This Game is Too Real

   Survivor Daily

  【Yesterday night, the 1,000th team of the 310,000th team of the Legion and the "Cleaning" team launched an offensive on Heiyun Peak, the second mountain of Shifeng Mountain, and successfully controlled the entire mountain at 22:10...

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   It turns out.

  The troops directly under the Eastern Legion still have two brushes.

  After paying 112 casualties, the elite group of Willanters equipped with automatic firepower finally planted the regiment's flag on the top of the mountain before the clock turned in the morning.

  The remaining big green skins and goblins either hid in those artificially dug tunnels and bunkers, or retreated to the third mountain of Ten Peaks—Broken Blade Mountain.

  Compared with Heiyun Peak, the natural barrier named Broken Blade Mountain is a bit shorter, but the uncanny workmanship of nature is only a lot more.

  The entire mountain is like a long sword standing upright, cut off from the middle, leaving only half of it. There are cliffs on both sides of the mountain, and even a few trees can't stand up, let alone people.

  A slanted road spirals towards the top of the mountain, from south to north, and this road is also the most dangerous section of the Eighty-mile Bone Road. Not to mention that heavy vehicles are difficult to pass, even the death claws that can climb on rocks are a bit difficult to think about.

   But even so, it is easier to build bridges and roads here than other nearby untouched natural hazards.

  According to the combat deployment of the coalition command, the infantry of the 100th Mountain Division of the enterprise is responsible for attacking this hill, and the alliance and legion are supporting it in the rear.

  The offensive will be launched in three days!

   Regardless of the battle arrangements three days later, the edge paddling is actually more concerned about the legion's performance in this battle.

  According to their previous analysis on the forum, the real trump card of the legion has never been the combat capability of individual soldiers, or even a certain unit. The real magic weapon for those guys to win is the huge logistics system and the ability to continue fighting.

Their entire social system is prepared for war, and the meaning of all systems exists either to complete the production of war weapons, or to train officers and soldiers, or to reward military nobles who have made meritorious deeds on the battlefield. them.

  Therefore, it is meaningless to discuss the combat effectiveness of a certain unit. Enterprises need to rely on numbers to bluff, and these guys really have a hundred divisions.

   And it is still a standing army that can be drawn out at any time without mobilization!

If it weren't for the fact that the eastern provinces were too far away from Triumph City across the great desert, and most of the logistics could only be borne by the slave states, the performance of the expeditionary army would not be so difficult to describe, let alone the fact that there are many people in the main battle faction. Yes, the rear did not even get support.

  However, to the surprise of the edge, aside from the performance of the Glorious Army, the performance of the 310,000th team in the battle last night was surprisingly good?

   What surprised him even more was the special unit called "Cleaning Team".

   There are a total of one hundred soldiers, all of whom are nearly three meters tall, burly like an iron tower, and covered with black bulletproof linings and exoskeletons.

  Its positioning is probably similar to the special warfare company under the division-level unit, but in fact their performance on the battlefield is more like a "humanoid infantry fighting vehicle" advancing with infantry.

  These big guys use shotguns and heavy machine guns as their primary weapons, especially with the latter being able to fire and push forward without rigging.

   In addition, they are also equipped with a large number of heavy grenades of various types such as incendiary and fragmentation, and a melee weapon such as a tomahawk or hammer is hung on the waist as a close-range "fire supplement".

  The combat style of these guys is extremely tough, comparable to the brothers of the Jungle Corps. They often appear in the most dangerous places on the front line, and use the simplest and most brutal methods to kill their opponents. Even the most ferocious mutants cannot withstand their surprise attacks.

  If it wasn’t for the fact that the accidentally exposed face was indeed human, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a mutant wearing an exoskeleton when I was paddling on the edge of the water...

   "Those people you're talking about? They are of course Willant people... It's just the kind that failed to take medicine."

  The canteen of the military base.

  During the meal, Edge Paddle chatted with Su Ming about it. The latter said in a chatty tone while dealing with the fried rice in the bowl.

   paddling on the edge asked doubtfully.

"What's the meaning?"

   Su Ming said.

"Forcibly expressing non-coding genes through awakening drugs is not 100% able to awaken, and there is a certain probability of side effects of varying degrees depending on the technical route... You should have heard of death, disability or various genetic diseases in severe cases. ?”

