Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 536 A Feat of No Casualties! [Please Subscribe! Please Vote!]

Stop giving me that bullshit!

"Let me tell you, it's no use for you to resist here!"

"Even if you don't confess, the supplies will be delivered soon!"

"But you... you're dead now, aren't you? You can't go back, can you? You'll have to stay here with us for the next few days, right?"

Upon hearing this, the reconnaissance battalion commander shuddered, a sense of foreboding washing over him, causing him to stammer out his reply.

"Comrade, don't be impulsive!"

"What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? Humph!"

The two officers from the 116th Division exchanged a glance, smiled crookedly, and then made a ferocious statement.

"If you don't hand over the supplies, you'll be starving for the next few days!"

"Who told you to hide all the supplies? It's reasonable to prioritize the supplies sent up to those still participating in the exercise, isn't it?"

"If you ask me, your 149th Division is extremely rude and unprofessional!"

"You took the position, and you even took the supplies with you, and you're stealing our stuff!"

"What are you trying to do? Eat and take?"

Upon hearing this, the reconnaissance battalion commander's mind immediately went into complete chaos.

"What did you say?"

"The position has been captured?"

Seeing the horrified look on the reconnaissance battalion commander's face, the lieutenant colonel of the 116th Division glared and snorted coldly.

What are you still pretending for?

"You don't know what you've done?"

"This exercise only involved our two divisions, and our artillery positions were destroyed. If it wasn't you who did it, then who was?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant!"

The reconnaissance battalion commander waved his hands excitedly, and after a long pause, he emphasized with some difficulty.

"My men have been trapped in the woods the whole time. When did they get to your artillery positions?"

"And that supply you mentioned."

"I haven't even left the woods, how am I supposed to get your supplies?"

The reconnaissance battalion commander's mind began to race as he pondered the unbelievable situation before him!

The supply positions, combined with their experience of being trapped in the forest
Could it be that the division commander has sent out an extra group of scouts, with the same target as this artillery position?
Are we just pawns thrown out by our teachers to attract attention?
Yes!

That must be it!

The division commander's command style has always been like this: each step is tightly linked and airtight. He probably anticipated that our operation would not go smoothly, which is why he arranged an extra group of surprise troops!
It must be said that the reconnaissance battalion commander had strong analytical skills, but none of his analyses were correct.
The "surprise troops" he thought of were not sent by Guan Jiwu, and Guan Jiwu didn't even know of their existence!

Similarly, the 116th Division was also completely unaware that many of its members were still searching among the reconnaissance battalion commander's group, trying to find that infamous "living father"!

However, the existence of Zhao Weihong and her group was soon no secret.

The leaders in the directing department have clearly taken note of the movements of Zhao Weihong and her group.

Even if they did not inform the 116th Division of this situation, the staff of the 116th Division could still analyze, based on the clues left by Zhao Weihong and his group, that there was still an active enemy force in their rear when they were summarizing and reviewing the incident!

The reconnaissance battalion commander was also aware of this.

As one of the "victims" of this operation, the reconnaissance battalion commander was well aware of this.

If there really was a so-called "surprise force," then it would be absolutely impossible for them to break through from the front of the artillery position.

Because the 116th Division's defenses here were so tight, the reconnaissance battalion commander was repeatedly beaten black and blue and suffered a crushing defeat when he tried to break through the encirclement.

If the 116th Division has not yet discovered the existence of this "surprise force," it can only prove that they have successfully broken through from other directions and most likely have not alerted the 116th Division's support troops!

This, combined with the accounts of the two officers from the 116th Division regarding the inexplicably lost supplies, further supports this conclusion.
The next second, the reconnaissance battalion commander's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he hurriedly lowered his head, afraid that the officers of the 116th Division would notice the change in his expression.

Commander, you've played a truly grand strategy!
After his initial reflection, the reconnaissance battalion commander was instantly filled with deep regret.

Because of a lack of understanding of the situation, the reconnaissance battalion commander had already revealed some intelligence during the conversation.

The fact that the two officers of the 116th Division haven't reacted yet doesn't mean they'll never react!

We need to find a way to make up for it!

"Phew, never mind, I won't tease you anymore!"

"We took the stuff, but don't expect us to hand it over."

"These are all spoils of war that we took before we were killed in action."

