Mecha Soldier's Notes

() The next day was as boring as usual. In the early morning of this day, the treaty army crushed all the rebels to death in the core stronghold, and even a fly could not fly out. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that their demise was imminent , Even the mecha support of the Allied forces quickly weakened, and occasionally came a few times just to throw a few missiles as a show.

But the Treaty Army did not dare to relax at all, because they all knew that trapped beasts would often bite people before they died, and the facts proved that his idea was correct.As the person involved, I feel the deepest, because this group of crazy people carried out all their family assets, offered an unbelievably high price of [-] horsepower for a mecha, and paid us three in one go. The basic salary of one month, the generosity of the hand made me wonder if the banknotes would soon become invalid.

Of course, this kind of generosity is not without price. As long as the treaty army's offensive is slightly lowered, they will immediately use various communication tools to urge us to "destroy as many enemies as possible."

Stimulated by the huge amount of rewards, the mercenaries were all red-eyed, and hung up the telegrams to ask for instructions with high spirits.

"Captain, do you want to do it!"

My answer is:

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

I didn't plan to move at all, at least not at this time, because after all the mechs withdrew outside Viborg, the fuel and ammunition in my hands had lost their supply sources, and I couldn't stand the fuss if I used a little less, although The Volga Company can meet part of the demand, but it is always not worthwhile to use its own money to subsidize military supplies (or other people's military supplies).

So I decided to wait.

But I didn't expect a small episode to happen on this day.

"Oh, Father Chen, let me tell you something."

After a boring breakfast, Brother Ya suddenly approached mysteriously and said, his braces flashed and shone coldly in his mouth, like a robot in human skin.

"Let the fart go."

I impatiently put the last bit of cheese into my mouth. Although the information says that this stuff is more or less nutritious and energy-rich, everyone’s unified conclusion after eating this stuff is—it’s really strong.

"The group of people who help the kitchen may be drinking our rations."

At that time, I felt like I was slapped and kicked by someone, and I immediately jumped up and pointed at him and cursed:

"Damn, can this kind of thing be nonsense? Don't blame me for not recognizing you as a brother!"

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

"Fuck, am I, Chen Zhiyuan, that kind of bastard? These days, the size of our black bread, oatmeal and cheese are all shrinking, take a look if you don't believe me."

I said fuck you, I ate all of mine, and ate half of yours, what do you want me to think.

But Ya Ge took out the pcp from his pocket as if he had been prepared for a long time, and then swiped out the picture reading software a few times. I saw a picture on his menu that looked similar and had a similar shape. Ma turned out to be the oatmeal, black bread and cheese that he ate every meal, with measurement data marked on it, how boring is this stuff?

Brother Ya didn't pay attention to my crazy expression, and proudly flicked the screen to show his observation results.

"Take black bread as an example. This is the black bread of No. 7 when the supply started to be difficult. The length and width are about 25x14. This is the black bread of No. 8, and the size is 25x13. It is not very obvious. Basically, it can be expressed by 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. Reduced, if I hadn't been a man, I would have been fooled by tomorrow."

As expected, I was the only one who discovered that the canteen clock-in machine often deducted [-] cents to [-] cents more in college. I was dumbfounded by this amazing person who has spanned three years and no one has found the problem.

"Could it be that the food is tight and we have to reduce it?"

"Certainly not. The reduction has always been announced publicly by the chef. Every time, it is one size fits all. I have never heard of such a sneaky reduction. It must be done by the people in the kitchen. Think about it and see if it makes sense."

Ya Ge speaks with certainty.

I didn't even think about it halfway, and pushed back directly.

"Tch, maybe it's because your character is too bad recently and you keep touching this kind of shrunken bread."

"Damn it, your character is so bad. I didn't expect to talk nonsense about this? I did a statistical survey and prepared a sample of at least ten people. Look, it's too small."

"...That's Stealing Feeding."

"Never mind him, 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 will give you my ration and I can go out to eat snow. It is really uncomfortable to use this trick to secretly scrape the corner of the wall from me.

Brother Ya seemed to be still immersed in the results of his analysis, put away the pcp and stabbed me.

"Hey, after Chinese food, why don't we go around my kitchen and see what those grandchildren are doing?"