  Drawing on the edge of the water nodded.

"Um."

  Brother Fang Chang seems to be the victim of the awakening potion.

  It seems to be a product of Jushi Military Industry, I remember it is called "Dragon Blood".

  Because it is free, many people in Boulder City who want to be mercenaries but have no strength have used it. The Boulder Military Industry even launched a loan that is specially provided for people disabled by Dragon Blood Potion.

  After the inner city collapsed, the new authorities listed "dragon's blood" as a banned drug.

  Vault 404 also has a similar product, but it is much safer than Dragon's Blood.

  Although the probability of awakening is also a mystery, and it needs to be vaccinated several times, the biggest accident at present is that it cannot be awakened, and there will be no physical disabilities or the like.

  Of course, if "difficulty in giving birth to offspring" is considered a disability, it's another matter. Most awakened people have this problem.

  Drawing water on the edge estimates that this may also be regarded as a self-protection mechanism of a certain biological population-that is, to prevent the ability to express non-coding genes indiscriminately from being inherited.

  Of course, this is just his guess based on the game settings.

  In reality, there are no awakeners at all, and there are not so many mutant creatures.

   "...The Weilante people in the purge team are in a similar situation, you should know? Those guys are 'natural fighters' synthesized by the Weilante Laboratory under the Ministry of Technology through genetic technology during the War Construction Committee period."

   Glancing at the soldiers of the Alpha Task Force who were eating not far away, Su Ming continued to speak in a very soft and slow voice, fiddling with the spoon in his hand.

"If the non-coding genes of ordinary people are a long series of naturally formed **** mountains, then their non-coding genes are artificially designed... There is a saying that the designers of the technical department took the unfinished Parts of the code were written in, then somehow commented out to make up 23 pairs of chromosomes."

"The original intention of the War Construction Committee is to use these tools to deal with slime molds. By the way, it can also collect some experimental data, which can be used to complete the singularity technology that was not completed in the era of prosperity. After the end of the era of wasteland, it can be sterilized or other more Eliminate these unstable guys in a civilized way to prevent genetic pollution..."

"This is the information I found on the endpoint cloud before, and it may answer part of your confusion. As for whether it is true or not, you have to check it yourself... Anyone on the endpoint cloud can have a chat, sometimes bragging Most of the ingredients."

   Relying on the translator of vm to understand this paragraph with a lot of technical terms, after paddling around the edge to try to understand it, my eyes suddenly widened.

   Good guy!

   That is to say...

   There are mutants living in the DNA of the Willanters? !

  No, this statement may not be accurate enough, and it would be more appropriate to replace it with "a part of the mutants".

   Mutants are unfinished products of "Gestalt life forms", and so are Villant.

   It's just that the former releases all the unstable genes and completely forms a new species, while the latter is mixed with some gene fragments that are homologous to mutant DNA in human genes!

   It is precisely because of this that the Willant people awakened, some people will become stronger humans, and some people will become humans with mutant traits.

  After all, the essence of awakening is the specific expression of non-coding genes in individuals, and no one can say which part is expressed.

   "But why is the latter considered a loser?" Marginal Paddle continued to ask incomprehensibly,

  Su Ming made a helpless expression.

   "Then you have to ask the experts of the Willant people... As I said, I also heard it from the endpoint cloud."

   Edge stroke: “…”

   While the two were eating, the Alpha mobile task force at the next table had already cleaned up the plate, and the four of them walked in unison to pick up the meal.

   "Potato and Pork Rice Bowl, three more servings, add more rice." The team leader at the head took out his meal card and said succinctly.

  The waiter in charge of the spoon was taken aback when he heard the words, and re-counted the people standing in front of the order, no matter how he counted, it was four.

   But he didn't ask much.

   These guys with gas masks hanging from their helmets and goggles covering their eyes don't look like normal people at all.

   "Three servings for you..." Putting the plate of prepared meals on the table, he finally couldn't help reminding, "If the three of you eat together, you can actually order a few fried dishes and rice separately."

   "No, thanks."

  The squad leader nodded, holding three dinner plates in both hands, and turned back to the previous table.

   Just when the caterer thought it was over, the team member behind the team leader took a step forward and took out the meal card in exactly the same way.

