Food ration standard!

Captain Martial's brain was starting to ache, and he was stupid enough to forget about such an important question—of course, thankfully, Rachel and Yi Shui reminded him of it again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Food rationing, for a country's army, may be a more important issue than the supply of ammunition: without bullets soldiers can fight with bayonets, without food they can only choose between mutiny, rout, or waiting for death; Of course, each country has different food rationing standards, and there are often huge differences between these standards - and that's the captain's problem.

During the first negotiations, Rachel offered that the French colonial authorities would not have to bear the logistical supply of the mercenaries, but that they should bear the full cost of all the supplies they procured except for ammunition, and unfortunately he not only agreed to this request, but also went to great lengths to convince his superiors to agree to accept it......

What a terrible nuisance! If the Americans ended up with an exaggerated food bill and justified the reliability of the bill with an equally exaggerated food ration standard, without the intervention of an angry governor or any general, the treasurer would strangle him to death first.

Thinking of this possibility, Captain Martial's beard began to shake slightly.

Stabilization. He said to himself, taking a long sip of wine to regain his composure, and asked, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, Miss McBride, may I ask...... Does your company have a fixed food ration standard for mercenaries? ”

"Of course." Rachel replied in a tone of course.

"Can you show me?"

"Please wait a moment." Yi Shui stood up and left the restaurant, and when he came back, he already had an extra piece of paper in his hand. The Captain's attention was immediately drawn to it, and he almost wanted to get it in his hands.

But he could only wait, smiling, trying to pretend to be calm until Yi Shui handed him the piece of paper...... Then the captain's face turned white all at once.

He was indeed frightened - the first item in the list, entitled "Daily Food ration standards for ordinary employees of the Umbrella Security Services", actually was: "One and a quarter pound of fresh or frozen meat, or one pound of canned or salted meat" -- about five hundred and sixty grams of fresh meat per day? Or four hundred and fifty grams of canned meat? Joke!

Anthony didn't believe what he saw at all, and he suspected that it was a forgery, a new trap that Yi Shui and Rachel had prepared for him - but he couldn't confirm his suspicions, so he had to say, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, did you take the wrong list?" ”

"What's the problem?" Yi Shui raised his eyebrows.

The captain held up the list to him. "The daily ration of meat for an ordinary mercenary is actually four hundred and fifty grams......"

"Five hundred and sixty grams of fresh meat or four hundred and fifty grams of canned luncheon meat," Yi Shui first corrected Martial's mistake in a serious manner, and then continued, "Yes, what you get is the daily ration of the company's ordinary employees during their duties." ”

"I doubt it."

"Why?" This time it's Rachel.

Anthony felt his eyelids skip a beat—no doubt he was more afraid of Rachel—and put down the list, deliberately straightened his face, and pointed out solemnly, "Don't you think the bar is too high at all, Miss McBride?" Your mercenaries already have at least 50 percent of their daily ration of meat more than the soldiers of the armies of European countries! ”

Rachel stopped his next whining. "Captain, you have to understand that during the Civil War, Union soldiers could get twelve ounces of pork a day or four ounces of beef a pound, but now the standard of living of the American people has improved dramatically compared to thirty years ago, and our standards are actually a little lower."

Anthony coughed violently, and at the same time complained to himself about why he was pretending to drink at this time, so that he almost choked to death. However, Rachel's statement was too much for the captain to bear. Low? If 560 grams of fresh meat a day still makes American mercenaries feel "low", should the French soldiers, who only get more than 300 grams of fresh meat a day, protest by mutiny?

Hell, are Americans all young masters from rich families?

"I'm sorry, Miss McBride, but I still insist that this list you have provided lacks sufficient authenticity."

"You can investigate, Captain." Rachel said in a dismissive tone, "Of course, you don't have much time for this, and Duncan, who is about to succeed me. Duke Sandy is not like I would allow a foreigner to visit the company's camp at will. ”

Of course, she lied, and Duncan certainly didn't do as well as she did, and it was easy to negotiate, but Martial didn't know that for the time being, and he was still intimidated by Duncan's identity.

