Chapter 456 Whose fault is it?

Under the orderly arrangement, it only took a few minutes.

All the Red Army soldiers got their breakfast and started making self-heating rice.

Some Red Army soldiers who went to bed early last night did not know the steps, and those who knew taught them one by one.

While waiting for the self-heating rice to be cooked, everyone was not idle and started eating other foods.

Some Red Army soldiers took a bite of shaqima, or a bite of halved eggs, or drank a mouthful of canned juice. They just felt that it was very delicious and were reluctant to finish it all at once.

But when they were about to keep it in their arms, they remembered what the commander had said before, and had to eat it again with a painful look on their faces, with a guilty feeling on their faces.

These Red Army soldiers were entangled in the happy moment of enjoying delicious food.

Jiang Wanwan and Xu Wenzhao were also standing in front of the cashier, making their own portion of self-heating rice.

Not to mention, after being awake for more than eight hours without eating, they were still a little hungry.

As for Mr. Hu, who had already eaten breakfast, he was now sitting at the cashier, carefully looking at the list of supplies that Xu Wenzhao had written last night.

There is no system mall in the trial world, and there is only a pitiful chair in the supermarket.

Just now, Jiang Wanwan was very humble for this chair!

Mr. Hu and Xu Wenzhao said that as people who were staying here temporarily, they must not occupy the nest of others, so they let Jiang Wanwan sit down.

But did Jiang Wanwan dare to sit down?

Let Mr. Hu stand for her to sit down? Jiang Wanwan was afraid that once she returned to Earth, she would lose her nationality!

Finally, after her firm refusal and using the excuse that Mr. Hu had just recovered from a serious illness, he gave up the only chair.

As for what associations Mr. Hu had because of Jiang Wanwan's completely different attitude towards him and because she knew her identity as a future person before?

This was not a problem that Jiang Wanwan's simple little brain could consider.

Two servings of self-heating rice that were being cooked were placed on both sides of the cashier counter.

Xu Wenzhao on the left was picking up his halved egg shaqima and eating it.

As for Jiang Wanwan on the right, one serving of self-heating rice was enough for her. She was standing next to Mr. Hu at the moment, looking at the list in his hand, which was also the result of Xu Wenzhao's work last night. There

were Chinese characters on it, which were not very good-looking if written with a pencil, but they could still be recognized as what they were.

Among them, the weapons at the front are pistols, bullets, grenades and the like, followed by a large number. There are

100,000 bullets alone, 5,000 pistols, 10,000 grenades, and 500 bulletproof vests.

Jiang Wanwan had expected that no flash bombs would be needed, after all, Xu Wenzhao had muttered last night that there was no need to hold back on the enemy.

However, she did not expect that there would be so many other types of weapons!

It's not that Jiang Wanwan can't afford it!

After all, when she traveled through time, she emptied several dusty warehouses of the country.

The weapons she brought are probably more than all the weapons owned by the Chinese people at this time!

The key is that the 11th Regiment of the Red Army, including Mr. Hu, only has 457 people, and the supplies they can carry are limited.

100 bullets weigh about one pound, a pistol weighs one pound, two grenades weigh one pound, and even the lightest and thinnest bulletproof vest weighs about five pounds.

All these weapons added together must be about 13,000 to 14,000 pounds, right?

Add to that the thick military coats weighing five or six pounds, the food for the next few days, and their original supplies...

If you calculate it this way, each Red Army soldier will probably have to carry hundreds of pounds, right?

Jiang Wanwan looked at Xu Wenzhao and couldn't help asking, "Are you sure you want to buy so many weapons?"

"This is a rare opportunity, Miss Jiang should be able to supply it, right?" Xu Wenzhao asked with concern.

"I definitely have the goods, the key is that you can't take them away, right?" Jiang Wanwan frowned and said.

"We can take it away. I've calculated that the wounded carry 20 kilograms, and the other soldiers carry 50 kilograms. It's enough to take away these weapons!"

Huh? Carrying 50 kilograms, this is quite different from what I calculated!

When Jiang Wanwan continued to read down the list, she finally figured out where the difference was.

It turned out that the food written on Xu Wenzhao's list was pitifully small.

According to Jiang Wanwan's thinking, today is August 24th, and there are still four days before leaving the grassland on August 27th.

Besides, after leaving the grassland, it is not certain that food can be found immediately. It is possible that we have to provide aid to the troops that did not encounter the supermarket in front.

Calculated in this way, at least five days of food must be carried, one kilogram per day, which is five kilograms. Of course, it would be best to carry ten kilograms.

However, what was written in Xu Wenzhao's notebook?

On average, each Red Army soldier only had two kilograms of food!

"Only bringing this much food, this is... this is not enough to eat?" Jiang Wanwan said seriously.

She was originally emotionally excited and wanted to say "this is abuse", but she didn't blurt it out, and changed her words halfway.

Xu Wenzhao said: "Before entering the grassland, each of us carried two kilograms of barley flour, which lasted for three days. Now these two kilograms of food with meat are enough to last the rest of the journey. Even if it is not enough, we can just dig some wild vegetables to survive!"

"But..." Jiang Wanwan had too many words in her heart that she wanted to refute.

Of course, she knew the experience of the Red Army's lack of food and clothing when crossing the grassland. She also heard about two kilograms of barley for seven days, but she knew the price of this even more!

In just seven days, more than 10,000 soldiers were killed, with an average of nearly 2,000 deaths per day!

Now that we have better conditions and more people can survive, why should we still use the previous harsh conditions as the standard?

Xu Wenzhao had already guessed what Jiang Wanwan wanted to say, so he interrupted her and explained seriously.

"I know that carrying more food can help the brothers of the 11th Regiment survive as much as possible, but I know better that carrying more weapons out of the grassland can help more people survive!"

After hearing this, Jiang Wanwan's originally excited expression suddenly became silent, and she looked stunned and at a loss.

She traveled through time and thought she could change the fate of all the Red Army she met.

But the facts told her that these Red Army soldiers would still go hungry or even die just to transport more weapons, and these weapons could indeed allow more people to survive after being taken out of the grassland.

So, Jiang Wanwan should be happy, right? Why couldn't she be happy?

After being silent for a while, Xu Wenzhao spoke again.

"I know this decision is unfair to the brothers of the 11th Regiment, but I must seize the opportunity and take more weapons out. All the blame for this matter lies with me!"

Mr. Hu, who had been silent since he saw the list, suddenly raised his head and said solemnly: "No, I will give this order!"

Xu Wenzhao was unwilling. He wrote the list, so how could he let Mr. Hu take the blame for him!

After hearing the debate here, the Red Army soldiers next to him also expressed that they would do so voluntarily!