   "Potato roast pork, three more servings, add more rice."

   Waiter: "..."

  As he expected, the latter two were the same. They ordered three servings of the same dish, and even the actions of connecting the plate and thanking them were all carved out of the same mold.

   These guys seem to have an appointment.

  Everyone ordered the same dish, and in a daze they ordered a large bucket of roasted pork with potatoes, and didn't even consume half of the other dozen dishes.

  For this kind of situation, the caterer can only contact the back kitchen and ask them to work overtime and fry a bucket to deliver.

  What he didn't know was that in the communication channel he couldn't hear or see, a series of invisible electric waves were communicating at the speed of light.

   “Potato Roast Pork is good, recommended.”

   "It's really good."

"good."

"really not bad."

"satisfy."

   "..."

   Just as the soldiers of the Alpha Task Force finished their meals and returned their plates, a group of corporate soldiers who had just finished training swarmed into the cafeteria.

   This group of recruits had received three months of training in the new barracks before, and the training did not stop after arriving here. One and two hungry eyes glowed green.

  One of the young men squeezed in front of the order to pick up the meal, glanced at the menu on the wall, and quickly slapped the meal card on the punch card machine.

   "Boss, let's serve roasted pork with potatoes! Let's have another serving of braised eggplant and two servings of rice!"

  Hearing this dish, he got dizzy, and the waiter waved his hand impatiently: "The roasted pork with potatoes is gone, it was finished by those guys wearing masks. If you want to eat, wait another half an hour."

  Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

   "I wipe!?"

   "Done?!"

   Didn't want to eat much at first, but when they heard that it was eaten up, a group of people immediately swallowed their saliva and waited in line curiously.

  The queue is getting longer and longer.

   Later, not only enterprises, but also soldiers from other settlements such as Free State and Garbage City also came to join in the fun.

  In just one day, the entire Weifu military base sold nearly 100,000 copies of roasted pork with potatoes!

  Especially the rice cooker from the college, who started with three servings for one person, and the mobile team with a size of a thousand people suddenly took on the posture of a team of 10,000 people!

  Although the cafeteria of the coalition army is not for profit, and the profit of a meal is not much, only 1 to 2Cr, but it adds up to a considerable amount.

  On that day, there was no fighting on the northern front.

  A small number of legionnaires cleared the remaining mutants and goblins in the tunnel of Black Cloud Peak, but behind those Willanters, the Alliance's Potato and Pork Rice Bowl quietly swept the entire military base...

  Not only the players were dumbfounded, but even Chu Guang who was far away in Dawn City was unexpected.

  Only relying on one dish, these soldiers from all over the world even showed off the potatoes in the military base...

  When Chu Guang, who was far away in Dawn City, received the report from the front line, he was stunned for a few seconds.

   "Good guy... this military base is still profitable?!"

   Feeling his conscience, Chu Guang really never thought about making money by sticking to donors.

   Today's alliance is no longer the poor and white village it was in the past.

As the manager of the league, his responsibility is not just to do everything possible to feed the people who support him, but to take those guys who are already full to rebuild a greater era and unite more People who are not full yet.

   It is precisely because of this that, including the train capacity, many places that could have been profitable, he almost converted them to the friendly troops who stick to the donors at the cost price.

  And if the logistics materials are manufactured in Liming City and Jushi City Industrial Zone, they can even get a 50% discount on the cost price! It is equivalent to the financial subsidy given by the alliance to encourage all parties who stick to the donors to produce logistics supplies in the industrial zone of the alliance!

  Although doing so will increase some fiscal deficits in the short term, in the long run, the benefits brought by doing so are far from being comparable to a little deficit.

  "Foreign trade orders" bring not only capital, technology and talents, but also closer cooperation.

  Even if the war is over in the future, these orders will not all disappear, and some will always be retained due to the close cooperation between the two sides during the war.

  Including the funds, technology and talents that came with those orders.

   This can be regarded as a conspiracy.

  All parties have long-term demands for solving the slime mold problem, and short-term demands for solving the "natural disaster" of the Church of the Torch.

  Even the colleges that are the most stingy about technology are willing to take the risk of technology outflow, and transfer some less important industries that have a lot of demand on the front line to production in Boulder City, which is closer to the front line, and even hand them over to Boulder Military Industry for OEM.

