Starting from 1950

Su Yang thus remained in the 352nd Regiment as an unofficial member.

The next day.

Su Yang was awakened by shouts of "One! Two! Three! Four!"

He slept in warehouse number 352. Apart from the fried noodles that arrived the night before, most of the warehouse was occupied by some dark, unsightly things.

Su Yang also looked at them carefully for a long time before he could tell that those dark, wrinkled things were potatoes.

"Gah!"

Seeing that he had woken up, Xiaoyu called out.

Its feathers have fully recovered, just like before.

Good morning, Xiaoyu!

He got up and dressed, and Xiaoyu fluttered down onto his shoulder. The man and the bird then left the tent.

The snow stopped sometime ago, and the soldiers cleared the snow from the camp. Apart from being slightly damp, the ground was not much different from a sunny day.

The soldiers, in squads of thirty to fifty, were training; some were running, some were practicing thrusting, and some were practicing hand-to-hand combat.

The entire camp seemed to be enveloped by the heat emanating from their training, and the temperature seemed to rise by several degrees.

Su Yang glanced around casually. Because of Xiao Yu on his shoulder, the soldiers running past him would turn their heads to look at him curiously.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the camp, Su Yang found a large tree and was about to open the sluice gate to release the water when he stopped halfway through unbuckling his belt. He smiled at Xiao Yu on his shoulder and said, "Xiao Yu, you're a girl, you shouldn't be looking at this. Didn't you say you were hungry? Go find some food. Remember to be alert, don't fly too low, try to hunt in the woods, and fly straight up and down when you come back."

Xiaoyu tilted her head and thought for a while, as if trying to figure out what she couldn't see.

After thinking for a while without understanding, it flapped its wings a few times and flew into the sky.

"Its name is Xiaoyu? It can understand you?"

Su Yang was urinating when he suddenly heard a sound behind him, which startled him so much that he almost wet his pants.

He hurriedly fastened his belt, his tone slightly reproachful, "Commander Luo, why do you walk so quietly?"

Luo Pojun glanced at him sideways, his face expressionless, and said, "Do I need to report to you just because I came here to pee? You haven't answered my question yet. Do you think your gyrfalcon can understand you?"

Su Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Great! Could you have it help us scout out enemy positions and relay messages? My family used to have a gyrfalcon that could spot rabbits from ten miles away!"

Luo Pojun was overjoyed. Although they also had radios, the enemy's interception technology was very advanced, and our side often had to maintain radio silence. Many times, when the lower regiments were fighting, the higher-ups did not even know their exact location.

It would be wonderful to have a gyrfalcon that can understand human speech.

This bird is not afraid of the cold and flies fast. It would probably only take Xiaoyu two or three hours to fly from the northernmost point of the peninsula to the southernmost point.

Su Yang remained silent after listening, and after a long while he said, "That's too dangerous."

"Danger?"

Luo Pojun was stunned. Indeed, this was dangerous for Xiaoyu.

After all, this is a battlefield, a battlefield where food and water are scarce.

A gyrfalcon darting back and forth here may encounter danger not from the enemy, but from our own soldiers and the locals.

After all, in the eyes of a starving soldier, Xiaoyu was no different from a pheasant in the forest; he could fill his stomach by shooting her down.

Luo Pojun also understood Su Yang's concerns.

Unlike others who viewed eagles and dogs as mere beasts and thought they were just dead animals, he, being a hunter by trade, did not see them as such.

Influenced by his father, he also believed that tamed dogs, eagles, and the like were close companions of humankind.

As for Xiaoyu being able to understand Su Yang's words, Luo Pojun didn't find it surprising at all.

The gyrfalcon his father raised back then could understand his father's commands just like he could; Xiaoyu was just a little bit stronger.

"Okay, I'll call a meeting with all the officers in the regiment in a bit to explain your situation. I can assure you that within the territory of my 352nd Regiment, absolutely no one will dare to fire a shot at Xiaoyu."

......

Luo Pojun is very proactive.

After the morning's regular drills were completed, the cooks had already cooked the potatoes.

While the soldiers were eating, Luo Pojun told all the officers of the regiment about the existence of Xiaoyu, the "special scout" of the 352nd Regiment.

Actually, many soldiers saw Xiaoyu last night and early this morning.

Now that the regimental commander has given a strict order, the subordinates naturally have to obey. In the end, as the rule was implemented, many companies and platoons made the regulations even stricter: no one is allowed to shoot birds.

Su Yang only just realized that a regiment these days actually has more than 3000 people!

After the meal, the officers distributed more than 4000 kilograms of fried noodles from the warehouse to the soldiers, which averaged out to just over one kilogram per person.

As for the 400 jin of the new version of fried noodles, it was sent to the Third Battalion where Li Weixin was stationed, in order to collect opinions on the differences between it and the ordinary fried noodles.

Inside a row of tents in the 8th Company of the 3rd Battalion.

The soldiers were gathered together, studying the newly received fried noodles.

They had been across the river for over a month and had only eaten this stuff once. In their opinion, although it was dry and hard to swallow, it was still better than frozen potatoes, and it was just right to eat with snow.

"Huh, why does this bag have a slightly greenish tinge?" A bearded veteran weighed the small cloth bag in his hand, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it. "Hmm? It smells like pine? And a bit... carrot?"

"Old Wang, you have a good nose." A young soldier next to him also opened his bag. "Have you forgotten what the company commander just said? This fried noodle has some added ingredients, he said it's good for your health."

"Adding something extra? Maybe they added some clay to fool people?" someone joked, which drew laughter from the crowd.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The bearded veteran glared at the man, carefully pouring a little into his palm. He hesitated for a moment, then stuck out his rough tongue and licked it.

"Huh?" The veteran smacked his lips, his brows furrowing slightly before relaxing. "The taste... seems a little different? It's not as pungent, has a slightly sweet aftertaste, and the pine flavor isn't overpowering; it's quite refreshing."

Hearing him say this, the other soldiers also tried it.

For a moment, the barracks were filled with smacking sounds and comments.

"Yeah, it's not so dry anymore, much easier to swallow! It should have more salt."

"I heard it contains pine needles. This pine needle powder has a bit of a chewy texture, but it's not bad."

"Yes, the carrot would taste even better if it were diced!"

Su Yang quietly picked up a small notebook and took notes in the warehouse tent next to theirs.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he got up and walked out of the tent.

"Hey! Our little scout is out?"

A patrol of soldiers passed by and couldn't help but tease Su Yang when they saw him.

Su Yang smiled and nodded, then looked up at the sky.

A shadowy shape, whose features were indistinct, was rapidly plunging downwards.

"Bang!"

Something fell in front of Su Yang, startling the patrolling soldiers.

After they realized that the thing was a pheasant, Xiaoyu had already spun around and landed lightly on Su Yang's shoulder.

"My goodness! This gyrfalcon can hunt!"

The soldiers' eyes widened in disbelief.

Su Yang was also somewhat surprised. In the past, Xiao Yu always wanted to bring him back game, but he never accepted it.

This pheasant looks to weigh at least two pounds, while Xiaoyu only weighs four pounds!

It's clearly abnormal for a body weighing four pounds to fly back carrying two pounds of prey.

This indicates that Xiaoyu has also been modified in his own panel.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. A gyrfalcon that can survive the impact of a fighter jet's airflow must be no ordinary gyrfalcon.

Su Yang patted Xiao Yu's head as a reward, and amidst the envious gazes of the soldiers, picked up the pheasant from the ground, intending to go to the mess hall for an extra meal.