Chapter 1723: The Astra Militarum on the Tip of the Tongue
Seeing his bodyguards and flag officer eating with gusto, Creed's stomach began to grow, so he whispered to himself:
"That stuff looks pretty delicious. It seems I have to try it too."
As he said that, Creed opened the door curtain and walked into the temporary kitchen. The people in the cooking company were busy inside. The makeshift kitchen was filled with smoke, and everyone wanted to salute after seeing him.
Creed smiled and waved his hand.
"You are busy, you are busy, don't worry about me."
His bodyguard Jaran Kyle walked slowly behind Creed, biting into the few steaks left in his hand, almost starting to chew After seeing a sausage, he immediately threw away the bone and stretched out his hand, but was immediately hit hard by a spoon on the back of his hand.
"Jialan! You damn thief! Is that stomach a black hole? Captain, he has already stolen several pounds of things!"
Looking at the angry Captain of the Cooking Company , Creed smiled, turned around and poked Jialan in the chest.
“If you do this again, I will make you responsible for cleaning the restrooms of the whole group. Then I will see if your appetite is still that good.”
"Uh! Don't! I can't do it anymore, I promise."
"Did you hear that, he said he can't do it anymore."
After saying that, Creed walked past the long table, Glancing at the ingredients on it, you can see everything from slightly blackened bread to Grox meat, to light yellow cheese, to eggs and vegetables.
Then he walked to a large pot. Two cooks were working hard to stir it. Creed took a look and saw a light red viscous liquid inside.
“What have you prepared for everyone today?”
The commander of the cooking company immediately introduced:
“Today is the special vegetable red soup and Grox double-decker burger, with a sausage and some fruits for each person, but some bastards have already started eating in advance. ”
Creed nodded.
“Everyone has been tired for a day, so eat better, but give priority to foods that are not easy to store, such as sausages or dried meats, and dehydrated vegetables. Try to keep them. You don’t know what will happen in the future. The supply has been interrupted. Everyone will have to eat ration bars after eating happily. "
"Understand, I have been prepared, but the big shots above are really kind-hearted this time. I have been a soldier for so many years. This is the first time that the supplies distributed exceed the minimum limit of the Ministry of Military Affairs.”
"Ha, it's my first time too. Maybe this is the difference between Space Marines and mortal officers."
Speaking of this, Creed couldn't help but think of the scene when the theater headquarters announced the supply quota during the meeting. , everyone was very happy, but those Krieger officers actually publicly declared that the soldiers should not be given such good supplies, and that corpse starch and ration bars were enough.
Their reason turned out to be that too good supplies would make soldiers lose their fighting spirit. Creed wanted to open the skulls of those living dead to see what was inside?
Is this what an officer can say? What did they think of the soldiers?
Creed does not hate the Kriegs. In fact, he has always believed that the Kriegs are among the best soldiers in the Astra Militarum. They are brave, good at fighting, and very capable. They endured hardships and stood hard work, but the rigid and cold-blooded command caused them to shed too much blood that should not have been shed.
Putting aside those messy thoughts, Creed walked to a dirty table and took a stool.
“By the way, did the political commissar eat?”
“Yes, he said he would write a battle report later and ate it in advance.”
“That’s fine. , I’m starving too, please give me a soldier’s set meal!”
“Captain, it’s too crowded here. How about I send it to your dormitory?”
"That's it, that's it. It's okay. I'm not mysophobic. I can't eat food bars mixed with mud."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Just here At this time, Jialan also made a broken chair and sat down next to him.
Creed glanced at the other party.
“You haven’t eaten enough yet?” “One more cushion.”
"If you can't do the job of two or three soldiers on the battlefield if you eat enough for two or three people, I will have to gag you."
At this time The cook captain came over with a tray. Inside was a thick burger, almost as big as Creed's face, with three thick slices of steak, vegetables, cheese and fried eggs, and a cup of light cyan. There is a juice drink, and there is red soup in the bowl on the side, along with a sausage, some dipping sauce, and a few fresh fruits.
“It smells so good!”
Creed was so hungry that he grabbed the edge of the burger with his big hands and started to devour it without caring about his image.
Although he is a regiment leader, Creed has always eaten and lived with the soldiers. He has not eaten such delicious Grox meat for a long time, especially the fat one. The meat is tender and tender in his mouth. It's slightly chewy and slightly oily, which leaves a lingering flavor in your mouth. When combined with the crispy vegetables, it's really addictive. The bread looks firm but is actually quite soft. It feels salty and slightly sweet when you first eat it. It's obviously Coated with sauce, the cheese made the whole burger taste even better, and Creed could taste it. This was not the kind of low-quality synthetic cheese that people can't handle. It had a rich milky aroma and a mellow taste. It should be a relatively high-end product.
The whole burger looked huge, but it took Creed little time to eat it. After finishing the meal and drinking half a glass of drink, he picked up a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of thick soup. There was a small piece of meat, so I put it in my mouth.
"Huh!?"
The next second, he raised his eyebrows and turned around.
"This is."
The commander of the cooking company who was commanding heard the sound, turned his head, and then said with a smile:
"Oh, commander, I added an extra can of antbull for your share. Don't worry, it's taken care of."
"I said, why is it so fresh."
Creed grinned, took another spoonful, and savored it carefully.
Ant-bull is worthy of being a noble food. The quality of its meat is not comparable to Grox meat. The red soup itself is a traditional Cadian taste. One sip can’t help but evoke Creed’s homesickness. feeling.
For the Cadians who are fighting abroad, being able to have a taste of their hometown should be their greatest comfort.
After that, he picked up the sausage, dipped it in some hot sauce, and took a bite. The fat exploded directly in his mouth. There was a lot of fat in this kind of sausage. Maybe ordinary people would be a little tired of eating it, but It's just right for soldiers who need heat very much.
After finishing the food three times, Creed looked to his side. Jalan had finished his work long ago and was slowly peeling a fruit.
Creed shook his head, stood up and put the fruit in his pocket.
“I’m going back first.”
"Then I -"
"You should go back and rest, I will call you if anything happens."
"Okay."
"By the way, over there with the political commissar If you have any reports, bring them to me in time."
"No problem."
Creed returned to his dormitory. The space inside was quite large. Outside the window was the courtyard. This place should have originally belonged to a relatively high-ranking enemy leader. It was relatively clean. After throwing away everything inside, only Creed's camp bed, a wooden bench and a round table with half of it missing.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Creed lit his rationed cigarette, took a deep breath, and then blew out a large smoke ring into the cold night.
Suddenly, he thought of something and took out a war zone briefing from the bag hanging on the wall that he had received a few days ago but had not had time to read.
Lying on the cot, he opened the briefing. After reading it for a while, Creed shook his head, frowning deeply, and reached out to flick the cigarette ashes onto the bed.
“The situation doesn’t seem too optimistic.”
(End of this chapter)