  For example, capacitors used in Gauss rifles and polymer bulletproof linings for exoskeletons, etc.

   And the related technologies are enough to drive the upgrade of more than a dozen industrial chains in the alliance.

   In comparison, the financial subsidy paid by the league for this is simply insignificant.

   It is no exaggeration to say that Chu Guang has made long-term preparations for the war.

   As a result, what he didn't expect was that it had only been three weeks since the battle officially started, and they actually made a profit from the cafeteria?

  Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, looked at him with piercing eyes, and gave him a thumbs up with admiration.

   "As expected of the master! Others lose money in wars, but the master not only didn't lose money, but also made a fortune!"

  Chu Guang coughed dryly.

   "...Even if you praise me, it won't do any good."

"how come?"

  Holding her chin with both hands, Xiao Qi made a shy look, staring at him with her big bright eyes through her fingers.

   "Happy master is the happiest thing for Xiao Qi... Hehe."

  噫? !

  Chu Guang glanced at the little guy in surprise.

  Why does it feel like this guy is getting smarter?

  But who did you learn this sarcasm from?

  Is this how it is used?

   "I always feel that the master is thinking about impolite things..."

   Staring at Chu Guang suspiciously, Xiao Qi folded her arms in front of her chest, her slightly raised lips seemed dissatisfied with his surprised expression.

   Coughing lightly, Chu Guang brought the interrupted topic back on track.

   "No, I was just thinking... I was negligent before, and almost forgot our old profession."

  The alliance was developing so fast that he forgot about the salaries in the pockets of the soldiers.

   Including the task rewards he sent to the players himself.

  These guys won’t be able to spend the money they’ve made on Dawn City anyway. In the end, 80% of the money was exchanged at the bank exchange on the official website.

   It's better to let them spend it on the front line.

   What the alliance lacks now is not productivity, but a place that can release productivity and generate positive benefits. Maybe relying on the spending power of these guys, they can forcefully spend a settlement.

   This kind of thing is not impossible.

According to reports from the front line, some vendors in Groom Town even drove ox carts to the terminal station of the railway—the Weifu military base station where non-military personnel are not allowed to take the train, and set up stalls there to sell some locally produced milk, Mare's milk and other dairy products.

   Survivors from other places in Jinchuan Province also gathered here. Over time, a new settlement might form there.

   "Old business?" Xiao Qi tilted her head, not knowing which one Chu Guang was referring to, after all, he played too many tricks.

   "Heavy industry barbecue, light industry beer...Of course, the conditions are better than before, and there are other things besides food."

  Chu Guang smiled lightly, waved his index finger in the air, and moved the holographic screen to open the window for dispatching tasks and server activities.

  His brains are limited, but he believes that the brains of his little players are unlimited.

   “…send some life pros to the front lines.”

  …

   While the coalition forces on the northern front were busy cooking, the mutants on Shifeng Mountain were also feasting on cooking.

   But it’s not rice, but livestock or people like livestock.

  The Torch Church provided them with abundant food and tools for reproduction.

  Since the fire in Haiya Province was set ablaze, they have held a big feast every day, and the good days have never stopped.

  Although two mountains have been lost, these green-skinned guys are not in a hurry.

  This fierce battle has just begun, and the coalition forces of human things have just entered their home field.

  In addition to things that can punch holes, they also have things that can fly. When the group of human things really reach the halfway up the mountain, their nightmare begins.

  They will tear up those guys bit by bit, use their blood and internal organs to sacrifice the dead of the same kind, and please their "King of Beasts"!

   Broken Blade Mountain.

  The green-skinned mutants and goblins on the entire mountain are busy preparing for the battle.

   Except for one guy.

  In a spacious cave, a big green-skinned guy with a length of about ten meters was sitting in the middle of a pile of human skeletons like a rockery, dozing off.

  The green skin is like moss that hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and the pits are like toads. Its arms are like the shovel of an excavator, and the grunting sound from its mouth is like thunder. The saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth drips on the bones below it from time to time, making a corroded sound.

  Its name is Oron, the leader of the Rock Ax clan, the big guy with the best appetite and the strongest strength in the entire tribe, and also a natural mutant that rarely appears among mutants.