After thinking about it, I still couldn't bear the desire to recognize the truth, so I agreed.

Coincidentally, Yage and I didn't make an attendance list today, so we arrived at the restaurant on time and finished our lunch as quickly as possible. Yage gave me a wink, and we left the table without a word , walked to the door and suddenly turned right, and walked towards the kitchen behind the cafeteria.

The organization of our regiment is poor. Of course, the security facilities are not the most watery, only more watery.The most typical example is that there is only one official chef in the camp, an old non-commissioned officer. It is said that Captain Korninov was a comrade-in-arms when he was a private soldier. He will retire next year, and now he has been poached by the captain to take charge of nearly thirty of our mouths.

Of course, one person is not enough, so we used lottery to draw groups of five people from the group, and they took turns to help in the kitchen every week, laying hands and washing dishes. They were also called help kitchens.

Because we had to finish our preparations first, the kitchen opened about half an hour later than ours. We made full use of this time difference to reach the back door of the kitchen.At this time, the human voice in the dining room became more and more loud, while the knocking sound in the kitchen began to weaken, and finally basically stopped.A few minutes later, there was a sound of chairs being pulled and tableware being moved from inside. It was obvious that the kitchen was preparing for dinner.

We waited outside for a while, and I felt more and more guilty. After all, this sneaky thing was really unethical, even a bit dirty, so I wanted to ask Brother Shang Ya to leave secretly.

But I didn't expect that Ya Ge's adrenaline rushed to his head, he suddenly jumped up and pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Haha, my brother is here to inspect, what are you doing..."

Then the guy’s voice broke in two, and I ran in to take a look, and there was a small round table surrounded by helpers and cooks, some were holding bowls, some had just picked up chopsticks, As if using a fixed body method, he stared at the two of us with big eyes and small eyes, and looked at each other affectionately.

As for Ya Ge's sluggish expression...

Because they are all drinking oatmeal, pay attention, there is only oatmeal, the table is clean, the standard black bread is gone, and it has never appeared by visual inspection.

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

I asked stammeringly, I felt like I could barely speak Chinese.

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

Someone hurriedly explained, but the excuse was so bad that even I could tell it was fake.

Because both the oven and the smokeless stove are empty, with only a little bread crumbs left on it.

"I'm going, what's going on?"

I felt a little hairy in my heart, and vaguely felt that I was going to be embarrassing.

The chefs looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes were embarrassed and didn't know where to look, and they were trying to launch a personal speech, and finally the master chef spoke.

"After the food ration was reduced, these boys drew up a rule privately. The rations are given priority to the combatants who consume the most energy to ensure combat attendance. Those second-line personnel will reduce the ration by [-]% and distribute it to your ration."

God, my face must have been super red at the time, and I suddenly remembered that in the food reduction standards proposed two days ago, the ration is much less than what we are getting now, which means that we deserve more than what we just ate That share 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 the mechs, clean up, and maintain equipment. The tasks are very heavy, and we are still disgusted. The rations they saved a little bit? !

Nima, beasts are nothing more than that.

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

Suddenly, someone asked a strange question.

I secretly kicked the ass of Brother Ya who was also flushed:

"It doesn't feel right to eat and drink what you cook all the time. Help me wash the dishes."

I also feel that this reason is bad enough, but thank God, everyone believed it in an instant, and immediately rejected it fiercely, insisting that they don't need to be busy, and even picked up a shovel and chopping board to beat us when they were in a hurry, Brother Ya and I With desperate insistence, they barely handed us half of the dishes to wash.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the dormitory after work, and the rabbits who got off the mecha asked me where I went to play, so I finally couldn't contain the emotions that were about to boil, and excitedly told the situation to the one who opened the bunk together. The rabbit said it again, and the audience 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 complaining about food problems, even if there was the first case of starvation fainting. In contrast, more and more rabbits began to Hanging around the kitchen, asking the brothers inside with a friendly smile if they want to help.....

It was the firing pin that fired the cartridge of anger and disgust I'd been pumping, and the thing finally exploded.

Damn, if the tiger doesn't show its power, you think I'm a hellokitty! ps: A sad reminder, why do you have to write a report right after you come back?