() The next day was as boring as usual. In the early morning of that day, the treaty army crushed all the rebels to death in the core stronghold. Not even a fly could fly out. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that their demise was imminent.

, even the mecha support from the Allied Forces quickly weakened, and they only came a few times to show off a few missiles.

But the Treaty Army did not dare to relax at all, because they all knew that trapped animals often bite people before they die. Facts have proved that his idea was right. As a person involved, I felt the deepest, because these people who had gone crazy beat everyone

They raised all their wealth and offered an unbelievable high price of 20,000 for a mecha, and paid our basic salary for three months in one go. The generosity of the offer made me wonder if the money was about to be gone.

It's become useless.

Of course, this generosity is not without cost. As soon as the Treaty Army's offensive weakens, they will immediately use various communication tools to desperately urge us to attack "to eliminate as many enemies as possible."

Stimulated by the large reward money, the mercenaries became red-eyed and repeatedly called for instructions with high morale. They all said the same thing:

"Captain, do it or not!"

My answer is:

"Fuck your sister, if you keep yelling nonsense, your sister will be fucked too!"

I have no intention of moving at all, at least not at this time, because after all the mechas have withdrawn outside Vyborg, the fuel and ammunition in my hand have lost their supply source. I use less and less. I really can’t afford to mess around. Although

The Volga Company can meet part of the demand, but it is always uneconomical to use one's own money to subsidize military supplies (or other people's military supplies).

So I decided to wait.

But I didn't expect that a moderate episode would happen on this day.

"Hey, Dad Chen, I want to tell you something."

After a boring breakfast, Brother Ya suddenly came over mysteriously and said, his braces flashing coldly in his mouth, like a robot wearing human skin.

"If you fart, hurry up."

I impatiently threw the last bit of cheese into my mouth. Although the information said that this thing was somewhat nutritious and rich in energy, everyone's unanimous conclusion after eating it was that it was really strong in taste.

"The people who are helping the kitchen might be trying to steal our rations."

I felt like I had been slapped and kicked. I immediately jumped up and pointed at him and yelled:

"Damn it, is this nonsense allowed? If you continue to talk nonsense, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!"

When Brother Ya saw that I didn’t believe it, he jumped up anxiously and swore:

"Damn it, am I, Chen Zhiyuan, that kind of bastard? The sizes of our brown bread, oatmeal and nai cheese are all shrinking these days. If you don't believe me, take a look."

I said fuck you, you've eaten all of mine, and you've also chewed half of yours. What do you want me to think?

But Brother Ya took out the PCP from his pocket with a prepared attitude, and then brought up the picture reading software a few times. I only saw a picture on his menu that looked similar and had a similar shape. When I looked carefully, Ni

Ma turned out to be the oatmeal, brown bread and cheese he eats every meal, with measurement data on them. How boring is this thing?

Brother Ya didn't pay attention to my crazy expression, and proudly swiped the screen to show his observations.

"Take brown bread as an example. This is brown bread from No. 7 when supply started to be difficult. The length and width are about 25x14. This is brown bread from No. 8, and the size is 25x13. It is not very obvious. It can basically be expressed as an error...

But look, this is yesterday's black bread, the size is only 19x10, which means that our rations have shrunk by more than one-fifth in the past few days. These guys have a very bad conscience, so they still keep a little secret.

Minus it, if I wasn't a good person I would have been fooled by now."

As expected, he was the only one in college who discovered that the canteen's time card machine often deducted 30 cents to 50 cents more than usual. I was dumbfounded by this talented person who had no one noticed the problem for three years.

"Is it possible that we are short of food and have to cut back some?"

"Definitely not. The chef has always publicly announced the reduction. Every time, it is the same. I have never heard of such sneaky subtractions. It must have been done by people in the kitchen. Think about it, does it make sense?"

Brother Ya said it with certainty.

I pushed it back without even thinking about it.

"Tch, maybe it's because your character is so bad lately that you keep touching this kind of shrunken bread."

"Damn it, your character is so bad, I didn't even think that you would talk nonsense about this? I have done a statistical survey and prepared at least ten samples. Look at it, it's too small."

"...That's stealing and feeding."

"Whatever, as long as it works."

Having said that, I still don’t want to believe what Brother Ya said.

If you really need it, I can give you my rations and I can go out to eat some snow. It's really uncomfortable to use this trick to steal the corner from me.

Brother Ya seemed to be still immersed in his analysis results, put away the PCP and poked me.

"Hey, after lunch, why don't you take a walk around the kitchen and see what those grandsons are doing?"

