Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

A leopard chariot slowly reversed from the flatbed. It is surprising that this chariot did not replace the transport crawler, but still installed the combat crawler.

The secret lies in the fact that the Defense Force has figured out a set of techniques that do not require getting on and off the platform of the station from a large number of military exercises. The specific method is also simple. Pile up an extended **** in the field railway to allow the chariot to drive the flatbed wagon in reverse. This operation is not difficult for skilled train crews, and vehicles are not subject to the standard spacing between rails and platforms.

The Leopard Chariot No. 424 entered the assembly place under the dispatcher's glow stick and password. They belonged to the 2nd Battalion 3 Company of the Armored Teaching Regiment. However, before their turn to get off the car, the flatbed broke down. When the railway soldiers had tossed over and the chariot drove over, the camp was already occupied by big cats. Look at the parking area full of tigers, leopards, cheetahs, Ferdinand, wasps, air defense leopards, leopards, rescue tigers, trucks, motorcycles, rocket launchers, howitzers, anti-aircraft guns... this group is unlucky The guy didn't even have the strength to cry.

Captain Farros, who was finally responsible for dispatching, was quite kind, and he endured a hilarious allocation of parking spaces for them. The four car groups finally parked before they rushed to the military police patrol camp.

After confirming that there was no error in the distance between the front, back, left, and right, tank 424 stalled. The crew again reviewed the gears, and the details of the base of the shells, the fixed brackets, the toolbox on the fender, etc., and then got out of the car neatly.

After a lot of tossing, the car group that finally entered the camp had already missed the dinner time. At this moment, three or two comrades-in-arms digested and walked after cooking in the camp. I don't know which officer's gramophone is playing the latest popular song "Lily Marilyn" in the military camp. The stomachs of the four armored soldiers screamed together undisputedly.

"What should I do? Boss?"

Corporal Hu Ke, the driver, rubbed his stomach and frowned.

"I don't want to eat lunch meat anymore."

"I don't want to eat the mysterious meat that day."

Captain Mikhail S. Weitman scratched his scalp, and looked at the green face of the men who were about to vomit, apologizing:

"Except for margarine, pickled cabbage, only mre and mysterious meat."

"Damn it!"

The armored soldiers could hardly conceal their disappointment. If the restraint of the soldiers was working, they would have beaten their chests.

There are many things that can serve as a common language among the soldiers of the Defense Forces, connecting them together. No matter when they entered the military school, where they served, and what crimes the recruits suffered. Girlfriend's love letter. Even the instructor's talk... Besides, there is something that can quickly awaken the soldiers' vivid memories of the barracks life-whether they are in Solomon's submarine caves, Gabro's large airport. The secret canal in Bergen is still the icy forest in the Principality of Ross.

no doubt. That is field rations headed by lunch meat and mre.

These two things will make the soldiers disgusted and lose their appetite. Sometimes you can get two servings-if the sergeant who manages the food distribution is in a bad mood.

For the new generation of elven soldiers who are used to cooking bacon and hamburger steaks made by their mothers, that horrible thing is not food, but an unforgivable crime.

"Hey. Is that teacher? God, what are they doing?"

The mechanic, Fisher, who had a headache for dinner, shouted, and the other crew members who turned their heads saw a scene that shocked them very much-Master Dietrich, the armored instructor, was lying on the ground with a block on his belly On the board, the two soldiers jumped on it like a cabbage.

For the military with strict military discipline and high and low-ranking defense forces, this kind of spoof scene is really unimaginable, and what makes them puzzled is that no one came out to stop it. The military police with dog tags glanced away and hurried away. Too.

What's wrong with this? Is this still the army they stay in?

He was puzzled, and an embarrassing cough came from behind. The armored soldiers hurriedly turned to stand upright, saluting the enthroned three-row platoon leader Enst. Buckman.

After returning the gift, Lieutenant Buckman touched his nose. After a few clicks, he lowered his voice and said:

"It's no big deal, teacher he...too much food..."

I haven't understood what the second lieutenant wants to say, there is a series of fart behind...

After getting comfortable with many teachers and seniors, Lieutenant Buckman explained to them.

After the troops were stationed, the rear was concentrated too quickly, which caused problems in the transshipment process. The armored instructor has been eating combat rations for two consecutive meals. Seeing that he had to eat those disgusting things for dinner, the whole division fell into frustration.

At this time, the veteran responsible for the railway dispatched a large amount of food at the nearby railway station. There are whole pot roast rabbit meat, roast goose, roast chicken, whole piece roast pork, pig head...

The soldiers who have faded out of their mouths for a long time are so hesitant and polite to see so much delicious food. After greatly thanking the veterans for their deep friendship, the officers and men of the division opened their stomachs and took a breath.

"We tear off the meat from the goose leg and eat it with chocolate candy, picking out the chicken brain marrow and foie gras...then the "big stomach king" and "Daddy Joseph" eat too much and hold on."

The hungry armored soldiers heard such good things, and wolf-like green light appeared in their eyes. But when they thought they could only eat lunch meat, they were sad again.

At this moment, a stretcher was carried in front of them. Lying on it was their platoon leader Lieutenant Carius, who saw his eyes roll up, his limbs twitching, and a left hand scratching the sky indiscriminately-very similar to the legendary dying struggle.

"Poor Julius, the unlucky desperate baby."

Lieutenant Buckman couldn't help crying and shrugging at the recruits.

"He tried to close his eyes and swallow the battle rations, but unfortunately, he won the special edition canned lunch meat made by the Supreme Commander-"

Before finishing a little, Mikhail's cold hairs on their backs were all erected. Although the grown-up is an impeccably perfect Superman, he is the exception. Carrying [the dark ingredients of the world can be made even with high-grade ingredients], [the king of the dark cooking world that destroys the world with a shovel and a pan]...the supreme commander of horror, plus the original disgusting Luncheon meat...

The recruits let out a spitting "cluck" sound, and the amused Lieutenant Buckman beckoned to them, comforting:

"You're lucky, a cow broke into the camp just now, and it has been solved by the cooking class. The head of the cooking class, Mueller, is my old friend. Bring him back and let him taste the crown of St. Eastman. Territory’s specialties-Gulahi potato stew and salami."

"Thank you sir!!"

The recruits saluted a military salute together-they had never had such a standard movement when they were reviewed in the past~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lieutenant Buckman smiled and shook his head bitterly, taking this group of blessed guys to enjoy the godsend Dinner for them.

Feeling the flame of authentic Gulahi burning from head to toe in the body, Chief Mikhail burped, took out a piece of paper from the jacket pocket and spread it out on the camp bed, borrowed from the tent Illuminated lights, the tip of the pen was "sand" on the paper, and pride and thought jumped on the paper through the pencil.

"How are you, dear mother? In the early hours of this morning, our division launched an offensive. Now we have crossed the border and moved 42 kilometers deep into Castile along the railway line..." (To be continued...)

ps: Guess the small theater

Li Lin: No one answered yesterday. Everyone needs to cheer up!

Niederhogg: Today’s question 1. What is the prototype of Master Mikhail? (Hint: the myth of Pokaki Village, the top tiger-style ace) 2. What is the origin of Gulaxi potato stew and salami? (Hint: the country that once joined forces with Austria to form the Austro-Hungarian empire.) Come quickly, everyone