Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 472: Light meal
"Two minutes and thirty seconds." Daogen looked down at his watch and reported loudly.
Xu Jun nodded solemnly, leaned against the back of the chair, and lightly tapped his knuckles on the desk top.
The conference table was full of marshals and generals in neat uniforms. It was obvious that this was another regular meeting of the Command of the Third Reich.
Xu Jun is no longer obsessed with the ornately decorated conference hall in the insignificant prime minister’s office. He finally understood Hitler’s feelings, and understood why the head of state preferred to squat in Berghof, In the cliff castle or the eagle's nest in Berchtesgaden, the Chancellery is too pursuing the solemn and grandeur on the surface, so that it loses its original functionality.
So the head of the Empire built himself a spacious office in the command building. Anyway, there are still a lot of rooms in the building at this time. The head of state’s personal team and affiliated staff occupy an entire floor. .
Two days a week, Xu Jun will come here to work. In this building, he holds daily regular meetings of the command and confidential military meetings.
"Fifteen seconds from the countdown...14 seconds...13 seconds..." Daogen's calm voice reverberated in the conference room.
Braushich twisted his neck to one side, and took a peek at his companion beside him. Keitel sitting next to him raised his head and looked at the ceiling, while Rondestede across the table hugged his head and bowed his head. Meditating, von Loeb sitting next to him was like a sculpture, while Kluge on the corner held his chin with one hand in a daze, apparently wandering away.
"Five seconds...four seconds...three seconds...two seconds...the time is up, my head of state." Daogen lowered his wrist and bowed respectfully to Xu Jun.
"Gentlemen." The head of the empire reached out and picked up the fork on the table and tapped the edge of the disk.
"You can open the lid of the bowl and enjoy this kind of food." Xu Jun demonstrated that he stretched out his hand to open the lid of the porcelain bowl, and a long-lost fragrance immediately rushed over his face. The imperial head of state took a deep breath, stirred the soup with a fork, then forkped the instant noodles in the bowl and put it into his mouth.
"Well, it tastes good, it's a bit salty." Brausic expressed his opinion. He turned to look at his colleagues, only to find that several of them didn't care about him at all, all just snoring. Bowed his head and worked hard.
These generals are really hungry. In order to highlight the effect, the Führer has delayed the lunch time until two o'clock.
"It's really a great invention, great field food. You only need a pot of boiling water, and soldiers can taste a delicious hot meal." Keitel drank the last sip of the soup and put down the exquisite porcelain Bowl, the chief of staff took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth in praise.
"It is true. It tastes much better than compressed biscuits. I think it is very suitable for eating between battles. It can effectively supplement the calories and water consumed by soldiers in battle." Long Destede nodded. Approval of Keitel.
"At present, our compressed rations are more convenient to eat in emergencies. I think this kind of deep-fried dehydrated noodles can only be used as auxiliary rations for troops. We all know that soldiers do not always get hot water during combat, and This kind of bread is very crisp and obviously not resistant to overstocking and impact. Using a cardboard carton for packaging is indeed a solution, but it will take up a lot of volume in the soldier’s food bag.” Marshal von Bock’s attitude has always tended to be. Be conservative, and the way of thinking about problems is closer to reality.
"I am more interested in this instant soup. I can see that it contains dried vegetables and meat. This is more attractive to soldiers stationed in a cold trench. Imagine drinking it on a winter night. Last bowl of delicious hot soup, this may be the dream of every sentinel on duty." Klug’s perspective has always been different from others.
"This kind of ration can be included in the company-level food ration list. With the company’s platoon weight and logistics vehicles, soldiers will welcome this kind of convenient cooking food when fighting in fixed positions. We can invent it again. Some of the flavors that the soldiers like, what do you think of the mushroom flavor?" Marshal von Loeb put down his fork, he rarely expressed his opinion on the taste of food.
"Gentlemen, if you have any comments or suggestions, you can write a detailed report to me after I go back. This time I just want to show you this new type of field food. I have agreed to include it in the National Defense Forces’ As for the supply list, the government plans to purchase 150,000 boxes of "Dongfang brand" instant noodles, which will be provided to soldiers on the Eastern Defense Line to eat during field training." Xu Jun wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and waved his hand to the orderly soldiers to take away the tableware. .
The manufacturing process of instant noodles is very simple, and it can be replicated with the technical conditions of the 1940s. This kind of national food that once made the head of Xu Da dying to vomit, it was fresh that had never appeared before. thing.