I thought about it over and over, but still couldn't bear the desire to identify the truth, so I agreed.

It just so happened that neither Brother Ya nor I made it to the attendance list today, so we arrived at the restaurant on time and finished lunch as quickly as possible. Brother Ya winked at me, and we left the table without saying a word.

, walked to the door and suddenly turned right, heading towards the kitchen behind the cafeteria.

The establishment of our regiment and company is all poor, and the support facilities are of course not the best, only worse. The most typical thing is that the only official chef in the camp is an old non-commissioned officer. It is said that he is Captain Korninov's comrade when he was a private, and he is an outside bomb.

The fierce man who was bombarded and could still make mushroom soup in the kitchen with a meticulous attitude was originally planning to retire next year, but now he was recruited by the captain to take charge of our nearly thirty mouths.

Of course, one person is not enough, so we draw lots to select groups of five people from the group, and they rotate every week to help in the kitchen, helping out and washing dishes. They are also called kitchen helpers.

Because we had to prepare our portion first, the kitchen started about half an hour later than us. We made full use of this time difference and walked to the back door of the kitchen. At this time, the people in the dining room were getting louder and louder, and on the contrary, the people in the kitchen were

The banging began to weaken, and finally basically stopped. A few minutes later, a sound of chairs being pulled and tableware being moved came from inside, which was obviously preparations for dinner in the kitchen.

We waited outside for a while, and I felt more and more guilty. After all, it was really unethical and even a little dirty to do this secretly, so I thought about asking Brother Shangya to sneak away.

But unexpectedly, Ya Ge's adrenaline rushed to his head, and he suddenly jumped up and pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Haha, brother came to inspect, where are you..."

Then the guy's voice broke into two parts. Then I ran in and took a look. There were a table of helpers gathered around a small temporary round table. Some were holding bowls, and some had just picked up chopsticks.

He stared at us with big eyes and small eyes, and looked at each other lovingly, as if he had been cast on a body-fixing technique.

As for Brother Ya’s dull expression….

Because they were all drinking oatmeal. Note that it was only oatmeal. The table was clean. There was no trace of the standard black bread, and it had never appeared by visual inspection.

"Um... what are you doing... Damn, no, this is what you have for lunch?"

I asked stammering, feeling like I almost couldn't speak Chinese anymore.

"Oh, no, we haven't taken it out yet."

Someone quickly explained, but this excuse was so lame that even I could tell it was fake.

Because both the oven and the smokeless stove were empty, with only a few crumbs left on them.

"I'll go, what's going on?"

I felt a little nervous inside, and vaguely felt that I was going to be really embarrassed.

The chefs looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes were awkward and they didn't know where to look. They were trying hard to come up with a personal speech, but finally it was the chef who spoke.

"After the food ration was reduced, these guys made a secret rule. The rations are given priority to the combatants who consume the most energy to ensure combat attendance. Their second-line personnel will have their ration reduced by 30% and will be allocated to your ration."

God, my face must have been super red at that time. I suddenly remembered that the food reduction standards proposed two days ago included much less rations than what we are getting now, which means that what we deserve is more than what we just ate.

That portion is even less.

Although they are second-line personnel, the work of the helpers is actually not easy at all. Because of the shortage of manpower, in addition to helping with cooking, they also have to help clean mechas, clean, and maintain equipment. The tasks are very heavy, and yet we are still disgusted.

The rations they saved little by little?!

Damn it, animals are nothing more than that.

"Well, Father Chen, what are you here for?"

Suddenly, someone asked strangely.

I secretly kicked Brother Ya, who was also blushing, in the butt:

"I feel so unseemly eating and drinking what you cook all the time. Please help me wash the dishes."

I also felt that this reason was lame enough, but thank God, everyone believed it in an instant, and immediately refused fiercely, insisting that they didn’t have to do it, and when they got anxious, they even picked up a shovel and a chopping board to flatten us. Brother Ya and I

After insisting desperately, they reluctantly gave us half of the plates to clean.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the dormitory after work. The rabbits who got off the mecha asked me strangely where I had gone to play. So I finally couldn't contain my emotions that were about to boil, and I excitedly discussed the situation together.

Rabbit said it once, and the whole place fell silent, including the one who got angry yesterday and wanted to hit someone.

It's hard to say what they were thinking. Anyway, since that day, I have never heard anyone complain about the food problem, even if there was the first case of starvation and fainting, on the contrary, more and more rabbits began to

Wandering around the kitchen, asking the brothers inside with a friendly smile if they wanted to help...

It was like a firing pin that triggered the anger and disgust I had been building up, and it finally exploded.
Chapter completed!