It should be said, although dog meat cannot be used on the table, it is lower than the beef and mutton level.

However, after Qingtian and his men cleaned up the two fat dogs, put them in the pot, added star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves and other large ingredients, added well water and then cooked.

It was only half cooked, and it was too late to pour sugarcane, large chunks of radish, lunch meat, and canned beef into it.

What a guy! The seductive, and domineering fragrance lingers in almost half of the town.

For a moment, the seventh company who had just eaten a bowl of brown rice at noon, but now they had digested it all, and they were getting hungry.

At the same time, Hu Biao can also see in the yard next door.

On the tattered courtyard wall, at least hundreds of baby soldiers were lying on it, staring at the situation here.

They all came here with the smell, and now the sound of sucking saliva in their mouths could be heard from Hu Biao far away.

"Wolf Green, bring me some of the candies you have hidden, as well as chocolates."

Perhaps he guessed Hu Biao's intention, Lang Qing, who was usually asked for something, became extremely generous this time.

From the backpack that never leaves her sleep, she found about a pound of hard fruit candy and two large pieces of chocolate, and delivered it to Hu Biao.

With these things, Hu Biao walked towards the courtyard where the baby soldiers were.

This is to tell these kids that they must not run around, because they will eat something with them later without just a foot of saliva.

And when Hu Biao got up and walked along the way.

Lao Yang, the warehouse manager and other people who were already a little anxious because they were waiting for the dog meat to be cooked. Based on the idea of ​​passing the time, they stood up and followed.

I plan to just pass this, and that difficult time before the meal starts.

Even Uncle Chu and Liu Hui and other new rookies hesitated for a while and moved their pace to follow.

Only Wang Gang, the second-generation ancestor who was code-named Young Master, was sticking out his butt and helping Qingtian to set fire to the three large pots lined up along the way, without any intention of going to see them.

Because in the eyes of this spoiled second-generation ancestor, there is nothing now, it is something that he expects more than such a meal of dog meat in front of him.

Damn it! Even if the sky falls, he can't stop him from finishing such a meal of dog meat.

However, when Hu Biao and others were about to get to the place, they discovered some unexpected situations.

That was because at this moment, a soldier with a big blonde hair and a big nose suddenly appeared, looking at these baby soldiers with shock, and his mouth was wide open for a long time and could not say a word.

After seeing the guy's back, the camera hanging around his neck, and the blonde hair and blue eyes.

At the first moment, Hu Biao had some bold ideas in his mind; he planned to use this guy who should be a war correspondent to complete it once...

Rose, is a war correspondent from Uncle Sam's house.

Under the command of the commander, take a transport plane driven by the Flying Tigers.

Ross passed the dangerous Camel Route and finally came to this ancient Eastern country for a month for the people of Uncle Sam's house.

To be honest! Compared to Uncle Sam's house, who has completely walked out of the Great Depression, this mysterious ancient Oriental Guo Jia is too backward in Ross's eyes.

That is, the city of Shuangqing, which gave him a slightly better feeling. The poverty level in other rural areas can be said to be a bit beyond his imagination.

But even so, Ross still had a good impression of Guo Jia.

The main reason is that not only are the people here very friendly to him, but the food here is so delicious for him.

In comparison, during the 20 or 30 years of his life in North America, the various foods he ate, which are crude and unpalatable, can be described as pig food.

And after shooting for more than half a month in Shuangqing, Rongcheng and other places, Ross had to be under the escort of a translator and two Chinese soldiers.

Drive a Willis Jeep and arrive in a more remote place in western Yunnan.

Nothing else! The chief was very dissatisfied with some reports about the bald heads and the officials who were under his command.

The people of Uncle Sam's house don't seem to like to see these stupid things.

In this way, Ross, who was criticized, could only come to the more dangerous frontline in western Yunnan, intending to find some more valuable news.

It also means that the types of delicacies he can obtain suddenly decreased.

But thanks to Brother Jesus! Today he was riding a Willis jeep and came to this ancient town with the last bit of sunset under the hunger.

He didn't even enter the town at that time, and he was immediately attracted by the air, a tempting fragrance.

Ross was willing to swear in the name of his grandfather that this was definitely the most tempting smell of meat he had in his life, and there was no such thing as this.

Therefore, I completely rejected my temporary translation and quickly found a place to stay before talking about it.

