"And this kind of thing? I thought that in another world, it was all steak and bread, and that they were all natural and better than our fast food. ”

Brown bread with sand and wheat bran, and bloody steak seasoned with salt? Now that half of Elta has fallen under the offensive of Chinese cuisine, how competitive can these "all-natural" meals be?

"Then since you don't like it, mine is better with you." The interpreter blames the narrator's mindset and proposes a solution to Ofer Mondridge, who doesn't know how to deal with foreign fast food.

"No, it's good to try other styles of food once in a while. Is this to pick up both sides and eat them directly? ”

With a slight nod from the interpreter, Offe Mondridge picked up the hamburger and began to feast.

"Look at that, the crooked nut eating appearance, I bet five cents, that eating appearance is definitely not something that an elegant bearded country can have! This thing is a meatless Bavarian......"

"I especially agree with this point, you must know that today's pizza is more vulgar than that of Muster Durian Pizza......"

For Offy Mondrich, who had swept away everything on the table in less than ten minutes, the food was definitely more than the best food the Bimonthly Church Navy could offer - for no other reason than that the person who ate it could eat it. As for the complaints of the soldiers around him, he could laugh at the experience of rocking on a wooden boat and not being able to eat.

There are only two things to pay attention to in the food supply of the battleship and the battlefield, especially before the battle: it can make people eat enough calories and hygiene. As for the rest, it doesn't matter.

The "Spam Luncheon Meat" introduced by the North American Federation in World War II was developed and put on the battlefield with these two priorities. Although the soldiers of the North American Federation have endless complaints and vicious curses, it does not change the fact that Spam makes the soldiers on all fronts of the North American Federation more energetic than others.

After the surrender of the old Yamadae, the soldiers of the North American Federation rode in a car with Niu'er in their arms, eating hot pot and singing songs all the way north from Busan. During this time, the poor people of South Baekje surrounded the Willis Jeep and GMC trucks of North American Union soldiers and refused to leave. Seeing this, the North American Union soldiers simply threw boxes of Spam luncheon meat to the poor. These canned bottles, which were evaluated by the GIs of the North American Federation as "Spam Water Meat" and "Spirit Meat" (especially the latter being the most famous), not only became the most important delicacy of the people of South Baekje at that time, but also made Spam the main market for South Baekje after the end of World War II. Of course, as for the South Baekje people, "according to custom", the Baekje people became the inventors of luncheon meat...... That's for later.

"Well, that's the cabin." After eating and drinking, the three of them walked along the corridor for a long time before arriving at the cabin area of the aviation unit. "Each of you will have a room for each of you, and there will be a Marine guarding you outside the door."

The cabin in front of you is basically the same as the business hotel on the ground, except that it is slightly more compact. But having a separate toilet and bathroom is already the highest standard among the ship's idle cabins. Naturally, they have no blessings in the captain's room, and the second-level officers' quarters are already full, so only the aviation unit quarters that have a margin at the time of design can meet the demand.

"See you six hours later, Mr. Ouffe Mondridge. Be careful to rest. ”

Six hours is long and short. To put it mildly, six hours can dictate the fate of tens of millions of people, and can make all the inhabitants of an entire region immobile and tremble at home; To put it simply, in these six hours, Euffel Mondrich had only one dream, and he was covered in hot sweat and cold sweat.

"Report to the commander-in-chief, ten nautical miles ahead is the first island held by the Twin Moon Church, Sahamui Island, and our army is ready for all landing and attack!"

His consciousness couldn't control himself at the moment, he could only watch the familiar arm swing forward-

"Attack! From here, destroy the rotten Bi-Moon Church, and return the people to faith and freedom! ”

Trebuchets and ballistas prepared on the beach began to shoot at the sea, and even high-level mages began to cast lightning strikes and wind magic. The waves uncharacteristically pushed from the shore into the sea little by little, hitting the bridge where Ofel Mondridge was sitting.

I can clearly feel the salty smell of the waves, but I still can't control my hands and even my eyes.

The shelling of the anti-aircraft guns and other landing ships in the bow came later than the attack of the Church side of the Twin Moons. Unlike those powerful but inaccurate attacks, the muffled sound of cannon fire shattered the fortifications of the Church of the Two Moons.

It seemed that they were much more awake than before, and the magicians and soldiers did not resist stubbornly on the beach, but gradually stabilized their bodies and retreated. Uffy Mondrich just wanted to sigh, only to find that he couldn't open his mouth at all now—and the "self" outside was calmly giving orders.

