In the cabin of the strike cruiser Poldero, the guards of the Imperial Guard, the second lieutenant of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady, the driver of the Sentinel Mecha, named ...

Knock knock knock, the noisy banging of pots and pans disrupted his thoughts, and the second lieutenant immediately stood up, if there was anything he was most worried about during the long subspace trip, it was definitely eating.

In fact, the Skady 4th Regiment didn't have a room, that is, there was no cooking class, or cooking company or anything, mainly because there were no guys, and as a soldier of the Skady 4th Regiment, the wartime rations were memorable cans, cans, and damn starch blocks, granola bars, Imperial seasonings (with added vitamins) and instant drinks (still full of vitamins).

But life will always find a way out, and during the long voyage of the Pordero, it is certain that you will survive just by eating the rations in the regiment, but how can the soldiers of the Astral Army just live?

In the gloomy cabin, under the unbright balls of lumens, the company commander held a large basin and handed out terrifying things, such as hard oatmeal lumps or starch that tasted like green skin, because they didn't even have canned food to eat during the trip.

You must know that even in the nest capital, you can go to individual and private stores to get additional food sources, although it is true that you are not starving when you become an astral army, but the quality of food is random!

"Again... Oatmeal sticks and... Starch? The second lieutenant stumbled and asked, and the company commander nodded in reply. That's right, today's potion is yesterday's Roman strawberry flavor, and the fruit that is said to come from the Five Hundred Worlds tastes like a curse from the Five Hundred Hells..."

The second lieutenant sighed. "At least it's not those slimy individual field food, that thing is so few and unpalatable, and the whole person has no strength to fight in his stomach..."

The company commander nodded and said again. "By the way, Old Yode's moonshine is good again, and that thing is almost the same, let's even add food today~"

The second lieutenant smiled rarely. "Okay~ The company commander still loves us."

The so-called moonshine is Amset made with starch blocks, water, and God knows why there is yeast or something that ferments promethium by-products, but considering that starch blocks can normally provide energy for human action, then this thing probably could be brewed.

Relying on this principle, each large company of the 4th Skady Regiment had its own production line, consisting of broken bomb boxes, empty cans, military boots issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs and a mouthful of saliva rich enough.

The bomb box heats up the starch to boil it, making it even more disgusting, and finally distills it in a can to volatilize, then pours the rich liquid into the boots, spits on it, and covers it for fermentation.

In fact, only the first pot is saliva, and the next one is often added to the fermented original juice, the most difficult part of this wine is here, to make sure that the saliva is rich enough to have enough yeast to ferment, according to the provider's personal physique, such amset will also have different winds... Taste...

But just like that, such a superb in the army is still the target of strict attacks by staff officers, for the simple reason that the Ministry of Military Affairs strictly prohibits drinking alcohol during wartime! The Imperial Guard Handbook, which terrified the Astral Army, clearly states that violators will be punished with 6 lashes, but it is clearly more exciting for them to have a bite of it in their boring military career than this kind of intimidation.

And the old Yod had the oldest boots of the Fourth Regiment of Skady, with thick lees on them (it should be?). With a yellowish glow, it is clearly a real superb, and a wine made from concentrated starch can be diluted with a single drop of the entire bottle of water to a drinkable level.

An officer once asked for a thick mouthful, and his next personal confession was that it was a liquid fire.

God knows what kind of chemical reaction this thing underwent to achieve such a strong alcohol content under such simple conditions, but the process of making it satisfies the craving for alcohol in the Astral Army, which is actually mentioned in a miscellaneous article written by a think tank in the Empire.

Once he was fortunate enough to observe the experience of making such a fine wine for the first time, and his psionic energy also vaguely observed a faint shadow in the subspace at that time, and he speculated that it may be that the thirst for alcohol of hundreds of millions of soldiers of the Astral Army caused something in the subspace to make such a "fine wine" appear.

The second lieutenant, who was now as devout as the most devoted believer, knelt down on one knee and lifted up a piece of starch and his own military kettle, and the veteran in front of him wiped the greasy filth from his face, and took a drop of yellowish liquid out of the boot with a straw, and sprinkled it into the kettle before it evaporated, and only for a moment he left the sealed shoe, the rich smell of wine permeated the entire cabin.

Every time such a drink is distributed, it is a great test for the Imperial Guard, and if the staff officers find out about it, they will definitely look good! There is no law in the empire that does not hold the people accountable!

The lieutenant shook the kettle shallowly as if he had obtained a treasure to make sure that the drop spread out in his kettle, lest he take a sip and be sent to the medical department.

But there was only fine wine without Jia Yao, who was obviously a lot less, and the company commander mysteriously took out a helmet from under his bed, which was a dark green helmet covered with civilian relief materials from the Ministry of Military Affairs and sacred prayers.

Prayers were given to the inhabitants of the empire in the event of their displacement, and were usually given together with the highly recycled emergency rations of the population, which were not nutritious, and in order to avoid malnutrition caused by the long war, such prayers could be torn off and chewed to replenish vitamins in addition to words praising the emperor.

It is also called the Emperor's Gift Strip.

Of course, the Astral Army didn't want to eat this thing, it was not only tasteless, but also had a "aroma" of foot skin, focusing on the contents of the helmet, which was full of chopped dried fruits and vegetables, which were the supplies provided to them locally when the Astral Army was stationed on the ground.

When such supplies are abundant, they will collect those vegetarian vegetables, dried fruits, and plant fiber, and then chop them with a military knife, add water, and a few seasonings issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs, stir them, and cover them in the helmet to ferment.

In this way, after about two months of Terra, the "food" with a rich flavor and nutrients is ready.

The second lieutenant, as the noble armored driver of the infantry regiment, took the lead in dyeing a large piece with an oatmeal stick, with the characteristic tasteless and powdery taste of the granola stick, the sour taste of the chaotic pickle, and the rich texture and taste that seemed to be vomiting on your tongue.

At this moment, the pale yellow wine is poured into the stomach, and the hot feeling and that wonderful taste spread, this is the taste of military career...

Although I have to admit that they can eat well when they are stationed, such as dried fruits and vegetarian vegetables, if there is an agricultural world or a garden world with low population density nearby, they can also enjoy rare goods such as meat and milk.

But let them recall their military career, only such food can represent...