To be honest, this thing is indeed as Bok said. It is not very suitable for field emergency rations. It is more suitable for soldiers to sit down and enjoy slowly in a relatively stable strategic posture.
This kind of convenient food processing method is more suitable for troops who lack cooking conditions. Its biggest flaw is the need for boiling water for processing, but in the eyes of soldiers who crave hot meals, this may not be a problem. German soldiers have never lacked creativity in this area.
Xu Jun also wants to promote this kind of food to the society. During the rapidly accelerating pace of war, this kind of convenient and fast food is very useful. The head of the empire believes that in the near future, the sky over Europe will float. The aroma of German instant noodles.
The difference between this kind of instant noodles and modern times is that there is no sauce bag, but all the seasonings and dehydrated ingredients are placed in a greased paper bag.
Because the petrochemical technology was not very developed at that time, the industrial production of PET resin for making sauce packets is under study.
Fortunately, the soldiers have canned lard in their rations, so they don’t have to worry about lack of fat supplements.
In addition to instant noodles, the logistics department of the German Wehrmacht is developing a batch of convenient field food under Xu Jun's instructions. Although Xu Jun is a senior foodie, he also knows the peculiarities of military rations, so the taste of these things is not demanding, as long as the soldiers don't feel sick.
The key is to have enough calories and nutrition, which can quickly supplement the soldiers' consumption in battle, and be convenient for the soldiers to eat, especially not being affected by the environment at the time.
The self-heating method of lime and water is the easiest. The problem is that it is not yet possible to make lightweight plastic packaging containers. German technicians have developed a heat-resistant rubberized canvas heating bag, and the effect is satisfactory. The disadvantage is that the volume and weight are relatively large, which increases the burden of the soldiers on the march. The advantage is that it can heat three soldiers at a time. Hot food, and can be used repeatedly after washing.
When the generals finished their meals, the orderly soldiers delivered steaming tea and coffee according to their needs. As usual, there will be half an hour of chatting and smoking. Xu Jun struck a match and lit the cigar on his mouth. The other smoking officers also took out their cigarettes.
"What trouble has Randolph caused?" Xu Jun asked Weierle, who was sitting next to him, in a low voice.
He found that the SS colonel had been staring coldly at his subordinate since the morning, and the SS lieutenant colonel, who had been flying and jumping, was now trembling like a quail.
"It's nothing big, Randolph has always been more lively, and sometimes violates some rules."
"I know this, I want to know what happened this time?" Xu Jun spit out a smoke ball.
"Last night there was a fight in the ballroom of the Dubel Hotel in Berlin. Both parties involved were officers of the Wehrmacht. It is said that the cause was that someone used the navy and the air force to bet on the alcohol. The gendarme was identified when investigating the initiator. Randolph is out."
"Who won?"
"I don't understand what you mean, Führer?" Weierle asked, tilting his head.
"Who won the bet." Xu Jun scratched his cheek with his finger.
"It should be the Navy who won~IndoMTL.com~ but because I drank too much, I was beaten badly." Weierle replied with a wry smile.
"Dogen, go and ask if there is the latest news from Taranto." Xu Jun suddenly turned his head and said to Dogen.
"Yes, my Führer." The SS colonel nodded in greeting. When he went out, he still didn't forget to stare at the men standing by the door. Randolph couldn't stop fighting again.
"Randolph, you go to the telecommunications room and see if there is any report from General Kuchelel." Xu Jun continued to order Randolph.
"Yes! My Führer." Randolph raised his chest and raised his hand. The SS lieutenant colonel turned around and pushed open the door, poked his head and looked around, then carefully closed it. The door of the meeting room.
"Which direction did Colonel Dogan go just now?" Standing at the door of the conference room, Randolph asked the guard in a low voice, pretending to dust the shoulders of Private Bakker.
Buckel blinked, then shook his head towards the right side of the corridor.
"Very well, second-class soldier." Randolph patted Barker **** the chest, and then walked lightly towards the left side of the corridor. At this time, he did not notice the face of the second-class soldier behind him. The weird expression.
I saw the SS lieutenant colonel walked up to the top of the corridor, and made a magnificent 90-degree turn on the spot. Then suddenly a big hand was stretched out around the corner to grab his collar , Violently dragged Randolph into that side alley.
The two guards looked at each other, and then heard a cry like a small animal from the depths of the quiet corridor.
"Colonel Dougan's order..." Bucker shrugged and made a silent mouth to his comrade.
PS: I'm sorry that there is only one chapter today. I owe you one chapter and I will find a chance to make it up. Thank you for your support and understanding. (To be continued.)