Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 927: I really want to be a cook

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What a natural and rustic view of the setting sun, the golden light spreading, the desolate and ancient river beach dirt road!

Unfortunately ..., no one appreciates the scenery.

Hundreds of armored vehicles in the Sixth Tank Battalion of the US Army are moving forward on the dirt road. However, more than 1,000 people in the whole camp are not interested in this kind of armed parade. They just want to rush to the Yunshan camp for a rest.

And in the middle of this elite US army, there is a humble truck. Uncle Zhou, who was originally driving, was happily thrown into an American jeep, joking as hard as a clown and making two American officers laugh.

On the Zhou Qingfeng's truck, the ‘old machine gun’ that can repair but ca n’t drive is holding the steering wheel in place of the driving position. It's just that he is not responsible for driving, only for controlling the direction. The truck is dragged behind a tank by a steel cable.

The ‘old machine gun’ in the driver ’s seat looks like hell, looking at the squad leader boss who is talking and laughing with the Americans together with the assistant squad leader in the co-pilot seat. Both of them were silent and completely blinded.

And in the carriage, the soldiers in the same class were also dizzy. They had never dreamed of this scenario in their lives-they were all enemies before and after, and they were all enemies with tanks and cannons.

Tanks, armored vehicles, trucks, jeep vehicles, all kinds of vehicles came out. The Americans with high noses and deep eyes are close at hand. Before, Douding asked the black people what they looked like. Now, the black soldiers are in front of us.

The team's rumbling progress, the engine exhaust and the dust of the wheels are choking. The head of the little warrior ‘Ding Ding’ protruded from the rear window of the cab and looked at the squad leader sitting on the enemy jeep not far away, and whispered, “Would our squad leader be a secret agent?”

"Nonsense." The "old machine gun" immediately reprimanded, "Big Zhou is so bold and courageous, this guy has so many ideas, he must be thinking about the killer again. If he is a secret agent, can he still leave you?"

The deputy squad leader hesitated and knew that the current thinking of the sabre squad must not be confused. He stood clearly on the side of Zhou Qingfeng and said: "Squad squad leader is an activist who joined the party. He is still loyal to the organization. Him. "

Yeah, they have already penetrated into the enemy's nest. I don't believe what else to do? Although the entire Sabre Class didn't understand why Americans so easily believed their squad leader, but the current state seems to be quite good-although scared to death, but at least all are alive.

For the sixth tank battalion of the US Army, they have fought all the way from the south, and have not met any opponents, nor have they fought against the volunteers. His mentality is extremely relaxed, and he is not wary of Zhou Qingfeng and others wearing South Korea military uniforms.

Zhou Qingfeng lied that he was a logistics officer of the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of South Korea, because the vehicle broke down and was trapped on the side of the road, hoping to get help from American friends. After the Americans checked the plausible pass on the radio, they dragged the Sabre Class truck behind a tank.

The Sixth Tank Battalion of the US Army was strengthened for the Eighth Regiment of the First Division of the US Cavalry. They were carrying out an armed parade to help the 15th Regiment of the First Division of the South Korea to consolidate their positions, and they ran into Zhou Qingfeng and others. .

In the eyes of Americans, they are just dragging a truck and ten ‘South Korea’ soldiers, and they are still a bunch of South Korea cooking soldiers. What's special is that his squad leader bragged that he could make the best food in the world, ensuring an endless aftertaste.

For Americans on the Korean battlefield, talking about war is the most boring, either talking about women or food. If you want to enjoy a woman, you can only go back to Japan. The war-torn North Korea can only talk about food.

And Uncle Zhou did what he wanted, and the smallpox of the dish like a dish, saying a lot of Chinese food from beginning to end. With his vivid description, many American soldiers, including two US military officers, drooled.

“Please rest assured that in order to express my gratitude to American friends, as long as I settle down, I will repay you with the best cooking skills. Later I will let you taste the most delicious food in the world, it will let you Lifelong aftertaste. "

Zhou Qingfeng is definitely not a qualified actor, but he is definitely the most shameless liar in the world. When the 6th Tank Battalion of the US Army arrived at his camp in Yunshan, he blew the food all the way, and everyone who blew it was hungry.

Entering Yunshan City, Americans ca n’t wait for Zhou Qingfeng to start cooking a good meal immediately. When it comes to eating, American soldiers have to be second, but no one dares to say first. With its strong national strength, the logistics of the US military have been the most enviable in the world since the beginning of World War I.

To make the soldiers happy, the logistics personnel of the US military struggled with their brains. And even so, the American soldiers actually chose to choose one from the other, complaining about poor food.

Entering Yunshan City, surrounded by American military vehicles, American soldiers are everywhere. However, the members of the Sabre class were more relaxed because they found that these Yankees really did not take them seriously.

Just do n’t take things seriously, do n’t pay too much attention to us.

It ’s not right to say that it ’s not right. All of the sharp knife classes including Zhou Qingfeng were sent to the logistics office of the Eighth Regiment of the US Army. The first thing is to take a bath!

Why take a shower? Disgust them!

The US military sending Zhou Qingfeng and others is really eagerly looking forward to what amazing food they can make. After all, Zhou Qingfeng has been too mouth-watering along the way.

Walking into the field shower room of the US military, the turtles in the sabre class all sighed.

"Americans are still fighting in the bath room?"

"In this big winter, Americans live like emperors, and it's really comfortable to take a hot bath."

"Trust me, if you can, Americans would like to move brothels to the battlefield."

In the shower, Zhou Qingfeng changed his previous frowns and asked seriously: "Comrades, we successfully penetrated into the enemy. I plan to lurch to give the enemy a ruthless one. But before the action Gain the trust of Americans, so we must ..., cook a good meal. "

Ten knives in the sharp knife class gathered together and looked at each other in the hot air of the shower room. If you want them to sacrifice in war, they are not frowning, but you can cook ..., the deputy squad leader tentatively asked: "Squad leader, do you want us to cook for Americans?"

“Yes, not only to do, but also to do it! You do n’t tell me that no one can cook. I can boast Haikou with Americans and say they want a good meal that will bite their tongues away. .

And I do n’t know how to cook, it ’s up to you now. "Zhou Qingfeng glanced at his men and looked forward to surprises.

This task is so daunting to make Americans eat better!

Everyone looked worried, and after a long time, the "old machine gun" raised his hand in embarrassment and said, "I will make a noodle, which can be eaten at a normal level. If it can make people bite off their tongue, , That will definitely not work. "

The deputy squad leader also raised his hand and said, "I'll have a lumpy face, that stuff ... I think I'm pretty good. But looking at the living conditions of Americans, I'm afraid they are not enough It's delicious. "

Looking at everyone, there is nothing great about it. Zhou Qingfeng covered his face and said painfully: "Do you want me to cook an egg fried rice? This is too ridiculous, you do n’t have the skill to cook?"

For a long time, little ‘Douding’ raised his hand, and Zhizhiwuwu said, “I ’m going to do‘ called a chicken, ’but I do n’t know if I can do it?”

It seems that the task is too arduous, but catching the duck to put it on the rack is also about to go. Several other fighters raised their hands helplessly and reported their work.

"I will make dumplings."

"I will shoot cucumbers."

"I will cook home cooking."

I really want to be a cook now.