As an exception to the Gestalt life body project, it has some characteristics of a super mutant. Even if its head is smashed, it will not die, but will go crazy because of losing its mind. It can carry more than "Roshan".

  Although he looks like a severely obese disabled person in his sleep, he is not slow at all when he is awake, and can even slap a tank into the air.

At this moment, there was a movement at the door, and the ear hanging on the head was lifted up like a pig's ear. Oulong, who was asleep, raised half of his eyelids, and grunted heavily. He hummed dully.

"what's up?"

   This is one of its special functions, only half of the head is awake, and the remaining half of the head is still asleep.

  Standing at the door of the cave, the middle-aged man in a white robe said in a voice that did not fluctuate.

   "I have good news for you."

   Oulon snorted expressionlessly.

"explain."

  The man said slowly.

   "You'll have a good meal soon."

  Olon let out a muffled laugh, like a roaring dragon.

   "Then I am really looking forward to it."

   After speaking, it closed its half eye again, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

  The man nodded, turned around and disappeared into the cave, as if he had never been there before.

  Oulong, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes, and a hint of impatience flashed in the amber pupils.

  Although many people in the tribe called that human **** the "Beast King", he didn't like this playful guy very much.

   Obviously it is the king of beasts!

   It's a pity that that guy is transparent.

  Whether you throw a stone at him or spit at him, it will go through him.

   As long as that guy has an entity, it would have gnawed him in one bite!

  …

   While the human soldiers and mutants on the northern front were busy cooking, Iser and his 10,000 subordinates who got on the wrong boat and ran to the Baiyue Strait finally had their first hot meal.

  Gripping a golden stick-shaped "bread", Iser, who was eating with a mouth full of oil, couldn't help asking.

"What's this?"

   "Fried sticks."

  Glancing at this new guy, Fang Chang standing on the pier said succinctly, "Remember, this is your first meal after you go ashore. From now on, this place will be called Youtiao Port."

  At noon yesterday, the Jungle Corps sent out a team to go deep into the jungle on the south bank to wipe out the local alien species, and cooperated with the W-2H seaplane of the Goblin Corps to pull out at least five nests.

Around noon today, this group of soldiers of the expeditionary force landed on the south bank of the Baiyue Strait, camped on the beach, and cooperated with the construction team of Chips Port to build a simple wooden pier on the south bank, pulling up the sea along the coastline. Underwater isolation net.

  Wait until the evening, the supply ship at Chip Harbor finally delivered the fried fritters before the soldiers were hungry.

   Unexpectedly, the Alliance would give them bread to eat. The Ratmen soldiers were so excited that after receiving the rations, they stuffed them hungrily one by one.

  In the province of Borneo, bread must at least be affordable for citizens with a decent job, and most people are eating dirt and beans.

  Although the bread was a bit greasy, no one disliked it at all. On the contrary, tears were shed because they were moved by the alliance's generosity.

  Actually, not to mention those soldiers, those officers who were born as citizens have never seen this kind of oily bread.

Although some delicacies from Dawn City have appeared in Jinjaron Port, due to factors such as customs closures and distance, the alliance's food culture has not yet entered the hinterland of Borneo Province, and has only spread in a small area in its surrounding areas. .

  Even if these officers had seen some worldly experience, they couldn’t bear to eat dry food for two weeks at sea, and birds almost faded out of everyone’s mouths.

   Not to mention the low-level officers, even Mr. Iservan's eating was not very elegant, he chewed and swallowed hard, and muttered with his mouth full of oil residue.

   "Thank you... We will remember your help to us, and I will say a few words of kindness to His Majesty after the war is over."

  Fang Chang chuckled, ignored his stubbornness, and continued in a business-like tone.

"You are welcome, you did a good job today, this is the reward you deserve. Starting tomorrow, we will arrange new tasks for you, including the construction of barracks and road construction, etc... If your performance meets our expectations, we will You will be paid."

  Listening to what Fang Chang said, Iser was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly said angrily when he came back to his senses.

   "Wait! We are here to fight, not to help you repair the port!"

   Repairing the pier he understands.

