the mountains to deal with the National Defense Forces.
They consider themselves local snakes and are more familiar with the terrain here. They believe that the National Defense Forces will not dare to enter the mountains at all.
Who would have expected that the National Defense Forces have never fought any battles?
What enemy has not been defeated?
How can the mountains and horse bandits scare the National Defense Forces?
Zheng Chenggong's 143rd Company is on the front line of suppressing bandits.
The uncles and uncles above also wanted to give him a chance to practice, so they sent him to the most dangerous front line.
This is the custom in the military.
Although you can be taken care of if you have connections, if you want to get ahead, you have to show your true skills.
As for whether there will be an accident or whether he will die in battle...
When soldiers fight bloody battles on the battlefield, their bodies are wrapped in horse leather.
The birth of a general in the army is the most cruel thing, it is really a big wave. Those who can survive to the end and reach the highest level, in addition to outstanding military achievements, also need a certain amount of luck.
Zheng Chenggong is not afraid of hardship, nor is he afraid of death.
As the well-deserved number one among the graduates of Xanadu No. 1 Middle School, he was dubbed the "Proud One of Heaven" very early on.
He will never be sorry for those praises.
After coming to the Northwest Strategic Cluster, he did well. In several battles, he always charged forward and was injured but could not get out of the firing line.
One man's achievement in capturing twenty-seven horse bandits shocked the whole army.
Moreover, in several military competitions, he ranked among the best in various skills, and his military literacy far exceeded that of the same period.
The suggestions he made to his superiors many times have had a miraculous effect on optimizing the rules and regulations in the military.
If such a person is not promoted, who can be promoted?
"This group of horse bandits is in Tianwangding, which is thirty miles away. We have been chasing them fiercely during this period, and they have suffered heavy losses. They no longer dare to come out, and they have not found us yet."
The scout's report made Zheng Chenggong overjoyed.
"Okay, let everyone relax, start cooking and make a living right away, and raid the top of the Heavenly King tonight."
Since the enemy is thirty miles away, there is no danger of exposure.
Only by taking a good rest and recovering your physical fitness before the battle can you ensure a smooth battle.
After the soldiers who had been lurking for a day received the order, smiles finally appeared on their faces and they immediately got busy.
The iron pot is set up, the firewood is burning brightly, the clear soybean oil is poured into the pot, and all the ingredients are ready.
"It would be great if I could make a bowl of soup on such a cold day!"
Huang Jiaming kept talking while lighting the fire.
Luo Shuncai spat at him after hearing this.
"Making soup? What a beautiful idea. Don't even look at it. How can you make soup in this place?"
As he spoke, a large handful of chili peppers were thrown into the pot, and the choking smell immediately filled the air.
Huang Jiaming couldn't bear it, and tears came out from his cough.
"You put chili pepper in again? Don't you know how to do anything else?"
Luo Shuncai danced with the shovel.
"You said it's cold out here, so you need to eat some chili pepper to ward off the cold."
"Then there's no need to put so much chili pepper, just a little bit will be fine."
Looking at Huang Jiaming's fingers, Luo Shuncai was very disdainful.
"We Sichuan people always soak chili peppers in our drinking water. If we drink so much water, will it taste good?"
Huang Jiaming is very serious.
"It's already very spicy."
"Oh my God, it's such a waste to fry these chili peppers. Just throw them into the fire pit and burn them with white wine. It will smell delicious."
Wang Songxi also came over and was very dissatisfied with the way Luo Shuncai handled the peppers.
Angry Luo Shuncai pointed at him and cursed.
"Barbarians!"
"This is how we eat in the Northeast."
“We Cantonese don’t like chili peppers!”
Hearing his comrades chattering, Luo Shun threw the shovel away.
"You idiot, if you don't like it, you can do it yourself."
The group of people immediately fell silent.
Because except for Luo Shuncai, everyone else’s cooking skills...
The dissatisfaction was successfully suppressed, the food was quickly cooked, and the group of people got together again.
Luo Shuncai kept picking out the chili peppers with his chopsticks, putting them all into his bowl, and mixed them with rice. The more he ate, the sweeter they became.
Huang Jiaming pinched his nose and tried his best to select a place that was not red. He finally found a little bit of minced meat. He took a few deep breaths, then closed his eyes and stuffed the minced meat into his mouth, while at the same time eating the rice in big gulps.
With just one grain of minced meat, I ate half a bowl of rice, then quickly opened the kettle and drank.
Wang Song liked to take a bite of chili pepper and grinned for a long time, but he still wanted to eat it. As a result, his facial features were distorted by the spicy pepper, and he kept eating.
"You're not used to chili peppers, are you?"
Zheng Chenggong didn't know when he sat next to Huang Jiaming, and took out an iron box with him. When he opened it, it turned out to be braised pig's trotters with a rich sauce and a sweet and not greasy taste.
Huang Jiaming just took one look and couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Is this Longjiang pig's trotters?"
Zheng Chenggong pushed it to him.
"Eat it quickly. I made it myself, so I don't know if it's authentic or not."
The familiar taste entered his mouth, and Huang Jiaming couldn't stop crying.
"Company Commander, you are so kind to me."
Looking at the cute little warrior, Zheng Chenggong was very pleased.
"I'm from Fujian, and I understand the difficulties you face as soldiers here. But people have to adapt to the environment, so just accept it slowly."
"The company commander is from Fujian?"
Huang Jiaming's eyes lit up when he heard Zheng Chenggong's place of origin.
What's going on with this prodigal kid?
For some reason, Zheng Chenggong only felt chilly.