The battleship with the bow door rushed to the beach with great ease, and the vehicles and soldiers were driven directly from the ship, while the rest of the soldiers boarded the landing craft unloaded from the ship one by one along the rope ladder on both sides of the giant ship, and then carried them ashore with the landing craft.

After this, Offy Mondrich also watched himself easily ascend from the transport boat onto the soft sand.

"You've all seen the rout of the officers and soldiers of the Twin Moon Church, right? They are still as weak, incompetent, and self-righteous as ever! "Odd Mondridge, who was not in the dream, clenched his left fist and lifted it up to the sky." Commanders and fighters, let's move forward! Trample under the feet the rotten liars who deceive the people! ”

It was only the real one that belonged to Ofey, and Mondridge suddenly saw the familiar coat of arms from the shield that remained on the shore......

Trying to find the embroidery needle in the sea of memory, Eufe Mondridge, who did not possess the physical body, was torn apart by pain.

Ah, wake up, that's Naio's Warband Crest!

Wake up, TMD, don't you know what you're doing? Offie Mondrich! There's a good chance that the commander of that legion is Naio!

Do not shell the detected enemy headquarters! Don't decapitate the action! Let the infantry advance little by little! Damn it! Ouffer Mondridge: What are you doing?

The disembodied Ofermontridge wanted to shout, to scream hoarsely. But he couldn't even make his own voice, and the whole person was as if he was being covered in a vacuum.

"Ahh Offy Mondridge sat up from the bed abruptly, and woke up from his rapid breathing, only to realize that it was just a dream of Nanke.

His hands rested on his water-soaked hair, letting the water hit his face—many times people wake up in their sleep and cannot distinguish between the interrupted reality and the dream that has just been reborn, and Eufae Mondrich has to use cold water to force himself to regain his composure.

The fixed electronic clock opposite the bed is accurate at 13:24. There was still half an hour left before the six-hour point, but Efmontridge hesitated to knock on the door of the next room that did not hang the "Do Not Salvage".

"Look at your complexion, you must have just had a nightmare." To his surprise, the translator came to open the door with his mobile phone.

"Don't talk about it." Offe Mondridge really didn't want to look his face in the face, even though he knew it might be really bad.

"Since you're up so early, let's sort it out a little bit and see what's going on up there." The translator gestured to the ceiling, "Do you hear that humming?" ”

It is said that it takes six hours to arrive in the war zone and eight hours to start the exchange of fire, which is only the latest time limit. The landing battle in Keelung, New North and other places has already begun, and this side will naturally not wait on the sea to prepare for it, after all, this war is a division and encirclement war that will be won quickly.

And the aviation unit, which was the vanguard of the first wave of the landing field, was already lined up on the deck at this time, just waiting for the last order.

"To be honest, I'm not surprised that winged creatures can fly like birds, but these little things that carry windmills on their backs are always eye-catching......"

At this time, these three people stood on the ear platform of the navigation bridge and condescendingly looked down at the grand scene of helicopter preparation.

"You know, large airliners with big wings can afford to play in many countries of our world. But when it comes to a helicopter fleet of this size, only a few countries can get their hands on it. ”

The constant pride that overflows the translator's words belies the fact that a decade ago, the country's helicopter fleet was far less than half the size it is today.

"Truth be told, each of these floating Black Deaths can make the forces of the Two Moon Church helpless, let alone this scale."

"Well, the living god Yukrosatia was also captured after being tossed by their kindred until they lost their ability to fight......"

The interpreter keenly caught Uffel Mondridge's surprised expression, and immediately changed his tone and asked, "What?" I didn't tell you? ”

"Not at all. You're just passing me on the story of her being captured by you. ”

"Okay, then...... More on that later. I don't have enough information on hand, and to be honest I don't know ......."

Offy Mondridge had a ghostly expression: "You just said that you missed your mouth." Mr. Translator. I'm just curious, anyway. ”

Suddenly, the rotors on the helicopter gunships, which alternated on the deck, began to spin rapidly, drowning out the conversation between the two.

After the gunship took off, the transport helicopter with a slow heat engine also took off. For a while, the entire airspace was covered with red and green navigation lights, and there was a roar from time to time on the clouds - it was the fighter planes rushing to the beachhead to carry out the final air defense suppression and opposite strike mission.

As heavy as the clouds that can flatten the ocean, the annual drama with human life and steel as props has begun.