  After all, people can hold driftwood and swim to the shore, and the supplies will be useless if they are soaked in the sea. Tens of thousands of people are waiting to eat, and they can't all rely on the small boats to send them to the shore one by one.

  He can even understand building a barracks, after all, his people also need a place to live.

   But what about road construction?

  How did they make it look like they came to open up wasteland!

  However, although this guy's mouth is not generally hard, the chewing movement in his mouth does not stop at all.

  Fang Chang laughed.

   "Then you can buy the bill."

  Iselmon nodded.

"one?"

  Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

   "That's right, you don't think the food is free, do you?"

  When Iser heard this, the fried dough stick in his mouth almost fell on the beach, and he pulled it off and said in a hurry.

   "Wait, didn't you... say you would take on our supplies? What about your promise on sticky donors?"

   Fang Chang explained patiently.

"We did promise to take care of your supplies, but it's not free. In addition, I've inquired that your Majesty the Emperor did recharge your meal cards for you, but the money was charged in the canteen of the Weifu military base. Here and The Weifu military base is at least 1,000 kilometers away, and it is impossible for us to let them come over and set up a stove for you."

  Isel is in a hurry.

   "What's the difference? Aren't they all your settlements?"

  Fang Chang resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and said patiently.

   "What's the difference? Potato Fries Port is Potato Fries Port, Weifu is Weifu, can you understand that one thing is one thing?"

   Explaining the rules to this guy was too much work.

  Looking at General Iser who was still in a daze, Fang Chang took a deep breath and decided to change his communication method.

"Listen, we are not benevolent managers, let alone charity. If you want to eat, you have to pay for it. If you have no money, we can lend it to you, and we can even be generous without interest, but you must repay it in our way This debt, otherwise, let your majesty pay for it, or you can find a way by yourself, don't expect us to support you for nothing."

  Isel's face turned blue and pale with anger, wishing he could point a gun at this guy's head.

  But thinking that His Majesty's most elite gray wolf army was beaten up by this guy, and all the ratmen behind him, he could only swallow his breath.

  Looking at the silent General Iser, Fang Chang suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile.

   "Be happy, in fact, this is not a bad thing, if you know the situation on the northern line, you will thank me."

  Issel asked subconsciously.

   "What happened on the Northern Front? Has it started fighting?"

  Fang Chang did not answer his question, but asked with a smile.

   "Do you know a guy named Modric?"

  Issel said immediately.

   "The commander of General Barbita! I know him, what happened to him?"

   "What's wrong with him?" Fang Chang smiled faintly, and continued, "Last night, he went to reincarnate with his subordinates."

  The Legion fired two 400mm heavy cannons. Judging from the explosion effect, it should be a thermobaric bomb or something similar. In short, the power is amazing.

  Although the effect against the mutants below the mountain can only be said to be mediocre, all the people on that mountain, whether dead or alive, were blown away by this shell.

  Babbita claimed that the guy named Modric died in a battle with mutants.

  However, the players of the Death Corps clearly saw that there were still some people fighting on the mountain when the shell fell.

  Those people are not like ordinary soldiers, but more like officers.

   After all, they also noticed how low the morale of the Rat tribe soldiers was.

  The name of that unlucky guy appeared between the lines in the forum discussion posts on the official website, but there were only a few sentences.

  Fang Chang didn't sympathize with that guy. After all, he didn't know him and didn't care, but he felt that the person in front of him didn't know what to do.

  The survivors of King Gallen Port don’t need to thank themselves. After all, Baiyue’s local behavior is more of a business, exchanging advanced methods and technologies for local labor. When they didn't pass, those people could live by eating dirt, at most they suffered some sins that they deserved.

  But this group of guys, I pulled them out of the gate of hell, so that they don't have to roll into the meat grinder like the clones.

   And he is still picking and choosing.

   "If you still want to eat tomorrow's breakfast, then do as we say."

   Throwing down such a sentence, Fang Chang shook his head, turned and walked towards the pier.

  Watching his back, Iser swallowed, only feeling the hot sweat on his back, but his palms were slightly cold.

  The moment he heard that Modric was off, he suddenly felt that it was good to be on the wrong boat...

   Not far away, a few rat-clan cannon fodders carrying shovels exchanged blank glances, but they were thinking about other things.

breakfast?

  What is breakfast?

  (end of this chapter)