When the guards arrived at General Mellen's camp, he was squatting next to the fire, drooling, staring straight at the can of beef on the campfire.
If an acquaintance from the past looked at him, they would not be able to connect this guy who looked like a migrant worker with the elegant, polite and aristocratic young man from back then.
The army, especially the army in war, is the most training place.
It can easily turn a good-for-nothing aristocrat who can only recite poems and paintings, who is well-dressed and well-fed, and who would fuss about a thorn on his hand for a long time, into a man who can climb on ice and sleep in the snow, eat and sleep in the open air, and can roam around like a wild dog.
People who can dig out food from garbage dumps.
Due to the tight siege of Ryder City and the shortage of supplies in the city, the nearly 100,000 troops had already severely restricted the supply of supplies.
All supplies are given priority to the front-line combat troops. Even so, they are extremely limited, with only half a catty of food a day.
And rubbish troops like the 4th Caribbean Division naturally have their quotas drastically reduced. According to the official supply quota, they can only barely survive every day.
But for the Caribbean Division, this is not a problem. Although they are trapped in a tight siege, they can still get enough food supplies for themselves. They can even eat beef that only the human Naian Army can eat.
can.
This is entirely due to the strong business skills of the soldiers in the army. They used to be a group of professional smugglers. Even if they are not, their relatives at home also rely on this to make a living.
In such a living environment, all these brats have developed the good habit of not taking the law seriously.
Although the Semitic people and the human race were in a fierce battle, the defense lines of both sides were intertwined and heavily defended. But for these moths in the army, the defense line had been riddled with holes and could even be shuttled back and forth.
It's like entering a deserted place.
This is actually not surprising. Although the Semites and the Humans are constantly at war, they all have what the other side needs in their hands.
For example, the Semitic soldiers robbed a lot of gold and silver jewelry, but during the siege, these gold and silver jewelry could not be used as food.
On the human side, the soldiers were well-supplied. The canned food they were given made them all want to vomit. But they didn't have much money in their hands.
Under this circumstance, with the sound of thunder between heaven and earth, the soldiers of the great Caribbean Fourth Division made a shining appearance.
They risked their lives, crossed the intersecting fronts, and used their little savings to exchange for canned food from the hands of human bastards.
At the beginning, this was the most dangerous thing, because if you were not careful, you would be killed by the opponent. But you must know that these people have been driving boats crazily since their ancestors, fighting against the wind and waves, and narrowly escaped death between the two continents.
He shuttled back and forth between the two countries and started a hugely profitable and promising smuggling trade.
They have never lacked the spirit of adventure.
Although both the Semites and the humans declared each other to be universal enemies, there was not much hatred between soldiers.
On the contrary, they all have a common language. They were all forced to go out to fight by the officials, and they all missed Erya at the head of the village and the old sow at home.
Especially since the other party came over with real money and paid twenty times the price to buy junk canned food that even looked disgusting to him. This kind of unjust injustice was naturally warmly welcomed by the human soldiers.
, not to mention, they claim to be Lord Luo’s brother-in-law.
When the Caribbean people came back, they naturally brought a lot of food with them.
For the Semitic people who lacked food, having dry steamed buns was equivalent to celebrating the New Year. Now the Caribbean people actually come up with these canned meats, a lot of bad wine, and the kind of food that can refresh the mind and eliminate boredom called
The magical thing about cigarettes.
Although the price is a bit expensive, for the precarious Semitic soldiers, having enough to eat is the greatest happiness. Who knows whether they will be killed by bombs falling from the sky tomorrow?
Therefore, they looked at the Caribbean people as they looked at Hermes, the legendary god of commerce.
In this way, the Caribbean people shuttled back and forth between the two sides, started trading, and made a lot of money from the process. A small black market was even formed.
Everyone from top to bottom of the Caribbean Division was involved, and business was booming for a while, with money being made every day. It was getting more and more prosperous, and the business would not stop until the war ended.
As the commander of the Caribbean Division, General Mellen naturally made a lot of money from this.
As a commander, his material rations are sufficient, but after trying Nai'an's canned meat a few days ago, he can no longer live without this industrially produced junk food. He has to have it with every meal.
Can.
The flames licked the bottom of the can, turning the originally bright iron bottom into a layer of darkness. At the same time, bursts of meaty aroma also emitted from the can.
As a very conscientious capitalist, in order to save costs, Lei Erye produced this kind of industrially produced canned meat, which was completely modeled after the US military's Spam luncheon meat.
The ingredients inside, in addition to meat, water, and starch, also add a lot of fat. In addition, there are also a lot of animal offal, such as liver, large intestine, etc., as well as strong carcinogens used for antisepsis.
