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Regular frontier army, two unpalatable dried potato multigrain cakes, a small piece of salted meat of Shatuo beast, and a small bag of water.

The official reserve is a piece of dried potato cake and a piece of salted meat, plus half a glass of water.

Unofficial reserves, with only half a pancake and a small half glass of water.

The dry potato multigrain cake, with its rough and hard texture, made it difficult for Rick to swallow. But the precious salted meat of the Shatuo Beast was eaten by Rick in small bites, and Qing Shui was even more cautious.

In the Satsuma Desert, there is no food, only the dry and hard salted meat of the Shatuo beast, which is regarded as a kind of local food.

Rick's previous family couldn't even afford to eat this kind of dry, hard and rough meat, and could only eat unpalatable dry potato multigrain cakes every day.

The salty and salty cured meat stimulates the numb taste buds, secretes a large amount of digestive juices in the stomach pouch, and makes the usually unpalatable dry potato multigrain cake delicious.

The water poured down the chewed meat foam and multigrain cakes, and down his throat, a satisfaction that he had never felt before, filled Rick's body.

Squinting and slowly enjoying the blood-stained food, Rick felt satisfied.

At the same time, I am secretly grateful to that mysterious voice for giving me hope to live.

After quickly and carefully eliminating all the food, the monkey cheeks opposite Rick cleared his throat, and his triangular eyes looked at Rick's somewhat ugly eating appearance with disdain: "Haven't you eaten meat?" Even licking your fingers? It's disgusting! ”

Rick continued to ignore it, and Monkey Cheek was about to stir up trouble when he heard a crisp bell ring.

The bell was so crisp that it fluttered far away throughout the black sandstone complex.

The monkey cheeks licked their chapped lips with difficulty as if they had been immobilized, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

Not only the monkey cheeks, but even the official frontier soldiers stopped eating, and with fear in their eyes, they looked at a clean black sandstone building with a ring of wooden fences.

It was the only two-story building, which was supposed to be the squadron leader, but was now occupied by an uninvited guest.

Everyone, even Rick, looked at the two-story building with a hint of fear. Only the squadron leader's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly put away the strangeness in his eyes, and ordered the monkey to carry a piece of food that had been prepared long ago and send it to the adult.

The white bread that is really finely ground and baked, the bread with a slight egg yolk, exudes the aroma of food that makes people swallow. The tenderest and most delicate tenderloin of Shatuomon is cut into a plate of grilled meat. The pear juice with precious sugar is added and the pale green water ripples in the wooden cup.

Although the monkey's gills are lame, they hold this food steadily.

Looking at the monkey's cheeks that disappeared into the second-story building, Rick's eyes moved, and he quickly withdrew his gaze and fell silent.

The crisp ringing of the bell seemed to absorb the joy brought by the food, and everyone ate hastily, and everyone went to rest.

Lying on a bed covered with velvet, Rick tightened his dagger in his arms, unable to resist the sleepiness any longer, and fell into a deep sleep.

Officially joining the Frontier Army today, Rick has a cabin of his own. Although this room is really small, only six or seven square meters, it is much stronger than seven or eight people crammed into a ten-square-meter broken grass house

Rick had just fallen asleep when almost at the same moment, a young man with short black hair and a pale face opened his eyes.

"Woo~!" Covering his head hard, his brains were almost about to burst, and Li Qiang's already pale face was even more ugly as if he had brushed the wall ash.

It was hard to breathe the air, but the feeling of suffocation was getting stronger and stronger. Li Qiang had to endure the sharp pain in his head, struggled to stand up, groped around the bed a few times, and found a can of oxygen tank with peeling paint.

"Huh~!" A large amount of fresh oxygen poured into the mask, Li Qiang breathed hard, and his face gradually recovered, but the sharp pain in his brain still lasted for half an hour before disappearing.

The sharp pain in his brain gradually disappeared, and Li Qiang slowly regained his ability to think.

Habitually pressed a playback knob on his arm, and immediately appeared in front of him.

He made a difficult decision to kill, killed the squire to get the short sword, and later used the yellow sand to kill a second-class warrior apprentice.

When the strange wax-sealed quail egg-like thing appeared on the virtual screen, Li Qiang quickly pressed the pause button, and his face groaned.

Slowly refining his thoughts, Li Qiang got up and slowly moved his stiff body.

There were several empty oxygen tanks lying at his feet, and the room was discernible in the dim light.

It's not much bigger than Rick's black gravel hut. The whole is made of federal immigrant alloy, and the tables, chairs, and beds are all made of immigrant alloy. So the whole room is full of the cold and hard feeling of metal.

Except for the oxygen cylinder that rolled to the ground next to the bed, there was nothing left.

A face-up oxygen cylinder, on the nano-baking paint that has not yet completely peeled off, can still be seen in the general meaning of the federal text, "Oxygen Tank for Human Federation Immigrants", which is the real name of these canisters.

Walking to a hard metal wall, Li Qiang reached out and wiped the dusty wall mirror due to insufficient power supply, reflecting the appearance of a young man.

With short black hair, he looks neat and neat, but there is a tiredness between his eyebrows that is difficult to hide. The facial features are upright, and they are quite attractive.

Medium height, belonging to a very ordinary person. It's just that the complexion is pale, as if he has never seen the sun, and he can even see the blood vessels under the pale skin.

A protective suit that clings to his body, a streamlined shape and a delicate plastic mask on his face make Li Qiang look full of science fiction.

In addition to being a little old as a whole, the protective clothing as a whole is worn out more severely, and traces of inferior repair can even be seen in many places.

Standing in front of the blurred wall mirror for a while, Li Qiang stepped over to the bed and found two very primitive tools, a hammer and a chisel.

The hammer and chisel, which seem to be used regularly, are polished to the handles.

His gaze swept over the hidden portable game light brain on his wrist, Li Qiang took a slight breath and opened the closed door.

The door was only slightly opened, and a tyrannical electromagnetic storm poured in, mixed with a large number of mineral impurities. Li Qiang immediately closed the door, faced the electromagnetic storm that flashed from time to time, lowered his head and walked briskly towards the registration office. Those electric arcs and mineral impurities doped in them hit Li Qiang's protective clothing, splashing bursts of light foam. This kind of pain, like a small iron bullet hitting his body, is already commonplace for Li Qiang.

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