The decisive battle against the Third Reich

Finally, Qin Chuan thought of a way.

When it comes to handling food, no one in the world is more expert than the Chinese.

The first thing Qin Chuan thought of was "beggar's chicken", but the only thing in the desert is sand. Although you can find a little soil, the soil is non-sticky and will fall off as soon as it becomes sticky. There is no way to make "beggar's chicken". Effect.

When I was worried, I saw a few empty oil barrels not far away... These oil barrels were originally used to hold gasoline. However, because the troops in the desert required a lot of water, they were also used to hold water. After use, the barrels were empty. The bucket would be left carelessly in the camp.

Qin Chuan handed the chicken to the baker and said, "You are responsible for cleaning the chicken, and I am responsible for cooking them. How about it?"

"No problem!" The baker agreed without thinking. After all, cooking the chicken is difficult.

While the baker and others were busy killing chickens and removing their feathers, Qin Chuan went to borrow an ax from the engineer... This was not difficult for Qin Chuan, because at this time he could also be considered a celebrity in the army. , regardless of his achievements, even colonels and even generals often asked Qin Chuan by name. How dare ordinary soldiers or officers not give Qin Chuan some face.

Qin Chuan shouted to an engineer: "Hey, sergeant, I need an axe, do you have it?"

"No, I don't have one, sergeant!" When the engineer sergeant saw it was Qin Chuan, he couldn't help but show a bit of awe in his eyes: "But I can find one for you!"

Soon, the engineer sergeant found an ax and sent it to Qin Chuan.

"If there is anything you need help with!" said the engineer sergeant, "I would be honored to serve you!"

"No, Sergeant!" Qin Chuan politely declined: "I can do it myself, thank you!"

It is normal for the military in this era to have hierarchical relationships or specializations. Soldiers also respect those who have made special contributions, so Qin Chuan can completely leave these tasks to the engineers.

Qin Chuan chose to refuse, on the one hand because it was indeed a small matter, and on the other hand because he didn't like the feeling of being praised... This is not about the principle of "everyone is equal", but if If you have a sense of superiority in your own troops or feel that you are superior to others, it is easy to bring this feeling to the battlefield to face the enemy.

The enemy won't care so much. They don't know what achievements you have made or how powerful you are. Under their crosshairs, everyone is the same, and they are all a life that will die under their guns.

The British actually made this mistake... They thought they were superior people and did not take other colonial armies and even enemies into consideration, so they took it for granted and relaxed their training and military discipline. Only when they started fighting did they realize that they were actually nothing. .

After returning to the camp, Qin Chuan picked up a discarded oil drum, then cut it in half with a few "bang bangs".

"What are you doing?" Werner asked, "Are you making a pot?"

"This does look like a pot!" The baker looked at the cut-off bottom of the oil drum and praised: "What a good idea!"

"No, this is not a pot!" Qin Chuan replied: "In fact, this is an oven!"

"Oven? I can't see it's an oven!" Werner didn't understand, and neither did the soldiers.

"Just wait and see!" Qin Chuan said, and then asked Keller, "Can you find some branches?"

"Dang, dang..." Keller moved very quickly, and before he could finish speaking, everyone was already gone.

After a while, the chicken was processed and the branches were delivered. Qin Chuan took a few straight branches, about thirty centimeters long, sharpened both ends with military thorns, stuck the chicken in one end and stuck the other end in the ground, and then cut it Turn the broken oil drum upside down.

"Look!" Qin Chuan spread his hands and said, "Oven!"

"Perfect!" The baker and the soldiers finally came to their senses. After praising, they lit fires next to the oil drums.

Seeing this, other soldiers followed suit, and soon piles of smoke rose from the Second Company's station.

It took about half an hour. When Qin Chuan opened the oil drum, the soldiers couldn't help but let out a "Wow". The chicken inside, which was forked on a branch, had become completely browned, and the roasted oil shone in the sunlight. It also emits an alluring fragrance as it steams...

The baker couldn't wait any longer and didn't care whether it was hot or not. He picked one up from a branch and put it to his mouth, blew on it and took a bite eagerly.

"How does it taste?" Werner asked impatiently.

"Excellent!" The baker nodded his head as if pounding garlic while eating, and replied vaguely: "God, why didn't I know this method before... It even has the unique flavor of branches. The scent is amazing!”

Qin Chuan took one and tasted it. It was pretty good, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It would have been perfect if there was some more sauce, but I'll just make do with it in the desert.

But the German soldiers didn't think this was "making do". They disposed of their share in a matter of seconds, not even sparing any scraps of meat on the bones.

Naturally, soldiers from other units were attracted by the aroma. They tried to exchange cigarettes with the soldiers who were eating slowly, but were rejected without surprise.

"Don't be stupid!" the soldiers said: "There are many opportunities to get cigarettes, but this thing... no one can guarantee that there will be a chance to take a bite after the battle!"

This is indeed true, especially here in the desert, it is not easy to get a chicken.

"That's great!" Werner burped after eating: "I can't believe I didn't do this last time!"

"There was only one chicken last time, Werner!" The baker replied, "If we do this, each of us can only get a small piece of chicken instead of a bowl of chicken soup!"

"You are right!" Werner replied, "But for a delicacy like this, a small piece is enough!"

"No, it's never enough!" Yakop objected, "If you think it's enough, why don't you leave your share for me?"

The soldiers couldn't help laughing.

What the soldiers didn't notice was that General Strike was watching the soldiers' novel practices and wolfing down their food through a telescope through the window of the command vehicle. Finally, he couldn't help it and said to the orderly, "Follow their practices and get me one. Don't let others know!"

"Yes, General!" The orderly almost couldn't help laughing. He couldn't imagine that a general who commanded an entire armored division would be conquered by a chicken.

"What?" Strike asked the orderly with a strange expression.

"No, it's nothing, General!" The orderly hurriedly replied.

"Then go!"

"Yes, General!"

The orderly couldn't help laughing after walking out of the command vehicle. General Strike's curse came from the command vehicle: "I heard it!" "Sorry, General!" The orderly ran away quickly.