Extra Chapter: A Meal of the Imperial Guard 2
An army marches on its stomach. ——————————French Emperor, Napoleon
Alan Bayer, the commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, a lieutenant colonel officer of the Imperial Guard, and the senior staff of his regiment are reviewing the supplies. Before the regular supply list of the Ministry of Military Affairs is filled out and implemented, as the commander of the regiment, they There is an obligation to choose the best supply option for each soldier.
At this moment, the command point of Skadi's Fourth Regiment is filled with many new cans. They are probably products produced in the nearby agricultural world, or specialties of Gundwa VI. Generally speaking, a hundred flowers are blooming.
And these are not commodities. In order to ensure that they can be eaten normally in a world with harsh environment and full of poisonous gas, they usually have thick external armor, commonly known as canning.
In theory, the food here can exist for hundreds of years and still be edible. In order to ensure that their transportation is convenient enough and the storage time is long enough, the empire even uses a multi-pronged approach of vacuum, high temperature, preservatives and sterile space. Although Can't guarantee the taste, but it's definitely "longevity".
If they were placed in the cellar, they might survive two terms of imperial high lord.
The outer packaging is also a dark green or colorless metal shell, and there is no can or anything, because this thing is expected to be able to withstand anything that may happen during transportation except direct fire, even including falling from low-Earth orbit. fall.
Alan Bayer took out his saber. As a commander, he must imagine the meal process and experience it himself. Yes, he must imagine that he is in the trench at this moment...
The first feeling of cutting is that it is hard. The tactical saber is an imperial weapon that can be placed on the muzzle of a gun and used as a bayonet. Although it is not a single-molecule blade, it can penetrate most physical tissues. It cannot help but use more force to deal with cans.
But this matter is actually still a technical job. You have to stand the knife upright, and then use a tricky posture to attack its welding joint. Military cans are not thin layers like civilian ones. The thick body of the can is also a soldier on the battlefield. Our important supplies can be used to make simple vigilance equipment, which can be tied with ropes to the road in the trench, and it will make a sound when something passes by.
So this thing is quite important. Generally speaking, it may take a lot of effort for a newbie to open a can. Even an experienced hand has to slowly tap its edge. When it is finally opened, the oval-shaped can reveals the contents inside, which seems to be Boiled soft vegetables, goro meat and potato-like plant roots.
But when Alan Beyer took the spoon and judged it one by one, it was almost impossible to tell what it looked like originally. Probably even the forensic doctor would have frowned when he came. If he hadn't had a list of supplies, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell what it was.
"Well...Commander, come and taste it."
The staff officer's expression changed. "My lord, you are the decision-maker."
Alan Beyer rolled his eyes. If it weren't for this thing, it might taste very good. He wanted to get rid of the can directly.
He took a shallow sip with a spoon. It was sour and slightly salty in the mouth. The first feeling was okay, but then he soon realized that there was a reason why those things solidified. Grease, a lot of grease, was so thick that it made your throat feel so strong after one sip. It felt greasy as if it had been pinched.
"Sun..." Even a lieutenant colonel as a soldier couldn't hold back his curse. This thing definitely has enough calories, but one bite will send people to the underworld.
"Heat it, try heating it!" the staff officer said immediately.
Alan Bayer doubtfully picked up the promethium heater issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs. To be honest, the power of this thing can be changed slightly. If it is overloaded, it can be used as a fragmentation grenade. Thanks to the simple folk customs in the Astra Militarum, otherwise For those gangsters in the hive city, there will inevitably be a bloody storm.
The sizzling heating sound and the surprisingly high efficiency of this thing and the unique smell of promethium, similar to the smell of gasoline mixed with an open battery.
The can tumbled quickly and gurgled, but it smelled even more sour and greasy, which made people frown.
If Alan Bair had not been a competent commander, he would have told him to go away, swallowed the food with suspicion, and then...
It's much better, not so greasy, but still unpalatable. To describe it, it can be described as the kind of food that obviously tastes good even if the raw materials here are stewed in a pot with salt, but it still manages to be unpalatable.
"Get out!"
The staff officer nodded and took out the second can. This thing was cube-shaped and looked a bit like luncheon meat when opened. It was mixed with a lot of starch and minced meat and tasted salty and greasy. However, Alan Bayer quickly noticed something was wrong. After a gap, a bubble came out of his mouth...
"Huh? What is this?"
The staff officer looked at the Gothic words on the list. "Bully meat, bubble meat, seems to be called bacon in its place of origin."
Alan Bair nodded. "Get it out of here!"
The staff officer took the thing away and replaced it with a new can. This time the can was strange. After opening it, there was light yellow dough inside. When cut open with a knife, a lot of gravy and oil came out. It was a pie. It looked like a meat pie. .
Picking up the spoon and taking a bite of the meat with dough, it tasted very good, and it didn't need to be heated to have a good flavor, which made Alan Bayer feel a little relieved.
The staff officer stretched out his hand to add it to the order, and Alan Bayer suddenly shouted. "Wait!"
They waited for a while, and there was no acute diarrhea, no bubbles, no abdominal pain, and it seemed safe.
Alan Bayer sighed and asked the staff to write a list. The staff suddenly said. "Captain, it seems that this thing has been discontinued. Its production world was occupied by greenskins some time ago."
...Silence, Alan Bayer was silent. “Next dish…”
The next food is a biscuit. To be honest, it looks very ordinary, but if this thing can be paired with the Empire's rich Ministry of Military Seasoning, it will definitely give the soldiers on the battlefield a lot of taste surprises.
The lieutenant colonel picked up the biscuit. It was yellow, had many holes, was relatively hard when pinched, and had no crumbs. It was obvious that a lot of improvements had been made for preservation.
It smelled like wheat, which was quite exciting. Then he took a bite of the food.
Click! Click? Ka…
Three mouths…
This thing didn't move at all and was so hard that Alan Bair hit the table a few times with it.
Dong Dong Dong…
"Advisor, we normally order the same items."
The staff officer nodded, but the soldiers of Skadi's Fourth Regiment didn't know this. They just felt that they were really tired of eating those things...(End of Chapter)