Chapter 121
Chapter 121 Episode 019: Tsk, This Shield (4)
590 words
•
3 min read
"They’re all ’killed.’" Rowdy Brightwill said softly, yet there was an unusual undertone to his words.
Even though Drake Easton had doubts about this response, he was not one to delve into details, so he didn’t press on.
Dawn was nearing.
Their fight was about to end.
Yet, typically talkative, Rowdy Brightwill started to grow silent. Sitting quietly in his territory, his gun swept forward, vigilantly guarding against enemies within a few hundred meters.
The exercise ended smoothly.
It was only the two soldiers who were bundled up like rice dumplings and not found until the exercise ended who were furious. Wanting to settle scores with the one who "killed" them, they cursed for a long time but couldn’t find the culprits. They felt humiliated and were far from comfortable.
The rising sun warmed the sky.
The new recruits, who were tormented last night, sat listlessly in the mess hall, consuming the dinner they had been waiting for nearly twelve hours. At this moment, the dumplings, steamed buns, and porridge of the cafeteria became their hot pursuit. With dark circles under their eyes and pale complexions, they unwaveringly stuffed food into their mouths.
Now, they naturally didn’t care about the taste of their breakfast, because their rumbling stomachs no longer cared about taste.
Nathan Foster, who drilled them all night, stood at the entrance with a steamed bun, watching with satisfaction how the famished new soldiers were gobbling their food.
Only those who had truly experienced hunger felt like being at home in the mess hall. Most of them would take the initiative to get along well with the cooking class. Of course, there were picky ones, but they were selected new soldiers. Anyway, in the end, those pampered new soldiers who cared only for "tasty" food would definitely be sent away.
This was the first time Nathan Foster had seen so many people complaining about the cooking class. Unavoidably angered, he resorted to harsh methods. Absolutely he would not tolerate soldiers who could make a fuss over food.
If there ever came a day when there was no logistics, no cooking class, no food, this group of people would all starve to death!
If the soldiers he led died of starvation instead of in battle, the face of his eighteen generations of ancestors would be completely lost. It is better to take this opportunity to rectify it.
"Hey, Instructor Foster, are you eating?"
As Nathan Foster was standing at the entrance, Little Yan had just finished feeding the pigs and came in. Seeing Nathan Foster, she was slightly taken aback, immediately put on a beaming smile, and seemed to greet him with an intimate tone.
Nathan Foster looked at her strangely, showing hesitation.
If he remembered correctly, the person who scolded the harshest yesterday was the one in front of him.
"Hmm." Despite feeling bewildered, Nathan Foster stiffly nodded his head.
The smile on Little Yan’s face deepened, and she asked again, "Is it delicious?"
"It’s... tasty." Nathan Foster, who had no idea what she was up to, said with a frown.
"Oh, wow, doesn’t it taste the same as yesterday?" Little Yan patted his shoulder warmly, then looked at the hungry new soldiers with a smile, complimenting, "Really good discipline, look at your troops, they no longer dare to complain about our cafeteria food!"
Upon hearing this, Nathan Foster’s face darkened immediately.
With things said to this extent, even a fool could tell that this woman was mocking him secretly.
— End of Chapter 121 —