"Comrades, isn't it a bit inappropriate to ask a dead man where the spoils of war are?"

Seeing the inconsistent behavior of the reconnaissance battalion commander, the two officers of the 116th Division were stunned for a moment, and then flew into a rage!

"Finally have the courage to admit it? I thought you were going to stick to your guns."

"I'll ask you one more time, did you take the supplies?"

"Yes!"

Did you steal the items?

".yes!"

"Did you take the iron pot from the mess hall?"

"."

The reconnaissance battalion commander took a deep breath and squeezed out a "yes" through gritted teeth, while inwardly cursing.

Who did this job?

That's so rough! What are you doing carrying an iron pot?

It's no wonder that the two officers of the 116th Division were so angry.

If your livelihood is stolen, who wouldn't be angry?

"Okay! Did you all hear that?"

"Once the exercise is over, I'm definitely going to the directing department and sue you!"

"You guys even stole some stuff? Are you bandits?"

at the same time.

With the light of dawn breaking, Zhao Weihong finally saw the entire group and noticed that some of the items carried by certain comrades were somewhat abstract.

"You wait a moment."

"Wang Fei, call over that kid who's balancing a pot lid on his head."

"Let the brothers rest a bit more, have something to eat, set up the sentry posts, and then continue on our way in twenty minutes."

"Yes!"

Soon, a soldier with a still somewhat youthful face and two pistols on his shoulders, who was clearly a newly promoted sergeant, came up to Zhao Weihong with a grin.

"Platoon Leader Zhao, you were looking for me?"

Zhao Weihong scrutinized him for a while before confidently saying, "I remember you. You're from the Sixth Company, right?"

"Yes!"

Seeing that Zhao Weihong actually remembered him, the soldier's smile became even brighter.

Among the companies of the 446th Regiment, Zhao Weihong had the highest reputation.

Aside from two consecutive kills, it's probably six consecutive kills.

This is all thanks to the "vigorous promotion" by the two commanding officers of the Sixth Company, which has inspired the soldiers of the Sixth Company to take Zhao Weihong as their role model and work hard ever since the assessment ended.

Over time, Zhao Weihong, this towering monument, has become an idol in the hearts of almost everyone in the Sixth Company!

This scene could be considered a unique "fan meeting," how could the young soldier not be excited?

However, Zhao Weihong was not in the same good mood as him.

"The retreat was rather rushed, and I didn't pay attention to what you were carrying."

"Can you explain to me what that pot on your head is for?"

Upon hearing this, the young soldier blinked and then replied matter-of-factly.

"The cook!"

Zhao Weihong: "."

Seeing that Zhao Weihong looked somewhat "uncomfortable," the young soldier began to explain with great conviction.

"Platoon Leader Zhao, look, there are still a few hours left before the first day of the exercise officially ends."

"We need to remain behind enemy lines for at least another three or four days."

"We can't just eat self-heating biscuits and compressed biscuits every day these days, can we? Eating too much of that stuff can cause constipation, which is awful!"

"You have to eat some stew or something to warm your stomach and have the energy to fight!"

"How can we cook stew without a pot?"

"My comrade also packed more than a dozen cabbages in a box, plus two large bags of vermicelli."

"Once we shake off the enemy, we can make two big pots of pork stew with vermicelli!"

Upon hearing this, even Zhao Weihong, a seasoned foodie, couldn't help but swallow hard and asked in surprise.

"Are you a cook?"

"no!"

The young soldier quickly shook his head, causing the iron pot on his head to spin around like an umbrella.

"However, I often helped out in the kitchen and even learned how to build a smokeless stove!"

"While the food may not taste delicious, it will definitely not be a waste of ingredients!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong could no longer contain herself. She excitedly slapped her thigh, swallowed hard, and gave the order!

"Wang Fei! Tell the whole team! Don't eat anything, just have something light to eat!"

"Let's keep going. Once we're completely safe, we'll have pork stew with vermicelli!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Fei stared wide-eyed, not even asking Zhao Weihong where the pork stew with vermicelli came from, and happily ran out to deliver the message.

Their team also resumed their march.

Zhao Weihong was cunning; she didn't recklessly lead her team straight back.

