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- After finishing his inspection in Wangchao City, Zhao Hao drove north along the bay and headed to the station of the Wangchao Patrol Team in the Luzon War Zone. There are so many pirates in Southeast Asia that until the immigrant soldiers have no fighting capacity, they can only rely on the coast guard to protect their safety.
The scenery along the way is pleasant, the sea breeze is blowing, and there is also a bathing beach-level white sand beach, which is very pleasing to the eye. Zhao Hao had no intention of admiring the scenery outside the window because his waist was about to be broken.
The dirt road under the wheels was just built a few months ago, but when the rainy season came, it was washed away by several heavy rains and became full of potholes and ravines. Even if you are riding the latest carriage, it will still be bumpy.
"If I had known this, I would have come by boat." Zhao Hao felt more comfortable as he lay on Sister Ma's amazingly elastic legs.
"You insist on coming to the beach for a ride." Sister Ma teased him: "Isn't this enjoyable?"
"I didn't do that just to thank you." Zhao Hao smiled and kissed the kind and considerate Sister Ma.
"Is it because of the saint, or because of your female disciple?" Sister Ma teased.
"In various senses." Mr. Zhao hurriedly mumbled over and changed the subject: "We have to seize the time to build the road. But now there are too many places that use cement, and there is not enough money to build roads. Yes. It seems that there is Buton Island in the south of Sulawesi, which is rich in natural asphalt"
Secretary Ma gave him a look, quickly picked up his notepad, and wrote down Mr. Zhao's sudden whim.
¡°Is it the asphalt of ¡®A compilation of poems with thousands of miles of tips, every word is asphalt and blood¡¯?¡±
"Bingo." Zhao Hao gave her a thumbs up.
"You hate it, don't touch it, I'm writing" Sister Ma said coquettishly, "Or do you want to make your waist worse?"
"It's okay, I know how to save money" Mr. Zhao's voice became thicker.
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That night Zhao Hao stayed at the detachment base, and then there were the timeless three things of reviewing the queue, having dinner together, and holding a candle and talking.
The dinner in the evening is mainly seafood.
The characteristics of South China Sea seafood are large prawns that are bigger than the palm of your hand, shrimps that are as big as your forearm, razor clams that are as long as chopsticks, crabs that are bigger than the plate, as well as various fish, seaweed, sea urchins They are all fished out alive, cooked with seasonings shipped from the mainland and spices from Southeast Asia, and paired with ice-cold Yilan soda and Tiger beer. It's really mouth-watering.
Although Mr. Zhao has been eating seafood for two months, he still moved his index finger and smiled at the police officers sitting next to him: "It really cost your team a lot of money. Can you eat like this on a regular basis?"
"Almost." The young police officers said solemnly: "It's not so rich, but it's still these things."
¡°Eat seafood all day long?¡± Zhao Hao asked with a smile.
"No, I'm tired of eating it. The smell is enough." You Na said blankly.
"Good guy." Zhao Hao smiled and said, "I don't even know how to answer this."
The officers and soldiers all laughed, and the theater commander Jin Ke, who was sitting at another table, hurriedly explained for the nervous squad leader who was speechless:
"The patrol unit is also temporarily serving as the fishing brigade. Affected by the Kuroshio, the fishery resources in the Luzon coast are extremely rich. It is the best for the people, and it is almost the only source of protein for the time being. The immigrants are short of everything, even We couldn't even eat eggs, let alone meat. In line with the principle of 'all for the great immigration', the war zone accepted the request of the Governor's Palace, took off the net while patrolling, and became a part-time fisherman."
"Is that so?" Zhao Haoxiao asked the police officers: "You go out to sea to fish every day, so you must be quite unhappy, right?"
"Hehehe" The police officers laughed, obviously acquiescing.
"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Hao smiled, opened a bottle of soda, and refilled a glass for a third-level police officer next to him.
The police officer held the cup in both hands and whispered: "I have been fishing for a long time, and no matter how much I wipe the deck, I can't get rid of the fishy smell."
¡°My body is also full of fishy smell, and I can¡¯t wash it off even if I take a shower.¡± As soon as he started, the police officers next to him said:
"From the day we boarded the ship, we were asked to treat the warship as our wives, but how can anyone let his wife go fishing at sea?"
¡°That¡¯s right, the seniors fight red-haired ghosts, and we fish. The difference is huge¡±
¡°I heard that the Coast Guard in the Tamna Garrison Area and the Taiwan Garrison Area do not need to fish.¡±
Zhao Hao patiently listened to their complaints, and Fang smiled and said: "What you said makes sense. A battleship should be like a battleship. Fishing should be what the fishing company's fishing boats should do."
"Tell me, why does the GovernorA city on the top of a mountain surrounded by pines and covered with flowers appeared.
But compared to the beautiful scenery of this mountaintop city, the first thing that arouses people's amazement is the surprisingly cool weather here.
It¡¯s about 35-60 degrees in Wangchao City now, but it¡¯s only 22-3 degrees here.
Yesterday I was still suffering under the high temperature, but now I am suddenly back to spring.
When the breeze blows, it's so cold that one's hair stands on end.
"What a summer resort!" Sister Ma quickly added a cloak to Zhao Hao, and she also wore a blanket herself.
"This is Baguio." Zhao Hao said with a smile: "Look, does it look like the mist-shrouded Yaochi Wonderland?"
He pointed to a cluster of red and green houses in the distance, hidden in the shade. There are bridges in the mountains and valleys, with railings beside them, and trees and hills, all of which have been carefully arranged manually and in an orderly manner.
On a bronze plaque at the main entrance, there is a long line of words:
¡®The First Military and Civilian Sanatorium in Luzon welcomes you! ¡¯
ps. After these few days of rest, my eyes are basically healed. Thank you for your patience, we will resume normal updates tomorrow!
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