"If I were the commander-in-chief of the coalition, I’d rather find another way! "Sun Zhongyao said.
"Find another way?" Zhang Yiping’s expression is a little heavy. It’s not easy to judge. "If it were me, it would be hard for me to decide that the mass face in China is a way out, but it’s not before the German army." The German team is not a vegetarian either. They are the most professional soldiers in the world. They dig trenches wide and deep, and the barbed wire is pulled like a spider’s web. They want to break through their defense lines and have no other way but to fill their lives. "
"I will still stick to my opinion that the allied forces will definitely not crash into our Chinese defense line," Sun Zhongyao said. "I know how horrible it is to be a gunman."
"However, no matter how they choose, they will be badly hurt. It has been decided since the day when the commander-in-chief led his troops to capture Montague. What we have to do now is to cut off the bridge over the Loire River and leave the South Bank Allied Forces on the South Bank to reduce the burden on Montague brothers or allies," Sun Zhongyao said.
"But is it necessary to cut off these two bridges if the allied forces do not break through Montague?" Zhang Yiping hesitated.
"What?" Sun Zhongyao asked, "Even if the allied forces break through Montague and destroy the allied forces on the south bank, it will be beneficial for the allied forces to leave them on the south bank …"
Zhang Yiping patted Sun Zhongyao on the shoulder and said, "Zhongyao, it seems that you haven’t figured out the purpose of our European war …"
"Isn’t our goal to beat the British and win more respect?" Sun Zhongyu said
"Take your time," Zhang Yiping said. "I’m going to send a message back to headquarters to listen to the opinions of Deputy Chief of Staff." Zhang Yiping said and went out.
Sun Zhongyao’s eyes stay on the map, but he thinks deeply that if the south bank of the Loire River Bridge is not cut off, the Coalition forces will surely retreat to the north bank on a large scale, which will cause great resistance to the North Bank’s rising attack on the Germans. Moreover, if the allied forces don’t break through Montague, Zhang Yiping will let the allied forces on the south bank cross the river, so that their German team can fight a lose-lose. This "harming others and benefiting themselves" way of doing things is in line with Zhang Yiping’s style
But Sun Zhongyao is a standard soldier. He doesn’t care about these things. He just has to fight well and let Zhang Yiping see his ability. Sun Zhongyao thought of this and quickly put away his thoughts and put them back into the map.
Zhang Yiping had a briefing conversation with Qu Weiqing at the headquarters, and it took a little time for the process department to adopt encrypted form, and it was too late when the conversation was over.
Sun Zhongyao occupied a part of the Zhangyi bungalow when he temporarily established the frontline headquarters of the first division. This place is very well hidden in a pile of residual bricks and rubble, safe and hidden, and not easy to be attacked by enemy gas.
"As soon as Chief of Staff Qu and I decided to suspend the attack on a pair of bridges over the Loire River, we were unable to relax the pressure on these two bridges and maintain a certain offensive posture." Zhang Yiping said to Sun Zhongyao as soon as he came in.
"white!" Sun Zhongyao simply replied that there is no disagreement. From the Chinese point of view, this is a big deal. Although it is a bit unusual for Germany to be an ally, Germany is not an ally yet, is it? Although most of the soldiers in the provisional first division are Germans, the fact is that the German team is not an ally of the Chinese team, and the regiment must consider the issue from the perspective of its own interests. This is a natural thing.
Sun Zhongyao’s words in the command room have been pulled up. Sun Zhongyao rang the words "Get me Li Ergou …"
Zhang Yiping sent a messenger to reach the order from the 323rd regiment of the 16th Division.
Night has come, the whole city has no lights, but the shining gunfire shines brightly, and the flashing gunfire of the building objects outside is like a monster.
A mouth-watering aroma from the kitchen reminded Zhang Yiping of his roast pigeon, but it didn’t smell like pigeon meat, but it tasted a bit like … "Where’s my puppy?" Where did you go, Tugen! " Zhang Yiping cried with an ominous premonition.
There was a "Mao solicitation" sound in the kitchen, as if something fell, and then a figure shook. Two figures ran out quickly. One of them was agile but clumsy. Zhang Yiping knew it was Tugen at first glance, and he still grabbed a plate in his hand, which was steaming.
Zhang Yiping grabbed into the kitchen and saw a pot of dog meat stewed in an iron pot with a pot lid falling. Without looking at it, he knew that the taste of dog meat was very different.
"Rebel! Kill my puppy in my territory … "Zhang Yiping shouted angrily.
Tugen and Liu Yamin fled to the door and Liu Yamin gasped, "Tugen killed you this time."
Tugen firmly grabbed a large plate full of pork in his hand. He chewed it and said, "What are you afraid of? You can sleep in solitary confinement for three days at most, and it will pass when you wake up. Besides, this puppy is annoying. It’s not enough to vent your anger if you bark at me."
"You don’t care, but I can’t. I haven’t been confined today. It’s a shame. You know it’s disgraceful not to be confined. I’m wronged. I want to go into the kitchen and make roast pigeons. You’ve got me into trouble …"
"Who told you to run with me with a guilty conscience? If you don’t run, you won’t be wronged by your commander-in-chief," Tugen said wolfishly.