Instead, they took a diagonal route and eventually arrived at the highway where they had first ventured deep into the exercise area, and then ran wildly along the road.

After a forced march of more than four hours, the large warehouse where the exercise equipment had been received finally appeared before Zhao Weihong.

From a distance, Zhao Weihong spotted the sentry standing guard at the warehouse entrance.

These sentries were not personnel of the 116th Division, but rather support personnel of the Dingshan Base itself. Even if Zhao Weihong and his group were indeed encountered by them in the forest, these people would not leak intelligence to the 116th Division.

These support personnel could also help Zhao Weihong create a "blind spot" effect, allowing her to avoid possible raids by the 116th Division.

Of course, the necessary covert work still needs to be done.

Zhao Weihong led the team for another two kilometers, and even risked crossing the road once before stopping in the woods to the left and behind the warehouse.

There was absolutely no need for Zhao Weihong to give the order.

The moment they stopped, the panting soldiers, disregarding their physical exhaustion, rushed over excitedly, shouting, "I want pork stew with vermicelli!"

The intense march, coupled with yesterday's continuous fighting, had pushed their energy and physical strength to the limit.

What has kept them going until now is a steaming bowl of pork stew with vermicelli!
"I'll dig a smokeless stove!"

"I'll go open the cans!"

"I'll go chop the cabbage!"

soon.

Joyful flames leaped up in the smokeless stove pit, gradually spreading a thin layer of white mist on the ground, which then dissipated into the distance with the breeze through the forest.

Two large boxes of bottled water were poured into two iron pots. The soldiers held cabbages, their eyes wide, ready to follow the "chef's" instructions and pour the cabbages into the pots at any time.

Actually, using bottled water for cooking is a luxury, since drinking water is a scarce resource for their team.

Neither Zhao Weihong nor Platoon Leader Zhou raised any objection to this behavior.

Obviously.

They both felt that the soldiers who had been following them all day needed a good meal to comfort them.

"Serve the food!"

This excited, trembling command was like a signal, instantly rousing the soldiers who had been waiting in ambush!
The cabbage was not washed; the outer skin was simply peeled off and the cabbage was shredded.

Combined with authentic sweet potato noodles and freshly opened canned braised pork, along with various seasonings they "captured," it gradually brews into a pot of tempting delicacies.

The vermicelli and pork tumbled and boiled on the surface of the cabbage, spreading their aroma to every corner of the woods with a "glug-glug" sound.

As soon as the command to "eat" was given, the eager soldiers swarmed around the two pots, picking up a mouthful of noodles and cabbage with their chopsticks and placing it in the middle of the already broken steamed buns, taking a big bite!
The cabbage and glass noodles, soaked in the broth, instantly release a rich aroma in the mouth, while also enhancing the wheat flavor of the steamed bun, creating a unique taste.

Many soldiers were scalded by the hot food and kept exhaling, but they were reluctant to spit out the food in their mouths. They took a couple of breaths to try to cool the food down, then swallowed the food in their mouths all at once, followed by another big mouthful.

To be honest, the two pots of pork stew with vermicelli didn't taste very good, and the steamed buns were leftovers from the previous day.

Perhaps because they had been wrapped in plastic bags for so long, the steamed buns the soldiers ate had a strange taste.

But this did not affect the soldiers' appetite in the slightest, nor did it prevent them from thinking that this was the best meal they had ever eaten.

Perhaps it was the taste of victory that made this hastily prepared dish taste even better, or perhaps the empty stomachs made the soldiers lose their precise perception of the food's flavor.

In short, this was the most unforgettable and satisfying meal in Zhao Weihong's life, and also in the lives of all the soldiers.

Two large pots of pork stew with vermicelli were cooked until not a drop of broth was left; the iron pots were so clean they looked like they'd been licked by a dog.

The soldiers, burping contentedly, nestled in the shade of the trees, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility. They carefully put away their chopsticks, preparing to use them again at the next meal.

Meanwhile, Zhao Weihong, who was also very satisfied with her meal, called together Platoon Leader Zhou and the others to analyze and summarize the raid that took place in the early morning.

"First, let's look at the casualties."

"First of all, I would like to congratulate everyone on our team's amazing achievement."

"After successfully completing the raid on the enemy's artillery positions, not a single member of our team was killed in action!"

(End of this chapter)