Chapter 927 Really Want to Be a Cook

The sun sets, the golden light spreads, and the desolate and ancient river beach dirt road, what a natural and simple scenery!

It's a pity... no one enjoys the view. ?

Hundreds of armored vehicles from the Sixth Tank Battalion of the U.S. Army were advancing on the dirt road, but more than 1,000 people in the whole battalion were not interested in this kind of armed parade. They just wanted to rush to the Yunshan camp early to rest.

And there is an inconspicuous truck in the middle of this elite US military force. Uncle Zhou, who was originally driving, was willing to get into an American jeep, trying his best to tell jokes like a clown, and made the two officers from the United States laugh.

On Zhou Qingfeng's truck, an 'old machine gun' who could repair but couldn't drive was holding the steering wheel instead of the driver's seat. It's just that he is not responsible for driving, only responsible for steering, and the truck is towed behind a tank by a steel cable.

The 'old machine gun' in the driver's seat seemed to have seen a ghost, and together with the deputy squad leader in the passenger seat, he looked at the squad leader who was chatting and laughing with the Americans. Both of them were silent and completely confused.

And in the carriage, the soldiers of the same class were also dizzy. They have never dreamed of this scene in their life-there are enemies in front and behind, and they are all enemies with tanks and cannons.

Tanks, armored vehicles, trucks, jeeps, all kinds of vehicles appeared. Americans with high noses and deep eyes are close at hand. Before, Douding was still asking what black people look like, but now, black soldiers are right in front of them.

The convoy was rumbling forward, the engine exhaust and the dust from the wheels were choking. The little soldier Douding poked his head out from the rear window of the cab, looked at the squad leader sitting on the enemy jeep not far away, and said in a low voice: "Our squad leader is not a spy, is he?"

"Nonsense." The 'Old Machine Gun' immediately reprimanded, "Big Zhou is so bold, this guy has a lot of tricks, and he must be thinking about killing people. If he is a spy, can he keep you?"

The vice-squad leader hesitated for a moment, and knew that the thinking of the sharp-knife squad must not be messed up. He stood by Zhou Qingfeng's side and said: "Squad leader Zhou is an 'activist for joining the party'. He is still loyal to the organization, and we should trust him. "

Yes, they have already penetrated into the enemy's nest, what can I do if I don't believe it? Although everyone in the Sharp Knife Squad doesn't understand why the Americans trust their squad leader so easily, but the current state seems to be quite good-although they are scared to death, they are at least alive.

As for the Sixth Tank Battalion of the U.S. Army, they fought all the way from the south without encountering any opponents, let alone fighting the volunteers. His mind was extremely relaxed, and he was unsuspecting of Zhou Qingfeng and others who were wearing Nanbang military uniforms.

Zhou Qingfeng lied that he was a logistician of the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of the South Ballet, and was stuck on the side of the road because of a vehicle breakdown, hoping to get help from American friends. After the Americans checked the plausible pass on the radio, they towed the sharp knife squad's truck behind a tank.

The Sixth Tank Battalion of the U.S. Army was strengthened for the Eighth Regiment of the First U.S. Cavalry Division. They were conducting an armed parade to help the Fifteenth Regiment of the First Nanbang Division consolidate their positions. As a result, they collided with Zhou Qingfeng and others.

In the eyes of the Americans, he was nothing more than towing a truck and ten "Nambat" soldiers, and he was also a group of Nanpao cooking soldiers. In particular, the squad leader boasted that he could make the best food in the world, which guaranteed to make people have endless aftertaste.

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

But Uncle Zhou did what he liked, and he talked about a lot of Chinese delicacies from the beginning to the end. With his vivid description, many American soldiers, including two US military officers, were drooling.

"Don't worry, in order to express my gratitude to my American friends, as long as you settle down, I will definitely repay you with the best cooking skills. I will let you taste the most delicious food in the world later,

It will give you endless aftertaste for life. "

Zhou Qingfeng is definitely not a qualified actor, but he is definitely the most shameless liar in the world. When the Sixth Tank Battalion of the U.S. Army arrived at his camp in Yunshan, he bragged about delicious food all the way, making everyone hungry.

Entering Yunshan City, the Americans couldn't wait for Zhou Qingfeng to start cooking a good meal immediately. When it comes to food, American soldiers want to be second, and no one dares to say first. Relying on its strong national strength, the logistics of the US military has been the most enviable in the world since World War I.

In order to make the soldiers eat happily, the logistics personnel of the US military have worked hard. And even so, American soldiers are still picky and picky, always complaining about the bad food.

After entering Yunshan City, there are American vehicles coming and going around, and American soldiers are everywhere. However, the members of the sharp knife class relaxed a little, because they found that these Yankees really didn't take them seriously.

Just don't take it seriously, don't pay too much attention to us.

But it's not right to say that it's really not serious. The entire sharp knife squad, including Zhou Qingfeng, was sent to the logistics office of the Eighth Regiment of the US Army. The first thing is to take a shower!

Why take a shower? Dislike them for being dirty!

The U.S. military who sent Zhou Qingfeng and others here is really looking forward to what amazing food they can cook. After all, what Zhou Qingfeng said along the way was too mouth-watering.

When entering the field shower room of the U.S. military, the turkeys in the sharp knife squad were all amazed.

"Americans are still fighting with bathrooms?"

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

"Believe me, Americans would love to put brothels on the battlefield if they could."

While in the shower, Zhou Qingfeng changed from his previously beaming eyebrows, and asked in a serious tone: "Comrades, we have successfully penetrated into the enemy's interior, and I plan to lurk down and give the enemy a hard time. But before we act, we must obtain the US people's trust, so we have to..., cook a good meal."

The ten naked men from the Sharp Knife Squad gathered together, looking at each other in the heat of the shower room. They would not even frown if they were asked to fight and die, but they could cook... The deputy squad leader asked tentatively: "Squad leader, do you want us to cook a meal for the Americans?"

"Yes, not only do it, but do it well! Don't tell me that no one can cook. I can boast to the Americans that I want a good meal that will make them bite their tongues off.

And I don't know how to cook, so it's up to you now. "Zhou Qingfeng glanced at his subordinates, expecting surprises.

It is a daunting task to let Americans have a good meal!

Everyone looked around with frowning faces, and after a long time, 'Old Machine Gun' raised his hand in embarrassment and said, "I can make noodles, which are generally edible. If you can make people bite off their tongues, that's for sure. It can't."

The deputy squad leader also raised his hand and said, "I can make gnocchi, that thing... I think it's not bad. But looking at the living conditions of Americans, I'm afraid it's not good enough for them to think it's delicious." of."

Seeing that everyone didn't have any good tricks, Zhou Qingfeng covered his face and said in pain: "Do you want me to make fried rice with eggs? This is so ridiculous, don't you guys have some special skills in cooking?"

For a long time, little 'Douding' raised his hand and said hesitantly: "I can make 'beggar chicken', but I don't know if I can do it?"

It seems that the task is too arduous, but to drive the ducks to the shelves is about to bite the bullet. Several other soldiers raised their hands helplessly, reporting their capable jobs one after another.

"I can make dumplings."

"I can shoot cucumbers."

"I will cook a home-cooked dish."

Now I'm really going to be a chef. 8