Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

[When we got to World War I, due to the limitations of preservation technology, the rations carried by soldiers were almost all canned goods.]

Thanks to the advancement of industrial capacity, canned goods were now all sealed with galvanized iron sheets, resulting in significantly improved safety and shelf life compared to the past.

Among the many canned goods, Dai Ying was undoubtedly the most luxurious at the time.

Not only does it have the famous MacNuggets canned goods, but also beef, as well as cheese, biscuits, jam, and the commander can even have some rum as appropriate.

However, as the war progressed and the industrial resources of various countries were exhausted, canned food was reduced to merely serving the purpose of filling stomachs.

Looking at the dazzling array of food displayed in the sky, the ancient soldiers' mouths watered.

Looking at the flatbread in his hand that he could use as a shield, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"What other people don't want is incredibly popular with us."

"I only regret that I can't be a person from the future, so that I can eat a can of food and become rich immediately. I would be willing to do that."

"Get lost, are you hallucinating from eating pickled vegetables?"

"I have a question. Why are you only talking about these foreigners? What about us Chinese? What did we eat back then?"

"..."

Amid the noisy discussion, someone asked a question.

These words were like a stone thrown into water; the surroundings immediately fell silent.

According to Tianmu, the Qing Dynasty should have already collapsed by then, and the country was at its weakest point.

With the world in chaos, the army naturally couldn't afford to eat anything good.

Even the flatbread and brown rice they're eating now are probably a luxury for them.

The images on the celestial screen shifted again, the black and white images turning into color.

During World War II, military food management officially became a discipline.

Countries have established their own logistical supply systems, but this has also vividly demonstrated the disparity in national strength.

The most bizarre of them all is Italy.

Even in the desert, Italians drink red wine and eat pasta, and they don't miss any of the accompanying condiments.

While others bring ammunition to war, Italians bring red wine.

Italians not only ate well themselves, but also treated prisoners of war equally.

When the British pilot was captured, he found that dinner consisted of roast beef, pasta with butter, fruit, and red wine.

He thought it was his last meal before he was executed, and that he ate it in preparation for being shot the next day.

As a result, an Italian officer came to apologize, saying that they had provided His Excellency, a general, with the rations of an ordinary soldier.

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent, as if they had misheard him.

How come something as cruel as war becomes like child's play for the Italians?

Are the Italians here to fight a war, or to open an inn?

"No way, these ordinary soldiers eat so well? I don't believe it, I want to try it myself!"

"You call beef 'ordinary'? I only ate half a piece during my years in the army, and I still remember the taste."

"Can we learn from that canned food? At least we can eat something better on expeditions."

"People in later generations don't lack food; we're lucky if we don't starve to death, let alone want canned food?"

The soldiers sighed repeatedly, realizing the vast difference in rations between later generations.

Before, everyone was pretty much the same, so why is it that after the Industrial Revolution, everything became completely incomprehensible?

Ironware was treated like it was free; it could even be used to make canned goods.

"I'm curious, what happened to China back then? Did it participate in the war?"

Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng couldn't help but speak up.

Fusu looked puzzled: "Father, is Tianmu talking about what ancient people ate...?"

"What's there to see?" Ying Zheng rolled his eyes, his expression conveying a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"If the Qin Dynasty had the grain production of later generations and ate ten or a hundred times better than them, what's so special about it?"

"Especially Italy, whose army is so weak that it's a laughing stock in the military."

"It's no wonder our allies are dragged down by this kind of scum."

Ying Zheng stared intently at the sky, trying to obtain the information he wanted to know.

The wars between nations in later generations often involved the full force of their countries clashing, like gods exchanging blows.

At that time, China was in its weakest period in hundreds of years.

What Ying Zheng was truly worried about was that China would not be able to gain any benefits or status from the war.

He didn't want to see the six kingdoms, which he had fought so hard to unify, end up falling apart.

When it comes to the pinnacle of rations during World War II, the United States has to be the top choice.

