"Legion Commander, is this the material supply that His Highness has given us?" Ye Liangchen looked at him with a confused expression, dozens of supply carts pulled by inferior horses were piled up with countless wooden boxes, and many burrs could be seen on them. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"yes." Lorraine nodded, stepped forward, and pried open the wooden box to see the contents: strange cans of meat that I didn't know where I got them, nautical biscuits that looked fine but were actually harder than iron, clumped powder kegs barely visible particles, and muskets that hadn't been wiped clean of blood......

"Originally, it was planned to provide newly manufactured supplies, but the rebuilding of the port of Belland, the need for the Guards to redress, and the request for the sixth round of maintenance materials at the airport have drained Her Royal Highness the Princess's funds, and can only pull these better-preserved supplies over." Hearing the quartermaster's words, Lorraine thought to herself that she was really unlucky to get home, and my girlfriend had just finished robbing me with this bit of.

There were always soldiers passing by near the carriage, and it could be seen that these people were very much looking forward to the supplies that were about to arrive, but they didn't know if they could turn into a waste processor with anticipation and stuff all these things into their stomachs after seeing this scene.

And so it is, in fact...... The soldiers were overwhelmed with the biscuits in their hands, and the brave tried to deal with it with their weak (relatively speaking) teeth, and the result was that the roots of the teeth were gnawed off, and there was only a layer of tooth marks on them.

The strange canned meat looked good, and it could be eaten as porridge when boiled in water, but Lorraine swore that he had seen some kind of limb in the cauldron, and when he found the quartermaster, he found out that these aborigines really use goblins as reserve food, you fool!

The powder keg was completely unusable, and it was knocked with a hammer when it formed a hard lump, and the consequence was that Lieutenant Colonel Ye was blown up along with a dozen or so soldiers, and had to be sent to Lorraine to recuperate on the life recovery equipment, and it seems that the powder keg can only be used for self-detonation or blasting.

As for the muskets, they are the only ones that can be used, they are completely second-hand goods produced in the Old World, considering that Varanka spent a lot of money on these arms but did not use them much, even if they are third-hand goods, they can arm tens of thousands of people in number.

If you ignore the angry soldiers......

Lorraine and his officers were barricaded at the command post outside Lane as soldiers who felt badly hurt (and indeed did) surrounded the place, holding up protest signs indicating that they wanted to eat, pay, and solve physical problems (which could be ignored), and there were noisy demonstrations, and from time to time junior officers stood up and yelled, such as Sean's girlfriend Lu Yundui.

"What a disaster, Amuro! What the hell are you doing? Lorraine yelled at the door, and the orc named Amuro shrugged, "Captain, we're asking for legal rights, you can't give us this rag!" "yes, we don't eat this! The production date of this thing is DR1729! ”

Seeing the soldier who interjected and cried with snot and tears, Lorraine felt very uncomfortable, so he picked up the inkwell and threw it directly, "Bazel, get out!" If you run over and fake crying, I'll put you in the punishment camp!" ”

That's right, this bastard named Bazel is one of the quartermasters, he looks honest but is very greedy for money, and the logistics of the entire legion have been messed up after he joined, but this guy is the brother of Josephine's subordinate knights, and he can't kill indiscriminately!

"Alright, Amuro come here, take this and go to the city, and sort and pile up those supplies by the way!" Lorraine, who had no choice but to take out his pocket, gritted his teeth and took out gold jewelry worth 20,000 fennigs as compensation, which should have been given by Josephine, but now he had to be unlucky.

Reluctantly sending these bastards away, Lorraine felt that this time should give full play to the effectiveness of the Son of Heaven, which was the standard for front-line commanders in the age of sages, and there was no reason why he couldn't solve the logistical problem.

After careful research, he found some functions that he hadn't thought of before, such as the fact that the plant guardian series is not without fruit-like facilities, which only need to combine energy furnaces and health regeneration, and can quickly give birth to elf-like food.

Of course, this still requires a lot of magic and materials, but fortunately, there is a lot of military food that the soldiers don't want to eat when they die, and the war has caused a lot of casualties to livestock, which is enough for Lorraine to do some experiments.

As usual, the little goblins picked up garbage, and Lorraine manipulated the children of heaven to quickly set up an energy supply facility, consisting of a green shell of a plant mixing pot, a thorn assembly line, and a feeding box, which could be used to synthesize food with just the addition of substance...... Right?

"Legion Commander, can this thing really make military rations?" The recovered Lieutenant Colonel Ye looked at Lorraine suspiciously, this thing looked weird, but it didn't look like the fruit trees of the elves.

The fruit tree is a unique crop of the elves, although the absorption of the land is a bit terrifying, easy to cause drought and desertification, but it can ripen and bear fruit in thirty days, and the production of one tree can provide a week's food for fifteen people, which is enough to solve the problem of lack of food for the Normans.

Of course, there are many disadvantages, such as poor storage, unpalatable fruits, lack of enough calories and the possibility of reducing fertility (the most deadly), and the demand for this thing in the international market is very low.

Lorraine's equipment wasn't a problem, though, as piles of material were thrown into the feed box, little goblins babbling and screaming, and scrap metal scrap stuffed into the card slots on the thorn assembly line, booming and banging into strange music.

Finally, in the eyes of everyone, the first can of food finally appeared in the mixing equipment, which was composed of metal and special plants, and it looked green and good.

Lorraine picked up a jar and looked at it carefully, and soon got the information, which can be regarded as a clear indication of the materials for the appearance of the Son of Heaven, which is a pink-luncheon meat?

That's right, Lorraine's otherworldly version of luncheon meat was successfully made, the nutrients contained were relatively lacking but the calories were definitely enough, he dug out a piece of it himself and tasted it, compared to the same kind on the other side of the earth, it was not salty enough and the taste was slightly worse, but it also tasted like meat!

"Let's try it, I think it's pretty good...... Probably. ”

The commander's words had to be obeyed, and the somewhat hesitant soldiers and officers each had a can in their hands, this strange can of meat, which Lorraine called Spam, looked good and tasted......

"Oooo Delicious! It's really meat! ”

"It's better than cooking porridge!"

"This is military rations! Long live the sir! ”

The rave reviews are simply unexpected, and of course the problem of military rations can be solved, then the other problems that follow should also be solved by the sons of heaven.

But it looks like it can make a lot of money......

The military rations of this era are still not easy to solve, and being able to reproduce Spam's luncheon meat in the other world is simply the best logistical supply for home travel, killing and setting fires, of course, eating too much will cause constipation and fire, I believe that the GIs will also call it 'spirit meat'.

This is the unlucky can that the American GIs will never eat with lingering pain, and the supreme delicacy in the eyes of friendly troops, to them should be completely wiped out like enemy bullets and raging diseases.

When I think of the war after the New World, my own spam became the main military ration, and the chefs fried the spam with bread or porridge in the morning, baked the spam and bread at noon, and made the spam into a meat filling and sandwiched it in a tortilla at dinner, which was a terrible and pleasant scene. (To be continued.) )