After a while, she also discovered her gaffe, so she let go of her hand and said in an emotionless tone: "You seem to have something else to say?" ”

"Uh...... Yes, "the disparity in the body lì put me at a disadvantage, and the originally intended rhetoric became less fluid."

I had to speak hard, because I was not used to giving orders with such an unquestionable attitude, and despite my long military career and high rank, issuing orders was a very foreign thing to me, and it was my habit to carry out orders. "Major, I order you to ......"

Even though I had pushed up the volume very hard, the sudden commotion in the room had silenced my voice, so much so that I didn't quite know what I was talking about. In desperation, I had no choice but to send my meaning to Guò Psychic Message.

Then I saw a very strange expression on her face, as if something absurd had happened. There was silence for a long time, and then she came closer to me, and replied in a voice that I could barely hear: "If I want to refuse, will you still use witchcraft to control my movements?" ”

"Of course not." Let's not talk about whether I have that ability or not, even if I can do it, this mental control zhì will not last for a long time, and I don't want to be twisted or broken in my sleep or broken waist.

I awkwardly waited for her final reply, wondering if it would be too abrupt to propose now. We've been fighting together for so long, and we know each other a little bit, but we've only known each other for less than a full day......

Judging by her attitude, is it necessary to refuse? It's a pity, I don't know when the next time I meet such a good female soldier, do I really want to go back to my hometown to find a barbarian woman who knows nothing about the world outside the tribe, as I originally expected?

Seeing her face change as well, apparently in a long period of thought, made me wait a little impatiently. To give a happy word about success or not, does this kind of question require such careful rational thinking? I remember a lot of people getting married recklessly because they felt right.

I followed the psychic dogma of the Academy, never peering into the inner minds of women, and turning my head to look at the people who were in the midst of the noise.

They were playing and drinking at this time.

Apparently because the Fenris were too bullying in terms of physique, the triathlons that the Fenris loved to see - eating, drinking, and wrestling - did not take place at this banquet. They came up with something else, like a competition to see how fast they could drink. Now, the first to be in the limelight was Lieutenant Colonel Harvey, who was able to raise his neck and quickly pour a full steel helmet honey into his mouth without any swallowing movements, this difficult drinking technique won everyone's cheers and applause, and some unconvinced fighters wanted to imitate it, but without exception they were humiliated by the failure, and many people choked sternly, or sprayed others.

The substitute for the Eating Contest is not the speed race, but the breadth of the recipes. This is a very rewarding activity, and soldiers fighting on the ground often face the dilemma of being deprived of supplies, and picky eaters often do not live long.

The first thing that was brought out was raw meat, which was an appetizer with no difficulty, and anyone present could eat a few pieces without changing their faces, and even the nuns who had no interest in the game at all came out and tried some of them.

Then the Fenris took out some frozen entrails—liver, stomach pouch, and intestines cut into small pieces. The nuns flinched for the first time, and the crew tasted a little, and there was no ** to continue. After washing the contents of the stomach pouch and intestines, Katachan calmly ate it, saying that if the contents had not been frozen and decayed, they would have won the game.

I served in Katakán for a while, and during those years, not to mention combat, the most basic survival was a harsh and terrifying challenge, and I deeply understood the difference between the savage world and the death world. Until then, I could never believe that anyone – not just one or two, but an entire army, all of them -- could endure to feed on rotting and spoiled animal carcasses. It was then that I learned that the men who had been sent to Katachan - the commissars and the bishops - had disappeared, probably not by the GIs, but simply by the harsh environment.

When it comes to tolerating harsh food, the Sogan people from the cold world, who are accustomed to natural frozen food, are no match for the Katakan people who grow in the tropical rainforest. And the Fenris from the colder world, I'm sure they won't do any better than I do in this regard.

Unfortunately, the food here is provided by the Sogans, and it is all frozen, which makes this game like the home of the Fenris, and Katachan's advantage cannot be used at all.

Next, the Fenris took some fat with the attitude of trying it out, but they didn't expect that what could be found everywhere on these boreal animals turned out to be the key to victory. Tropical animals are generally not too fat, they do not need to be hardy and do not need to endure hunger for a long time, which makes Katachan less accustomed to being greasy. There were a few unbelieving Fenris who chewed some fat like that, and as a result, they were immediately nauseous and vomited - to be honest, this kind of scene was very rare, and the Katakan normally gave the impression of eating almost everything.

Sylvia suddenly tapped me on the shoulder, gave me a nudge, pointed at the people who were making a fuss, and said, "Go kill them." ”

Naturally, this does not mean that I should go and beat them up, but that I should win a game at dinner or drinking.

To be honest, it's a bit difficult, on the one hand, I can't beat Harvey when it comes to drinking, and the act of pouring wine directly into my stomach without swallowing seems to me to be against basic human physiology - it is not difficult to force it with a hose. On the other hand, in terms of eating, the things brought by the Silent Blade have basically been eaten, and the Katakan people have been splitting the firewood to find the worms inside to eat in order to win back a game......

"Why am I doing this?" I couldn't help but go back and ask. You're not my superior, how can you speak to me in such a commanding tone?

"Although I didn't hear what you were talking about just now, but you are not a navy, how can you have the right to give orders to me?" Sylvia said casually, "And I, the wolf, have entrusted me with being the captain of this ship, so I have the right to give orders to anyone on board. ”

Immediately afterward, Sylvia showed a shallow smile, "And in our tribe, the men hunt and the women cook. What to eat, it is the woman who decides. You're the same there, right? ”

Although it felt like it had something to do with what he wanted me to do, she seemed to have hinted at something very remarkable.

So I turned my eyes to the arena and searched carefully to see if there was anything that hadn't been eaten. It's close to the home of the Fenris, but really, everything here comes from my hometown, and it's my home turf.

Soon, I was able to find it.

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