The primary goal of jungle warfare is to survive in the jungle, where everything from monsters to bugs and even inconspicuous plants on the side of the road can turn into deadly enemies.

Several of the fishmen who encountered the hornets for the first time were stung into pigs' heads, and after the calmer fishmen came to their senses and used magic to eliminate the hornets that were chasing them, Bob announced that he would rest in place for a while.

As time passed, Bob realized that something was wrong, as the scouts who had been scheduled to return at regular intervals still did not return after the scheduled time.

So he sent three more men out to reconnoiter and see if he could contact the scouts.

As a result, it didn't take long for the three men sent out to carry back the snoring scouts.

After being drenched in ice water, one of the scouts said to Bob, "As we were walking down the road, we saw something like a stone in the grass by the roadside. ”

The scout held out his hand and gestured, and the stone was about the size of a wasp'd head.

He continued: "We were worried about snakes or something under the stones, so we turned them over with our harpoons. ”

Bob nodded, this operation is fine.

"And then the stone exploded!" said the scout, "and there was a lot of careful powder in the stone, and it covered us at once. We accidentally took a puff and fell asleep. ”

By this time, Charles had completed his mission and began to retreat back.

He passed by the grass that the fish-man scout had just hit, and then easily collected a few round white fungus balls into the storage ring.

This is a fungus similar to Marbourne, and when they mature, they blow up the spores inside when they are hit by an external force, and these spores can hypnotize people.

However, before they are ripe, they are a rare delicacy!

Whether it's freshly sliced and fried, dried and cut into pieces for soup, or chopped up with minced meat to make a meat sauce, the taste is excellent.

Because he had a storage ring on his hand, Charles took off a lot of it without revealing that he had been there.

On the battlefield, a fragrant meal can greatly boost the morale of your own side, and at the same time, it can also hit the morale of the other side.

Because the current military situation is not urgent, the officers do not prevent the soldiers from doing this way.

So when Charles and the others returned to the position, after reporting the movements, numbers and equipment of the fishmen, Charles and a few veterans went to the kitchen of the church.

Seeing a bunch of fresh mushroom balls appear on the floor, one of the guys who helped in the kitchen smiled brightly.

He immediately took a shovel and dug a hole in the ground outside the kitchen, and then shoveled the ashes from the stove with a little red charcoal into the pit. After making sure that the charcoal that was still burning was crushed under the ashes, he placed the fungus balls on the ashes and finally covered them with the ashes.

As he busied himself, he explained to Charles: "To make this delicious, you have to wait for some of the things in it to decompose, and those things are best dried in the sun and then slowly decomposed." If you don't have time, you can fry it in hot oil, or you can heat it while drying the water. But be careful, those things can't break down when there's water. ”

Because of the training of the troops, the assault detachment was sent out in turns, so Charles, who was busy with the morning shift, had no task now, so he simply stayed in the kitchen to help.

Charles, who often helped Donio cook when he was in the caravan, was no stranger to this kind of big pot rice, washing vegetables and chopping vegetables.

The elves in the south have a monopoly on the production of high-grade spices, and the human nobles in the north can only grit their teeth and pay high prices to buy spices from the elves and second-class dealers.

If the nobles had seen an elf scooping a few large spoonfuls of spice powder into a large pot of meat for nothing, they would probably have tears streaming down their eyes.

Now Charles's task is to stir the large pot of meat and spices in front of him, add the bamboo shoots that are being sliced on the side, and put them in the pot to stew.

The fungus balls he brought back had been pulled out of the ashes, washed and diced, and poured into a large pot to boil soup with the barrel bones, and now the fragrance in the soup pot wafted far away with the breeze.

But the bamboo shoot stew and the tubular bone mushroom soup were tonight's dinner, and lunch was already ready in the morning when Charles and the others were holding back the enemy's advance.

Because it is necessary to cook meals for hundreds of people at a time, the dishes are mainly stews.

The carrots planted in early March are now harvesting, so Charles' lunch dish is carrot stew and a boiled egg.

Sister Mary, who had been reinforced to the assault detachment, saw that Charles was still a child, so she planned to give him her own boiled eggs.

In the end, Charles politely rejected her offer, Charles did not want to be special, which would create the idea that he needed extra care.

When night fell and Charles was queuing up for dinner, Bob and his men finally arrived at their scheduled destination tonight.

On the east side of Baiyun Mountain, there is a place with a different style of painting, where there are no trees, and only a unique kind of grass grows on the ground.