Substance nitrite.
In order to increase the taste, a large amount of salt and various spices are added.
In this way, all other flavors in the can are masked.
Once opened, the aroma is naturally fragrant, making people salivate and salivate.
Ordinary Semitic soldiers had never seen this before. They had never even seen white flour a few times, but now they had meat to eat, and it was canned meat that melted in your mouth and was extremely delicious. This kind of thing, even the rich landlords
They may not have seen it either.
If they weren't fighting now, they would all think they were in heaven.
As soon as the messenger entered Melun's camp, he was immediately attracted by the smell. He swallowed hard, then saluted Melun and said: "My lord, General Melo invites you.
"
Melun couldn't help but be startled. He thought to himself: 'It's so late. It's rare that the enemy didn't launch artillery and air raids today. It's a good time to have a peaceful sleep. What's his invitation?'
But he had no choice but to stand up staggeringly. Youxin left immediately, but looking at his cans, he hesitated for a moment, then picked them up and said: "Lead the way."
The guards were stunned for a moment, and admired Melun in their hearts: they had also heard about Uncle Melun's black market in private. But this was to see the commander, and he actually dared to do so openly.
Take this can with you.
This is really a bit too arrogant.
However, as a young guard, he also knew how to behave. He only glanced briefly, then looked away. He turned around and walked out.
Melun followed him, carrying the box of cans, and strutted through the streets and alleys. Occasionally, when he met an acquaintance, he would say hello loudly.
This situation is very ridiculous. The guard even felt a trace of resentment in his heart. This is to go to the headquarters. Sir, can you keep a low profile. If the lichs know that you are doing business in private, the entire Semitic tribe will be affected.
The higher-ups will be implicated.
When Mellen arrived at Melo's headquarters, the loudspeaker outside was still playing the saxophone.
Maybe it's because another unskilled player, or simply a novice, played the saxophone intermittently and out of tune at all. And the most terrifying thing is that from time to time, a shrill high note will be played.
.
Next to it, there is a guy beating the gongs and drums desperately, making a sound of "all bang bang..."
It's like a child... uh, no, two children playing around with musical instruments. The noisy person will have a headache and can't sleep at all.
The original petty-bourgeois atmosphere was gone, leaving only a cacophony of noise.
The soldiers who were planning to sleep were all kept awake by the noise, and all of them were yelling in the direction of the distant sound.
Melun also frowned and cursed a few times at the bastard who was making noise in the distance. Then he walked into the headquarters.
When the door was closed, Melun was surprised to find that the sound insulation of the bunker was extremely poor. Even if he stood in the room, he could still clearly hear the noise coming from far away.
Under the leadership of the guards, he passed through a large number of staff officers who were busy in front of the map.
Those people looked at the cans he was holding in his hands, and all of them looked at him in astonishment.
Due to their wariness against officers, Caribbean people rarely sell these things to them, but these officers have also heard about this can. Occasionally they will try to get two to taste in private. But this kind of thing never happens
It's tacit, and there's no way to expose it.
Now Melun actually brought one over. Was he out of his mind and wanted to expose his behavior of secretly transporting the enemy's smuggled materials?
At this time, Melun was seen arriving at the door of Melo. Before he entered, he had already shouted loudly: "Hello, General Mero. What do you want from me?"
What a coincidence. During the war, my brothers seized a few cans from the enemy and brought them to you to try. Haha, hahahaha..."
As he spoke, he walked into the inner room.
All the officers looked at each other, and they all saw the admiration in each other's eyes: Look at General Melun, he is worthy of being a general. This is really shameless.
The Caribbean Division was said to be the disgrace of the Flash Army, truly the "Fifth Scum of War", and it was still hiding in the rear. However, Melun claimed to have captured enemy supplies.
If you tell this kind of story to an idiot, he won't believe it.
But he dared to say it with a shy face. I really don’t want to admire his thickness of skin.
Melun came to the room and saw General Mero sitting at the other end of the table, holding a bowl of gruel and carefully scooping the rice grains into his mouth.
He immediately boldly threw the can in his hand on the table, then pushed it over and said: "General, don't drink that stuff. It's not full. It'll be gone as soon as you urinate. Try this, oil."
It's strong, meaty and fragrant. One can will last you a whole day."
Merlo looked at the can and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
I saw a grinning, naive pig-headed pig-head printed on the can. Erye Lei ordered that all cans be stamped out with a stamping machine to punch out the trademark. Although this will increase the cost, it is the brand.
an important part of strategy.