"You have to say to the commander-in-chief caught me tell you to be a traitor? What do you teach me to do if I don’t say it and disobey orders? " Liu Yamin complained.
"You just tell the truth! I’m not afraid of punishment and confinement. "
"Since not afraid of you to run again? “
"Two reasons. First, I want to eat this bowl of dog meat. Second, maybe the commander-in-chief can’t help but eat a few bites when he smells this dog meat, and he will forgive me if he sees that I stew well. "
"Dog meat is unstable when it rolls," Tugen said with confidence.
Chapter 39 The Battle of Orleans (57)
The puppy is not small. There are twenty kilograms of it, and there is also a big pot of the meat. The smell is mouth-watering. Zhang Yiping secretly swallowed a mouthful of water.
"Wang Paichang took this pot of dog meat out for his brothers to share," Zhang Yiping said to Vicke Wang.
"What about you? Don’t you eat dog meat? It’s delicious to eat these gravy with bread and pie. "
"I want to throw up when I think of that cute puppy," Zhang Yiping said against my will and cursed. "Tugen, a simpleton, dares to hand my dog."
"No matter how cute the puppy is, it is also a white dog. If you treat it well, it will bite us in turn one day." Fang Junyi came over with a bandage and said.
"How can white people be compared with dogs? Roots can’t be confused." Zhang Yiping found that some pigeons had gone to the console table, so he picked up the bayonet and lit the stove to roast the pigeon noodles
Outside the window, guns keep coming to the wall at night, and the whole house will tremble slightly after each explosion.
But it’s very safe here, there will be no light coming out, it’s very hidden, and you don’t have to worry about the drone of the plane. Even if the plane can fly to this area, it will be hit by the gunner’s anti-tank rifle, so you don’t have to worry about them hovering and throwing bombs at it.
Sometimes in the dark, you can vaguely hear the shouting of fighting on the battlefield coming from the window.
There is no light in the kitchen, and the soft fire in the stove warmly sets off the emotional sparks and shadows on the wall. The fire light also gently shakes the stove and jumps. Zhang Yiping and Fang Junyi concentrate on roasting pigeons. They don’t talk much, but they are very tacit and can take care of each other.
However, Fang Junyi felt that she had lost her previous feeling about Zhang Yiping. When it was a sharp knife, her passion would be cut into a dull one. However, sometimes when it was dull, she felt more fragrant and rich than before, just like the roast pigeon in her hand, the more fragrant it was at the end.
Although it is a small pigeon, it takes a little effort to roast it.
Zhang Yiping pigeon oil, honey, seasoning hand kept turning fragrance floating around spread throughout the hut.
"Can you eat? I’m already hungry, "Fang Junyi said.
Zhang Yiping pulled himself together and took out a fork and a knife from the cupboard next to him, as well as two plates of napkins to put a square dining table. Then he found one in the closet and took out half a bottle of red wine and two tall glass glasses. He bit the cork of the bottle with his teeth and said, "The French always have half a bottle of red wine in the cupboard."
"Is it not two roast pigeons? Two people here will chew it clean. Do you want to help with a knife and fork and red wine? I always feel a little extravagant when I make it look like a French dinner … "Fang Junyi said.
"This is not luxury. This is an attitude towards life!" Zhang Yiping poured a little red wine for two glasses. "Although it is a war period, the conditions are high and the quality of life is high. It is also necessary for us to fight as soldiers today …"
"Stop what there is no day today? With our guard company to protect you, you will never have an accident! Do you not believe us when you say this? Our guards and brothers are one in a million … "
Zhang Yiping put the roasted pigeon on the plate. The pigeon meat has a little zoom and glitters with attractive luster and bright red wine. Zhang Yiping said with a little regret, "It’s a pity that there is no candle …"
Fang Junyi took out his head from his pocket and put it in the middle of the table as a photo as soon as he was lemon.
Zhang Yiping made a gesture of invitation and said, "Please sit down, Miss Lieutenant!"
After a little hesitation, Junyi said, "I’m still not used to your so-called gentleman etiquette," but I finally sat opposite Zhang Yiping and picked up a knife and fork
Zhang Yiping cut a pigeon leg himself and chewed it carefully in his mouth.
"How does it taste?" Fang Junyi asked
"Well, it’s good, don’t you think?" Zhang Yiping asked.
Fang Junyi also cut his leg with a knife and put a piece of meat in his mouth. "It’s beautiful!"
"I have to leave some for Liu Yamin. He called from this pigeon," Fang Junyi said.
Zhang Yiping, otherwise, "It’s a hassle to eat pigeons roasted by himself and go to European cities, just to send letters from the army and fly overhead every day."
Back in the hall, Vicke Wang, Erga, Liu Yamin, and Tugen were all around the table, eating a lot. When Zhang Yiping came out, they couldn’t stop. They looked at Zhang Yiping strangely and were puzzled.
"We won’t wait to eat when we see the commander-in-chief and Fang Girl’s back room support platform!" Vicke Wang said.
"Why don’t you eat such delicious dog meat?"