First, he directed the guard who acted as a driver and drove a jeep across the narrow streets of bluestone. He smelled the smell and searched all the way.

Even when the car drove to an alley and couldn't continue driving in.

Without any hesitation, he got off the car and walked into the alley.

But when the fragrance between the nose became more and more domineering, Rose, who suddenly saw something, was immediately attracted by all his attention.

That was when he saw a group of minors, even children, little soldiers.

Yes, the warriors, not Rose's memory and understanding, the boy scouts in Uncle Sam's house were just like games, queuing and walking around and going out for camping.

In his instinct, he knew that this was his best interview subject and topic.

It is just based on the experience gained from Ross' interviews on this land in recent times that he knew that his white face would make these little warriors feel a little unrelaxed and reserved.

So, after he searched in his pocket.

Finally, I successfully found a candy, a candy that was extremely disliked by the soldiers, thinking it was a candy that was from the garbage individual soldiers' rations.

He delivered it to a soldier who looked only nine years old, ten years old, or even younger.

At the same time, using awkward and weird pronunciation, I said that I only learned it after I arrived on this piece of land. It is a few words of Chinese that I know:

"Sugar, I'll give you it's very sweet."

Then, when the little soldier carefully put the candy in his mouth, a moving look suddenly appeared on his face.

Even though he had been engaged in a lot of physical labor, the little soldier's cheeks looked a little dirty.

But at this moment, Ross had to admit that this little boy with a shy expression looked cute like a little angel when he smiled.

It even made Ross involuntarily remember his big nephew in Michigan.

It was also true that he felt incredible and disgusted by letting such a young child go to the battlefield.

It felt that through the effect of this candy, the little warrior obviously narrowed his distance. At this time, Ross knew that he finally knew that he could speak.

Of course, these more complex conversations.

I just need the help of the strange accent, Translator Zhou, who could only barely hear him.

Regarding the little warrior who showed obvious innocence on his face because he had a cheap candy piece, Ross asked: "Hello, what's your name? You're in your teenage years."

The reason for asking this is that Ross knew from his own experience that the children on this land often looked younger because of malnutrition.

So he thought that this child, who may be only eight or nine years old, should be over ten years old.

Because in his boldest vision, he could not imagine or understand a child under ten years old, joining a violent group like the army and then going to the battlefield.

However, when the childish voice rang out.

Translator Zhou said, "Zhang Quansheng, 9 years old, he said he was only 9 years old."

"Oh my God! Did I have auditory hallucinations because of my hypoglycemia?" In this answer, Ross instinctively asked Translator Zhou.

But there is no need to answer the Chinese translator. Just the heavy expression on the face of this Chinese man in his thirties, Ross knew that he had heard it correctly.

But it was precisely because he confirmed this that he roared at Translator Zhou:

"Damn it, he's only 9 years old. Why are you all willing to call him into the army? He should go to an orphanage and go to school, and that's where he should go."

Faced with such a question, Translator Zhou said with a wry smile:

"We have been fighting with the Japanese for 13 years. Even before you formally provide assistance, our agricultural country has been fighting with such an industrial country for many years.

In order to defend our land, many people died in the case of huge equipment gap, and we needed to calculate the number of people in tens of millions of units.

So now, we have to recruit these underage children into the army and let them bear the responsibility on their shoulders; as for schools, orphanages? Do you believe it or not, if we hadn't absorbed him, he might have starved to death."

After being silent for a long time, I tried to digest such incredible information.

Rose asked the next question to Zhang Quansheng: "Okay, Zhang, are your parents? Where are they?"

In fact, after asking such a question, Ross regretted it because if he hadn't encountered misfortune, there were a few parents who would have been willing to let their little angels appear in a ghost place like the battlefield.

Ross' prediction was not wrong, but he did not expect Zhang Quansheng to be calm in his answers to all this.

Although there was a heartache expression in his eyes, he could look at all of this bravely: "They died and were killed by the Japanese."

Perhaps to divert this distressing topic, Ross tried to say something easier.

So, he asked a question that the other party should like to hear in a relaxed tone as much as possible:

"Zhang, you will definitely win this war; then have you ever thought about what you will do when the Japanese are beaten away?"

In Ross's opinion, he might have heard some scientists, artists, or generals, such answers.

It was like the same question at the beginning. When I asked my nephew, I was the same answer from the child who thought the future world must belong to him.

It was just such a simple question that made Zhang Quansheng very embarrassed.
To be continued...