Seeing his bodyguard and the flag-holder eating with relish, Creed's stomach also gushed, so he murmured to himself:
"That thing looks pretty delicious, it seems I have to try it too."
As he said that, Creed lifted the curtain and walked into the temporary kitchen. The people in the kitchen were busy, and the entire temporary kitchen was filled with smoke. After seeing him, he wanted to salute.
Creed waved his hand with a smile.
"You are busy, you are busy, don't worry about me."
His bodyguard, Jalan Kyle, walked slowly behind Creed, biting the barely few meat steaks left on his hand, almost starting to bite bones. After seeing a sausage, he immediately threw away the bones and stretched out his hand, but was immediately hit by a spoon.
"Jalan! You damn thief! Is your stomach a black hole? Commander, he has stole several pounds of things!"
Looking at the angry company commander of the cooking company, Creed smiled and turned around and poked Jialan in the chest.
"If you want to do this again, I will ask you to clean the toilets of the entire group. I will see if your appetite is that good."
"Uh! Don't! I won't, I promise."
"Have you heard it, he said he won't."
After saying that, Creed walked across the long table and glanced at the ingredients on it, from slightly black bread to Grox meat to pale yellow cheese to eggs and vegetables.
Then he walked to a big pot again, and the two cooks were stirring hard, and Creed took a look and found a light red viscous liquid inside.
"What have you prepared for everyone today?"
The company commander of the kitchen company immediately introduced:
"Today is the special vegetable red soup and Grox double-layer burger, each with a piece of sausage and a few fruits, but some bastards have already started eating it in advance."
Creed nodded.
"Everyone is tired for a day and eats better, but they give priority to consuming foods that are not easy to store, such as sausages or jerky meat, and dehydrated vegetables. They don't know what will happen after that. If the supply is interrupted, everyone will have to eat happily and eat the ration sticks."
"I understand, I've prepared for a long time, but the big guys above are so kind this time. I've been a soldier for so many years and I've seen the first time I've seen the allocated supplies exceed the minimum limit of the Ministry of Military Affairs."
"Ha, it's my first time. Maybe this is the difference between Space Marine and Mortal Officer."
Speaking of this, Creed couldn't help but remember the scene when the War Zone Command announced the supply quota at the meeting. Everyone was very happy, but those Crieg officers actually publicly claimed that they should not be given such good supplies to soldiers, and corpse starch and ration sticks were enough.
Their reason was that too good supplies would make the soldiers lose their fighting spirit. Creed wanted to open the heads of the dead and see what was inside?
Is this something a military officer can say? What do they treat soldiers as?
Cried doesn't hate the Kriegers. In fact, he always believed that the Kriegers were one of the best soldiers in the Astral Army. They were brave, good at fighting, and very hard-working. However, the rigid and cold-blooded command layer made them shed too much blood that they shouldn't have shed.
Putting aside those messy thoughts, Creed walked to a dirty table and took a stool.
"By the way, did the political commissar eat?"
"I ate it, he said he would write a battle report later and eat it in advance."
"That's fine. I'm too hungry. Give me a soldier set meal!"
"Captain, here is too...why should I send it to your dormitory?"
"Just this, just this, it's okay, I don't have any cleanliness, so I can eat the same food sticks mixed with mud."
"Okay, you can wait."
At this moment, Jia Lan also made a broken chair and sat beside him.
Creed glanced at the other person.
"You haven't eaten enough yet?"
"Put another pad."
"If you can't do two or three soldiers on the battlefield, I will have to block your mouth."
At this time, the cooking company commander came over with a tray. It was a thick burger, almost as big as Creed's face, with three thick slices of meat chops, vegetables, cheese and fried eggs, and a light green juice drink. There was also a red soup in the bowl next to it, and a sausage and a little dip, as well as a few fresh fruits.
"Scent, really fragrant!"
Cried, who was so hungry, didn't care about his image, grabbed the edge of the burger with his big hands and started to swallow it.
Although he was a regiment leader, Creed always ate and lived with the soldiers. He had not eaten this delicious Grox meat for a long time, especially with fat. The meat in his mouth was tender but slightly chewy. A little oily and fragrant. It was really hard to stop when combined with crispy vegetables. The bread seemed firm and actually was quite soft. When it was eaten, it felt salty and sweet at first. Obviously, with sauce, the cheese made the whole burger taste a little higher. It was not the kind of inferior synthetic cheese that deals with people. It has a rich milky aroma and a mellow taste. It should be a relatively high-end product.
The whole burger looked big, but Creed almost didn't take much time to eat it. After drinking another half a drink, he picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup. He saw that there seemed to be a small piece of meat inside, so he put it in his mouth.
"Um!?"
The next second, he raised his eyebrows and turned around.
"This is......"
The company commander of the kitchen company heard the voice, turned his head, and then smiled:
"Oh, leader, I added an extra canned ant cow for your portion. Don't worry, I'll handle it."
"I said, why is it so fresh?"
Creed grinned, scooped another spoonful, and savored it carefully.
Ant cattle are worthy of being a noble food. The meat is not comparable to Grox meat. The red soup itself is a traditional taste of Cardian. It can't help but arouse Creed's homesickness after taking a bite.
The Cadians who fought outside should be able to eat the taste of their hometown.
Then he picked up the meat sausage, dipped it in some hot sauce, and then the fat exploded directly in his mouth. There was a lot of fat in this meat sausage. Perhaps ordinary people were a little bit greasy to eat, but it was just right for soldiers who needed calories very much.
After finishing the food in just a few seconds, Creed looked at him. Jialan was already done, and was slowly peeling a fruit.
Creed shook his head, stood up and put the fruit in his pocket.
"I'll go back first."
"Then I--"
"You go back and rest too. I will call you if you have any questions."
"OK."
"By the way, if there is any report from the political commissar, I will give it to me in time."
"no problem."
Creed returned to his dormitory. The space inside was quite large. Outside the window was the yard. It was originally a relatively high-level leader of the enemy. It was relatively clean. After throwing away everything inside, only Creed's camp bed, a wooden bench and a half-missed round table.
Sitting beside the bed, Creed lit his ration cigarette, took a deep breath, and then spit out a large smoke ring towards the cold night.
Suddenly, he thought of something and took out a war zone briefing from his bag hanging on the wall that he had received a few days ago.
Lying on the camp bed, opening the briefing, and after reading for a while, Creed shook his head, his brows were locked, and he stretched out his hand to flick the ash onto the bed.
Chapter completed!