In the darkness of the night, Luo Xiaoliu gently closed the tent door curtain, and then started to crawl carefully in the dark tent that was only half a person tall based on his memory.

He was afraid of disturbing his sleeping comrades.

After finding his place, Luo Xiaoliu immediately squeezed in and wrapped the small quilt tightly around his body.

Warmth soon filled his body again.

"Why did it take you so long to poop? Did you fall in?" A teasing voice suddenly sounded in Luo Xiaoliu's ears.

However, this voice did not sound reproachful or impatient, but simply teasing.

Luo Xiaoliu knew that Ma Xiaotian beside him was still not asleep, so he said softly: "I ate too much fried noodles the past few days, and I feel constipated."

"Is that thing okay? Why am I okay?" Ma Xiaotian was a little surprised.

"You don't eat it every day, you only eat it occasionally. If you ate it every day, you wouldn't be able to say this." Luo Xiaoliu replied speechlessly.

"Oh! Do you eat like this every day?"

"Yeah. I asked, and everyone was the same."

At this time, there were several sounds of someone turning over in the dark low tent. It must have been that someone was awakened, and there was more than one.

But no one expressed dissatisfaction.

"Sleep, sleep, I've disturbed others." Ma Xiaotian muttered with a smile, then turned his body over and stopped talking.

Luo Xiaoliu naturally stopped saying anything.

He knew that the people who were woken up were not all good-tempered, but just because they were afraid of Ma Xiaotian.

Ma Xiaotian may not be thin, but he is full of lean meat. I heard that he was a frontier soldier in the North and even killed Tatars.

Such a person who kills without provoking others will burn high incense, so no one dares to offend him.

Although after getting along for the past few days, everyone felt that Ma Xiaotian's temper and character were actually quite good, no one was willing to test his bottom line.

Just like many people already know that Ma Xiaotian's nickname is Skinny Monkey, but no one dares to call it that.

Of course, Ma Xiaotian actually doesn't talk to them much.

In this tent, Ma Xiaotian usually only exchanged a few words with Luo Xiaoliu.

Luo Xiaoliu thought this might be because they slept next to each other every day, stood side by side, and both of them had a small character in their names.

Because I still feel uncomfortable.

In the darkness, Luo Xiaoliu could only rub his belly again, hoping that this would have some effect, hoping that the fish he had for dinner and the fish soup he drank could smooth his intestines.

If possible, he really hoped that he would never eat fried noodles again.

Fried noodles are a new portable military ration that Li Ping decided on for his troops a few months ago to replace the Ming army's traditional rice and pot cakes.

Of course, Li Ping also copied this from his homework.

Anyone who is familiar with military history knows that fried noodles were created for the volunteers by General Li Jukui (who was awarded the title of General in 1958), who was the Northeast Logistics Minister during the Korean War.

Edible military rations.

An individual soldier only needs a long cloth bag to carry around seven days' worth of food. Water is sufficient when eating, and there is no need to separate water and cold water (of course boiled water is best). It also feels full and has sufficient calories.

According to calculations, the calories provided by fried noodles can reach about 66% of the same weight of chocolate.

Moreover, the preparation of fried noodles is very simple and easy to produce in large quantities and quickly.

It is usually made by frying and mixing wheat flour, rice flour, sorghum flour, soybean flour, etc. in a certain proportion with oil, and then adding salt.

The specific formula is not fixed, you can use whatever is available, but usually wheat flour will account for about 70%.

But some fried noodles are based on rice or soybeans.

Even in the later years of the war, millet, kidney beans, corn, beets and other vegetables were being added to improve the nutritional composition.

These advantages of fried noodles are enough to outshine fried rice and pot cakes by several streets. It was also the only individual soldier ration that Li Ping could think of before industrialization that was easiest to produce and could provide enough heat energy for the human body.

Of course, the shortcomings of fried noodles are also very prominent.

The process of frying fried noodles destroyed the vitamins so much that some of the volunteers suffered from night blindness and severe rotten mouth corners.

But the volunteers also had many solutions. For example, boiling pine needle water and drinking it was one of the effective methods at that time.

Another problem with long-term consumption of fried noodles is that it is prone to constipation.

This is the problem Luo Xiaoliu is facing now.

As a prisoner, it turned out that Luo Xiaoliu could eat every meal and be full. He had never and did not dare to expect that he could eat freshly made hot food like other people as long as conditions allowed.

But what makes him depressed is that he has joined the newly established recruit camp for several days and has eaten several normal hot meals. Especially today on New Year's Eve, he ate fish newly caught from the lake and drank fragrant alcohol.

fish soup, but his constipation still didn't improve much.

