Chapter Nine Hundred and Thirty: 'Spam' Again

The yellow mud shell was broken open, and inside was a layer of aluminum foil. The aluminum foil was opened, and a strong aroma of chicken gushed out.

The ingredients are too simple, and the ingredients are not readily available, but the crispy and tender chicken has a golden color, which whets one's appetite just by looking at it.

Beggar's chicken is not a particularly outstanding delicacy, but the way it appears is too distinctive. As a senior military officer, Colonel Palmer is also a person who eats delicious food from all over the world, but he has never seen a chicken wrapped in mud and baked.

Moreover, this chicken is not bad in terms of color and flavor, and it has reached the standard. It is surprising that a North Korean field kitchen can make this level of chicken.

Zhou Qingfeng on the side cut the chicken open on a plate with a knife and fork at the right time, and said with a smile: "Dear Colonel, this chicken is best eaten while it is hot. It will be even more wonderful if it can be paired with a glass of wine. I hope you like it." .”

"Well... very good." Colonel Palmer couldn't deny it, and didn't taste it right away. He continued to condolences to his men and left after a few minutes. But before leaving, his adjutant said that the colonel was very interested in the chicken and was willing to taste it.

Seeing that the adjutant seemed to want to take away a beggar chicken himself, Zhou Qingfeng immediately pushed 'Douding' out, and said with a smile: "This kid thought up the cooking method of this chicken, please give him an honor, let him He can personally deliver this rare delicacy to His Excellency the Colonel."

A beggar chicken was placed on a dinner plate, and the short 'Douding' immediately put on the silliest smile, dragging the plate with a dramatic expression of sincere admiration, making it hard to refuse his enthusiasm.

The adjutant didn't insist too much, nodded and said: "Okay, please follow me. You can send it to the gate of the regiment."

'Douding' hurriedly followed the adjutant. He ran back more than ten minutes later, dipped his fingers in water and drew a few streets of Yunshan City on the chopping board, "This is the main street in the city, not far from us. Two hundred meters. The enemy's regiment headquarters is in the south of the city, and there is a bridge over there..."

'Douding' is short, thin and inconspicuous. After he went out, he not only figured out the roads in the city, but also the positions of the enemy regiment headquarters and each battalion, and even drew out the firepower layout for Zhou Qingfeng.

Now most of the Eighth Regiment of the First Division of the U.S. Cavalry is stationed in Yunshan City, and the Nanbang troops who were originally stationed in the city can only leave and go outside Yunshan City. As for this situation, the 39th Army of the Volunteer Army didn't know about it at all. It was necessary to find out the situation as soon as possible and spread the news.

But look at the time, it is already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it is getting dark.

After Zhou Qingfeng silently memorized the enemy's arrangement, he reached out to wipe off the water stains on the chopping board. He whispered: "We must try our best to run the entire Yunshan City before dark,

Figure out the layout of the entire cloud mountain.

The enemy's main force is in Yunshan City, but we still don't know where the enemy's logistics warehouse is? Hmmm, should I ask those Yankees if they need supper?

Oh, right! We also have another thing to do is to collect 'Spam', to collect 'Spam' that the Yankees throw away at random. We need these handy field foods. "

Spam? Spam, who was hated to death by the US military?

'Old Machine Gun' looked at the 'Spam' box that was placed under his feet. He had been keeping an eye on this box, as if afraid of being snatched away. But in fact, none of the American soldiers who were going back and forth in the kitchen looked at the box, and they really didn't care at all.

"Squad leader, I think if we exchange noodles and fried rice with these Americans, we should be able to exchange dozens of boxes." Seeing the popularity of noodles and fried rice, the deputy squad leader is quite confident in the collection plan.

But Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "How can dozens of boxes be enough? I want to get at least a thousand boxes, and send them to the army with a truck as soon as possible. At least let our regiment have a good meal and have the strength to fight Americans in Yunshan City."

Thousands of boxes?

The deputy squad leader looked at the box containing 'Spam', and couldn't help reminding: "Squad leader, we only have so few people, where can we get thousands of boxes?"

"Isn't that easy? Use a beggar's chicken instead!"

"But the chicken we cook is also provided by American kitchens."

"But it has to go through our cooking! Believe me, the old beauty is more crazy than you think."

The field kitchen has a special large oven, which is used for baking bread by American soldiers. Zhou Qingfeng said hello to the American chef, saying that he wanted to add hundreds of 'Jumbo Chickens' to today's dinner. American cooks are happy to have someone to do the work, and even offer to help.

In order to keep the American soldiers on the front line fed and well-fed, the American logisticians spared no expense. The eighth group has frozen chicken specially airlifted from Japan. These slightly processed chickens belong to the so-called b meal.

Zhou Qingfeng taught the American cooks to simplify the process, wrap the chicken in aluminum foil and bake it, which not only cooked the chicken, but also retained the moisture and aroma of the chicken. Dozens of chickens can be baked in one stove, and hundreds or thousands of chickens can be cooked in a short time.

And after finishing the production of 'Jumbo Chicken', Zhou Qingfeng got a big wooden board. He wrote in charcoal on the wooden board: Colonel Palmer's sincere recommendation, delicious Jumbo Chicken made by the royal court. Order one for a case of 'Spam'. Quantities are limited, so hurry up if you want to buy.

The field kitchen is a place where people come and go, and this sign is very conspicuous once it is hung. Especially when Colonel Palmer just came, the scene of 'Douding' sending the chicken to the regiment headquarters was seen by many people. In addition, Uncle Zhou conducted a live tasting, and took out several cooked beggar chickens.

Although the field kitchens of the U.S. military provide food for free, exchanging "Spam" does not seem to be a particularly unacceptable thing. After all, 'Spam' is what American soldiers call 'spiritual flesh'.

Remember, as long as it is called "Lingshasha" by Americans, it is not a good thing in their eyes. Basically the same thing we say 'smelly shit'.

It sounds like a good deal to exchange a box of 'stinky dog ​​shit' for a limited number of 'Jumbo Chicken'. It didn't take long for a soldier to bring over a box of 'Spam', which people hated dogs, and asked to exchange it for a 'Jumbo Chicken'.

"Why do you collect 'Spam'?" Some US military officers questioned this. This is not a pity for 'Spam', but a curiosity.

Zhou Qingfeng said frankly: "We are from Nanbang, and there are still many people who can't eat enough. So we want to get some food black market, I hope you don't mind too much. Come..., this A 'Jumbo Chicken' is given to you, please accept it."

Hahaha..., don't mind, don't mind!

The U.S. military not only hates 'Spam', they even throw away meals. Meals include biscuits, lunch meat, beans, dehydrated vegetables, hard candy, coffee, cigarettes and a range of other things. However, the materials produced at the rear cost a huge amount of money and were thrown away at the front line, which was extremely wasteful.

What a rich man, he is so willful!

The poor land turtle just accept it silently. (to be continued...)