After people are familiar with and identify with this can brand, it will be extremely difficult for others to want to produce cans and enter this market.
He smiled bitterly, then reached out and picked up the can, weighed it carefully in his hands, and said: "I've heard of this stuff a long time ago, but it's a pity that you bastards are selling it all over the street.
, but I have never seen it.”
General Melun couldn't help but hesitated, and then shouted loudly: "Sir, please don't accuse us wrongly. This is really what we captured from the enemy. There are more than 8,000 brothers in our division who can testify for me.
At that time, I fought with that human soldier for 3,000 rounds, with neither victory nor defeat. Later, I used a trick called Monkey Stealing Peach..."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands to make gestures.
Melo shuddered and hurriedly interrupted him, saying: "Mellun, we are all sensible people. In front of me, you should stop pretending to be stupid."
Melun was startled for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Sir... Sir, I don't understand what you mean. I have always been loyal to the Semitic people. And I have made great contributions. This heart can be said to the heaven..."
As he said that, he stood up and swore an oath.
Mero ignored him. Instead, he stood up, walked to the door, opened the door, and looked outside the door warily to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then walked back again.
Melun looked at his strange behavior and couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.
Melo sighed and said: "General Melun, we don't talk secretly, so I will tell the truth. Have you always been in contact with that side?"
Melun immediately shook his head like a rattle and said: "No, absolutely not. How could I have any contact with those people? No contact, no contact at all..."
Mero couldn't help but sigh again, interrupted him, and said softly: "I plan to revolt."
The words were spoken in a low voice, but Melun froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.
After a while, he finally regained his composure and said: "Sir, this...this is not a joke, it might lead to beheading. I will pretend that I didn't hear what you said today. Let's
If anything happens, we will continue tomorrow..."
As he spoke, he stood up in a panic, like a rabbit trying to escape.
Melo found that talking to Melun seemed to be particularly laborious. He couldn't help sighing again, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Don't be afraid. To tell you the truth, I am a member of the black band."
Melun was startled and asked curiously: "What... what band?"
Melo said clearly: "Black band."
Melun was stunned for a while, vaguely feeling that the name was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere just now, but he couldn't remember it at all for a while.
Merlo looked at Melun's strange expression and couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "This damn idiot."
The Black Band is a secret organization within the Lingshan Army that opposes the High Priest, and it has been constantly absorbing new blood to expand its influence.
All Semitic officers who are young, passionate, and full of a sense of justice are proud to join this organization.
General Melun was actually scratching his head there. This shows that this guy has never heard of this organization before, which means that he is not favored by others at all.
Suddenly, Mello found that he didn't even have the strength to sigh.
He paused for a moment, then said: "Look back, when your people go to do smuggling business again, just tell the other side's soldiers that the black band is ready to take action and ask them to cooperate."
Melun was stunned for a long time, and then said in a solemn voice: "Sir, since you have made your words clear, I will also say something.
What if, just what if. Even if my men go to engage in smuggling with the human race, of course this is just a hypothetical situation, not true.
Even if my men engage in smuggling with the human race, if you say something like this without any clue, people may not be able to understand it, and it may delay your important event."
Mello looked at him with a half-smile, and at this moment, he was finally sure that if this guy wasn't a real idiot, he was an extremely smart guy.
He said softly: "General Melun, do you think that with the name of Lorraine, the flying eagle war god of the human race, and the pervasive intelligence system of the SS, he will be completely unaware of your petty theft?
"
Melun froze immediately.
He thought about it carefully and realized that, apart from the first contact, the business between the Caribbean and the human race seemed to be too smooth.
No matter how much hard currency they took, the human race could easily eat it all. Sometimes, they even generously allowed them to borrow money.
Because of this, many Caribbean people secretly scolded those human idiots behind their backs.
Now it seems that the transaction is likely to be a human intelligence agency using itself to obtain various types of intelligence.
He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat: These humans are really thoughtful and pervasive~! It's a shame that he is a real brother-in-law, otherwise he wouldn't even know how to die.
Seeing the cold sweat on Melun's head, Melo couldn't help but smile: It seems that this guy is not too stupid.
At this moment, the noise coming from the loudspeaker in the distance finally stopped, and then a voice said again: "Now, let's ask our black band to play "Moonlight" for everyone."
Hearing that voice, Melun's mind suddenly flashed like lightning, and it suddenly lit up: Black band, yes, just now, before that huge voice made a wild cry, there was some kind of black band playing.
A very sad and artistic piece. And now, it’s a black band.
And Melo also calls himself a black band, so there must be some ulterior connection~!
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