This kind of grass is more than a meter high like a needle, the surface is very smooth, and the internal sponge-like structure makes it full of elasticity, and the elves like to use this grass to weave straw mats, and it is very comfortable to lie on this straw mat.

Therefore, the elves call this grass lying grass, and this place full of lying grass is also called the lying grass ridge.

Bob tells the party to rest on Lying Grass Ridge, where they are constantly harassed by various poisonous snakes, tentacle vines, and bugs along the way. Although they didn't cause much attrition, the Fishman warriors were so stressed that they were now exhausted.

A large spoonful of rice was scooped into Charles's rice bowl, and Charles smiled at the elf who was cooking. The amount of rice is the weight of an adult elf, and the elf who fights the rice gives Charles no less according to the rules.

"Dinner, everyone, hurry up and rest!" ordered Bob on Lying Grass Ridge, and the Fish-Man warriors sat down on the Lying Grass and rested after sending out their posts.

Charles took a step to the side, and this time in his bowl was a large spoonful of fragrant bamboo shoot stew. I don't know if it's his delusion, but he found that the proportion of meat in his dish seemed to be higher than others.

Like the other fishmen, Bob pulled out his own dinner from his rucksack, a black mass the size of his fist. His dinner was no special than the other soldiers, it was dry food made on the islands they controlled. This dry food is flattened with a long form of kelp, then sprinkled with dried shrimp and a little sour seaweed as a seasoning, and then rolled into a ball. This dried shrimp and kelp ball are steamed and dried, and they are their portable dry food on land.

Charles stretched out the soup bowl in his left hand, and the soup was served to them by the old man who handled the fungus balls at noon. He smiled at Charles, and then the spoon stirred in the pot a few times. In the end, the soup bowl was filled with bone marrow from a barrel bone and a large piece of meat from a barrel bone, but there was not much soup. "The soup is not enough to drink. ”

Bob shook his kettle, which still had a small half-pot left. He didn't expect to encounter a stream along the way today. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to take only a small sip to moisten his throat for now, and drink the rest of the battle before the start of the battle.

After several hours of simmering pork belly, the elves have begun to raise pigs on a large scale, and the meat of the pigs, fed with pasture grass and specially raised insects, tastes so delicious that Charles almost cries with the help of spices. Although the meat is a little greasy, the bamboo shoots stewed together are a good thing to relieve greasyness. It's just that Charles looked at the soup bowl and thought that tonight's meal would make him tired.

"Ahem......" Bob choked on dried shrimp from the kelp dumplings, and he had to drink a little more water to moisten his throat. Looking at the kelp dumplings in his hand that were dry enough to light a fire, he shook his head and could only continue to eat. The toughness of the steamed and sun-dried kelp is not low, and he can only swallow it when his cheeks are sour. Although there is a little bit of sourness from other seaweeds, it still can't hide the smell of the seaweed that is simply steamed and dried shrimp. Although they fishmen are accustomed to this taste, they don't like it either.

Charles burped, then walked towards the recovery with two empty bowls. He felt that his appetite was getting bigger and bigger, and he was only slightly able to eat a meal that was full of adult elves. As soon as he had put away the empty bowl and spoon, Munch walked to the place where he was eating, with a basket of tomatoes in it. Munch said to the soldiers, "Brothers, the folks from the nearby villages have come to comfort us......

A kelp dumpling won't feed a mighty warrior like Bob, but that's all there is to tonight's dinner. Although he still has a few dumplings in his backpack, he can't eat them all at once, at most one more before the battle begins.

Charles walked back to the tent where they were resting with a tomato in his left hand and a tomato in his right. He originally had only one like the other elves, but the elf aunt who came to deliver the tomatoes insisted on giving him one more, and said that he was like the companion he had met when he was a young adventurer. Lifting the curtain of the tent, a smell of burning herbs poured out. Because of these smells, no bugs came in the tent. After eating a tomato, Charles lay down on his bunk, and entered the world of dreams with a blanket over a stretchy straw mat. According to the plan, they will only have a mission tomorrow morning.

Under the same starry sky, Bob lying in the grass counted the stars in the sky. The cool breeze blows in the night, and the lying grass makes a "salsa" sound when it sways in the wind. The sound was accompanied by an endless "buzzing" of mosquitoes, as well as the sounds of other bugs. If Bob wasn't careful, bugs would get into his nostrils and ears. Unbeknownst to the fish, the fresh sap of the grass is so sweet that the insects love it, and it is on these insects that it pollinates itself and spreads its seeds.

The two armies separated by a mountain are hurrying to rest here, a great battle is about to begin, and no one knows if they will be able to see the moon tomorrow night.