"A duke?" He was almost yelling, "Come and replace you? ”

That's not a good thing. Anthony thought depressedly. Yi Shui's class was only a temporary lieutenant colonel in the Marine Corps, which was already difficult for him to get along with—almost every time he saw him, Martial couldn't help but salute him—and of course he always did after spending so long in a hierarchical environment. If there is another duke, although France is already a republic, he is always a big man who cannot be taken lightly, a highness, he ......

Wait, an American duke, and in a small company...... Could this be another Majesty Norton I?

Thinking about it again, Martial's mood improved again: Duke Sandy, he might just be a joke.

The captain felt that he could speak calmly again. But at this moment, Rachel explained to him with "kindness": "Don't worry, Captain, the title of Duke of Sandy was conferred by His Majesty Emperor Menelik.

Anthony Martial's mood, which had just gotten better, turned bad again. Duke of Abyssinia! He groaned inwardly. If the Duke of Sandy had protested to the Foreign Office through the Abyssinian government, or had merely expressed his displeasure, the stupid bureaucrats of Paris would have kept him awkward—especially now that France had just been awarded the contract to build its first railroad in Abyssinia, and the government was even more reluctant to offend the Emperor and his duke by an ordinary army captain.

Once again, Anthony erupted in anger at himself, if only he hadn't taken on this damn mission in the first place......

"Captain Martial," Yi Shui's voice pulled him back from regret and self-blame, "that list, do you want to continue reading?" ”

"Of course." Anthony said quickly, picking up the list again and reading the following terms, and the result was clear: he was still frightened.

Only one of the entries was slightly lower than that of the French Army, and the mercenaries had only one and a quarter pounds of bread a day, or a pound of biscuits, which of course could be replaced with rice, but perhaps because they ate too much meat - they also got an extra four ounces of bacon a day in addition to fresh meat. The rest, whether cheese, jam, candy, salt, fresh vegetables or other condiments, all exceeded the standards of the French Army.

And they have a few extras: coffee, cigarettes, chocolate, Coca-Cola......

"What is Coca-Cola?" Anthony asked curiously.

"A soft drink made in the United States." Yi Shui explains, "A black syrup filled with gas. ”

"I haven't seen it."

"Maybe Coca-Cola hasn't expanded its business on a big scale on the continent." Rachel shrugged.

Anthony doesn't care about Coca-Cola's business, he only cares about one thing. "So the drink has to be shipped from the continental United States?"

"I'm afraid so." Yi Shui made an apologetic gesture.

"It's absolutely not going to work." Finally, after hesitating for several minutes, the captain gritted his teeth and expressed his opinion, "No matter how you look at it, the food ration standards of your mercenaries are too high, and one person will cost at least two French soldiers, which I absolutely cannot accept." ”

"Unfortunately, we will not be revising the food rationing standards for our employees." Yi Shui said, but there was no regret at all.

"You don't have to change the food ration standards, but you should revise the agreements you have made, and the authorities can't be responsible for the full cost of your supplies." Anthony Martial demanded. If this could not be changed, either the Governor would not approve the agreement, or he would end up being shot dead by some angry treasurer, in short, he would be finished.

American mercenaries can send him to hell with just one mouth.

The captain already had cold sweat on his back.

However, his reaction was exactly what Rachel and Yi Shui had expected; When he wasn't looking, they exchanged smug looks, and then Rachel said "regretfully", "If you want us to change the protocol, Captain, you should make a more realistic move." I hope you will accept our new request. ”

"That can't be." Martial refused without even thinking about it.

"Then we don't agree to amend the agreement either." Rachel smiled like a devil, "And we also refuse to change any of the other terms." ”

"Miss McBride, you're blackmailing!" The captain began to protest.

"It's a negotiation, Captain." Still smiling, she said, "If you want us to accept your request, you should accept ours." Of course you can refuse, you can wait until Duncan arrives to negotiate with him, but in the end, you will accept our request, or your boss will finally not be able to bear your procrastination and let someone else replace you and he will accept my request, Captain, what is your option? ”

A bead of sweat slid down Martial's forehead. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )