In a trance, I felt as if I had gone back to twenty years ago, and I was also holding hands with Ah Wei, flying through a narrow corridor of a certain spaceship.

After forming an alliance, the duo of Ah Wei and I was almost invincible in the ensuing battle for food, so the weak who often starved had to unite against us on a regular basis, and the psychological advantage of being outnumbered, combined with the madness fueled by hunger and despair, often allowed them to stand up to us with extremely high morale. In this case, we were forced to flee. But the initial defeat does not mean that we will starve, in fact, it is still us who can fill our stomachs in the end. Because, after we run away, the rest of them will either split up in the distribution of food and attack each other further so that we have a chance, or they will be pulled out in formation on the way after us, and we will also have a chance......

But right now, we probably won't be able to go back and counterattack.

In a remote and uninhabited corner, Ah Wei and I stopped at the same time. glanced at each other and found that they were still holding hands with each other, so they quickly and quietly separated, and then moved two steps slightly in a farther direction.

Suddenly, I realized that the fragments of memories from twenty years ago seemed like yesterday. Avi is not an inquisitor with authority, and I am not a warrior fighting to the death on the battlefield, we are still two young boys and girls who were captured in a strange prison twenty years ago, fighting with all kinds of people every day for a little food, or running between dimly lit cabins and narrow alleys.

I don't know if it's my little prophecy talent at work, or if it's still a memory of yesterday, I vaguely saw Ah Wei reach out to me and say, "I know you've grabbed it, give me a share." ”

In the next second, Ah Wei's voice brought me back to my senses from the fantasy in front of me, just in time to see her stretch out her hand in front of me: "Do you have any stock on you?" I'm starving. ”

The language is slightly different, but the movements are not the same. At that moment, I thought that I had suddenly awakened the super power of the Master of Prophecy. You know, although the prophet is extremely useless in face-to-face battles, he is an incomparably precious talent at the grand strategic level.

Well, think far. Now we have to meet Awei's request first. I took out two servings of food, the Second and Third rations of the Imperial Guard, and although one was enough to fill my stomach, I handed her together because I didn't know what she had been eating in recent years.

I've always been hoarding food when I was on the Black Ship, and when I came to Earth, I was given up on a habit that I had to give up on the heavenly life of food and clothing at the Psionic Academy. Later, when I joined the army, I often encountered unfortunate things such as logistics cutoffs, so I quickly picked up this good habit again. Right now, I have enough food in my psionic space to last a month. However, I didn't know that time would stand still in the space, so it was filled with specially selected shelf-stable food. The so-called No. 2 ration is something that looks like soap and chews like soap, but after all, it is soft enough to be eaten directly. The No. 3 ration is a terrible existence with great deterrent power, and its hardness is daunting to most normal people, unless it is a sub-human like Ogillin, normal people must soak it for a long time before they can eat it. The military regulations of the Imperial Defense Force stipulate that one's own people must be whipped in internal fights, and those who use dangerous blunt weapons such as gun butts, sticks, wine bottles, stones, and rations No. 3 in fights must be doubled with whips. However, the advantage of it is that it tastes a little bit after soaking, and it is much better than soap.

Seeing these things, which were somewhat nightmare for the soldiers of the Defense Forces, Ah Wei instead showed a happy smile, as if she went to fight and returned with a full load. She took both rations, tore open the package, sniffed it carefully, narrowed her eyes as if she was enjoying it, then looked at me, took something out of her pocket and threw it at me, "This is the Navy ration, you can taste it too." ”…,

Four or five hours had passed since the meal before the war, and I was indeed a little hungry, so I reached out and took it, and the moment I touched it, it smashed my palm painfully, and it felt heavy and hard not at all like some kind of food, more like steel, and if you looked closely, it was a swarthy piece without packaging, with a slight luster, like a fragment of armor after a tank exploded. How can this thing be food? Ah Wei, whom I know, won't lie to people about this kind of thing, has her personality changed after twenty years?

"The navy's unique salted jerky, which is claimed to be preserved until the end of the universe, the advent of the ultimate holy war. I've been the one to eat all the way, so you can try it too. Afie emphasized that she was not mistaken, and began to concentrate on the food in hand. At this time, we can see that she has indeed changed a little, no longer chewing like before, but a very elegant and cultivated small bite, never showing her teeth, not even making a sound, if it weren't for the rapid reduction of things in her hands, I would have thought she was just licking and playing. But it was just a stunned effort for me, she had already eaten the No. 3 ration at a speed that even the Oglins could not match, and instead took the No. 2 ration and chewed it slowly.

This is nothing short of a blatant provocation. Back then, when we were on the black boat, on the one hand, we were really bored out of practical considerations, so we often had speed races for dinner, and we won and lost each other. But now, if I had eaten the No. 3 ration in the competition, it seemed that I would have lost, which made me feel very embarrassed after experiencing countless harsh environments and claiming to eat everything. But thinking that the other party might be from Katachan, I was relieved.

Look at this thing in my hand again...... In fact, the prestige of the Imperial Navy's salted jerky has been heard occasionally by those of us veterans who often fly around on transport ships, but we really have no chance to see it. When I looked at it today, it was really extraordinary. If the Navy soldiers had copied this and participated in the brawl, they might have been shot directly.

My strength is too much to deal with even the third ration, so I can only crush it into pieces with psionic energy, then soak it in my mouth and eat it slowly. So I also tried to use this trick against the palm-sized but enough cured meat in my hand to weigh two or three kilograms. The pressure of two or three tons of ordinary No. 3 rations is enough to crush it, and this piece of jerky, I used the limit of my output, and the huge strength of more than seventy tons barely achieved the goal. Break off a piece and put it in your mouth. Feel, I remember a time when I ran out of food, I washed the screws and held them in my mouth.

The colleagues in the navy are indeed monsters, and only in this difficult living environment can strong men like Daddy Leme and Priest Eurix be born. In time, Major Sylvia will be strong too. In comparison, the dead world like Katachan is really weak.