Chapter 1725 The Astral Army on the Tip of the Tongue
Seeing his bodyguard and flag officer eating with gusto, Creed's stomach started to growl, so he whispered to himself:
"That stuff looks pretty delicious. It seems I have to try it too."
With that said, Creed opened the door curtain and walked into the temporary kitchen. The people in the cooking company were busy inside. The entire temporary kitchen was filled with smoke. After seeing him, they all wanted to salute.
Creed smiled and waved his hands.
"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 the bones. After seeing a sausage, he immediately threw away the bones and stretched out his hand, but immediately
He was hit hard on the back of his hand by a spoon.
"Jialan! You damn thief! Is that stomach of yours 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'll make you responsible for cleaning the entire group's toilets. Then I'll see if your appetite is still that good."
"Uh! Don't! I won't do it anymore, I promise."
"Did you hear that? He said he couldn't do it anymore."
After saying that, Creed walked past the long table and glanced at the ingredients on it, from slightly black bread to groats, to light yellow cheese, to eggs and vegetables.
Then he walked to a large pot. Two cooks were stirring it hard. 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's special is vegetable red soup and Grox double-decker burger, with a sausage and a few fruits for each person, but some bastards have already started eating."
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. We don't know what will happen in the future. If the supply is interrupted, everyone can eat now.
I have to keep chewing on the ration sticks."
"Understood, I have been prepared for it, but the big shots above are really kind-hearted this time. After so many years as a soldier, this is the first time I have seen 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 warriors 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, corpse starch and rations.
Awesome is enough.
Their reason turned out to be that too good supplies would make soldiers lose their fighting spirit. At that time, Creed wanted to open the skulls of the living dead to see what was inside.
Is this what an officer can say? What do they think of soldiers?
Creed does not hate the Kriegs. In fact, he has always believed that the Kriegs are one of the best soldiers in the Astra Militarum. They are brave, good at fighting, and very hard-working. However, they are rigid and rigid.
And the cold-blooded command caused them to shed too much blood that shouldn't have been shed.
Putting aside those messy thoughts, Creed walked to a dirty table and took a stool.
"By the way, has the political commissar eaten?"
"He ate it. He said he would write a battle report later and ate it in advance."
"That's ok, I'm starving too, give me a soldier's set meal!"
"Captain, it's too crowded here. How about I send you 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."
At this moment, Jia Lan also made a broken chair and sat down next to him.
Creed glanced at the other person.
"You haven't eaten enough yet?"
"One more pad."
"You eat enough for two or three people. If you can't do the work of two or three soldiers on the battlefield, 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.
A light green juice drink, with red soup in the bowl on the side, a sausage and some dipping sauce, and a few fresh fruits.
"Smells, it smells so fragrant!"
Creed, who was really hungry, grabbed the edge of the hamburger 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 this 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
The sauce and cheese added to the taste of the entire burger, 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 cup of drink, he picked up a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of thick soup, and saw that there seemed to be some kind of small pieces of meat in it.
So he put it in his mouth.
"Um!?"
The next second, he raised his eyebrows and turned around.
"This is."
The commander of the cooking company who was taking command heard the sound, turned his head, and then said with a smile:
"Oh, leader, I added an extra can of ant-cow 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.
Ambull 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 bite can't help but evoke the homesickness of Creed.
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, which may be a bit greasy for ordinary people, but for soldiers who are in great need of calories.
That's just right.
After finishing the food in three strokes, Creed looked to his side. Jalan had finished his work long ago and was slowly peeling a piece of fruit.
Creed shook his head, stood up and put the fruit in his pocket.
"I'm going back."
"Then I-"
"You should also go back and rest. I will call you if anything happens."
"OK."
"By the way, if there is any report from the political commissar, bring it 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 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.