Under President Luo's leadership, the logistics of the U.S. military reached an unprecedented level.

Not only do they have all kinds of canned meat, but also chocolate, chewing gum, and even Coca-Cola.

The soldiers weren't complaining about not having enough to eat, but rather that they were eating canned food every day without any variety.

As the most industrialized nation at the time, Japan's soldiers ate rice balls, the Soviet Union struggled to survive on black bread, and the United States was able to deliver supplies to any part of the world.

This unparalleled transportation capacity is a game-changer for other countries.

How extravagant were American soldiers back then?

In order to make ice cream, they even put milk into auxiliary fuel tanks and used airplanes to make ice cream.

(To be fair, the United States was incredibly capable back then, transporting supplies across two hemispheres; their logistical capabilities were unparalleled in the world.)

(Mainly because the mainland was not affected by the war, while other countries were in such a state that even being able to eat their fill was a luxury.)

(The United States was the world's leading industrial nation at the time, which is why it seemed so absurd that it couldn't defeat the new China later.)

(The Chinese People's Volunteer Army, with only a mouthful of fried noodles and a mouthful of snow, managed to defeat the Americans who had no shortage of meat. This spirit is something that no other country has.)

(Here's a corny joke: American soldiers are actually eating worse now than they did during World War II, hahaha)

"They defeated an enemy who ate meat every meal, relying on dried fodder and snow water?"

Zhang Fei stared wide-eyed, feeling somewhat incredulous.

He had led troops for decades and knew all too well what kind of people his men were; they often caused trouble because of a lack of vegetables and meat.

If it were his own soldiers, Zhang Fei had no doubt that he could have tied them up that very night and sent them to the other side to be exchanged for canned meat!

Who would be willing to fight to the death for you if they weren't your own personal guards?

Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan, looking at the American soldiers in the sky, a vague idea forming in his mind.

Liu Bei suffered countless defeats in the first half of his life. Couldn't his old subordinates have found another wise ruler and enjoyed wealth and honor?

It's not that I can't, it's just that I'm unwilling.

Perhaps the armies of later generations were the same, not for wealth and glory, but for something more sublime.

Now, let's return to China and see what the situation was with our military rations back then.

Taking the Nationalist army led by the principal as an example, each soldier was entitled to 888 grams of rice, 4 ounces of canned meat, 74 grams of dried vegetables, plus a certain amount of salt, soy sauce, and pickled vegetables daily.

The image on the screen showed a rather lavish ration.

White rice, glistening canned meat, and a full range of condiments.

The Nationalist soldiers who were resting in the trenches were completely devastated when they saw this scene.

He took off his military cap and threw it hard into the mud at his feet.

"Damn it, I've never seen anything like this before!"

"From the day I joined the army, I haven't eaten a single meal of white rice! Brown rice mixed with sand, sweet potatoes until I vomited—that's the food for our Nationalist army!"

Several soldiers squatted on the edge of the trench nearby, and none of them made a sound.

It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's that there's nothing to say.

None of the people present had ever touched a can of meat before, let alone seen what it looked like.

As for dried vegetables and soy sauce... forget it, I'd be lucky to even have a pinch of salt.

In the midst of this oppressive silence, someone uttered a soft, eerie sound.

"Hehe, under the principal's leadership, we couldn't even defeat the local Eighth Route Army in the mountains."

"They beat the Americans later, and they even got to eat fried noodles."

The entire position fell silent, and something new appeared in everyone's eyes.

The Red bandits seized power and governed the country exceptionally well.

Ordinary people have no worries about food and clothing, and even the water they drink is sweet.

Leaving aside the distant past, just consider the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, which managed to defeat the Americans who ate meat every day.

Looking at myself, I was nominally a member of the National Revolutionary Army, but I was fed like a pig or a dog, and my superiors forced me to charge forward in battle.

Who are the bandits? Who are the soldiers?

The soldiers looked at each other, and without prior arrangement, they all began packing their belongings.