If you can't sleep, you have a lot to think about.

After wrapping himself in a quilt, Luo Xiaoliu quickly thought of Zhao Dongdong, his great benefactor.

After being captured in Sheeptan, Luo Xiaoliu made a fire and dried his clothes, but he still caught a cold and developed a high fever because he soaked in the cold river water for too long.

However, the officers and soldiers who captured him did not abandon him, and even fed him decoction uncharacteristically, which gave Luo Xiaoliu, who had no hope of survival, a strong desire to survive.

He struggled to keep up with the marching ranks and never fell behind.

On the third day after being captured, while on the march, the platoon leader Zhao Dongdong who left his life accidentally encountered him again and recognized him.

Zhao Dongdong was stunned when he looked at Luo Xiaoliu, who was wilted, his face was sallow, and he was not carrying any weight.

Then, Zhao Dongdong hesitantly got off the horse and touched Luo Xiaoliu's head. After a sudden realization, he got on the horse again and left.

But soon, Zhao Dongdong came back holding a small thin quilt and threw it to Luo Xiaoliu.

Two days later, Luo Xiaoliu finally survived.

Only half of the dozen or so people captured with him survived. Luo Xiaoliu knew that he was very lucky.

He was very grateful to Zhao Dongdong.

After recovering from his illness, Luo Xiaoliu was incorporated into the auxiliary army, a team composed mainly of prisoners. They specifically followed the army and helped the army's logistics department carry various supplies.

The reason why they were not organized into a support battalion, but instead formed a new auxiliary force, was actually for safety.

After all, they were enemy combatants who had just been captured. During the march, it was too dangerous to be in a support camp with little combat capability.

Because he had been marching with the regular organized troops, Luo Xiaoliu had more opportunities to see Zhao Dongdong again.

Once, Luo Xiaoliu finally found a suitable opportunity to express his gratitude to Zhao Dongdong.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dongdong said nonchalantly: At that time, I just wanted to grab his tongue and interrogate him, but I didn't think about his life or death.

As for the quilt given to Luo Xiaoliu: Since Luo Xiaoliu's life was left by him, Zhao Dongdong, if Luo Xiaoliu died in a few days, he was afraid that others would laugh at him for doing useless things and wasting precious money on the way.

food.

As for the quilt, since it had been given to Luo Xiaoliu, Zhao Dongdong had no intention of getting it back and just asked Luo Xiaoliu to keep it.

Although Zhao Dongdong said it in an understatement and was not very polite, Luo Xiaoliu didn't take it seriously and was still very grateful to him and regarded him as his benefactor.

Of course, Luo Xiaoliu was also very grateful to the army team who did not kill him or torture him.

This army refreshed Luo Xiaoliu's very bad impression of former officials and military men. He always felt that everything was unreal.

The military discipline of this army is actually stricter than that of the rebels. There is goodwill and friendship between people that has never been seen anywhere, and there are countless new and wonderful things.

Even now, Luo Xiaoliu doesn't believe that he has actually begun to read, even though there are only ten numbers from 1 to 10 called Arabic numerals in a ghostly style, and two Chinese characters.

But this was a big deal for him who was blind.

Luo Xiaoliu felt that he was half a scholar, which made him very excited.

He felt that if he gave himself some more time, he might become a real scholar.

One makes the others, oh no!

A scholar who is respected by people in other places.

Not here, everyone here is considered a scholar.

When marching, everyone carried a large piece of thin wood or tree bark on their backs with a large character written on it, so that the eyes of those behind them were all filled with the word, making it difficult not to read it.

And among the entire team, most of these words were repeated over and over again. How could there be more than a dozen of the same word.

No matter where you go, you will always have the feeling of déjà vu, and you won’t be able to recognize them even if you don’t recognize them.

I don’t know who came up with this method.

But it's really useful.

Anyway, Luo Xiaoliu remembered it and became interested in knowing more words.

Luo Xiaoliu has no intention of running away now.

Moreover, he has become an active member very early. Not only will he take the initiative to take on the hardest and most tiring work, but whenever he has free time, he will take the initiative to lead their regular squad leader to see if there is anything that needs help.

Although he knew that the squad leader was actually just a deputy squad leader, because there was only a yellow circle on the squad leader's rotator cuff, not the big circle inside the squad leader's small circle.

A few days ago, a new military camp was set up near this dull place, and Luo Xiaoliu actively asked to join as soon as he heard the news.
To be continued...