The army marches on belly. ———————————— Emperor of France, Napoleon

Alan Bair, commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady, a lieutenant colonel officer of the Imperial Guard, and his senior staff officer are reviewing the supplies, and as the commander of the regiment, they are obliged to choose the best supply plan for each soldier until the regular supply list from the Ministry of War is filled out and finalized.

At this moment, the command point of the 4th Skadi Regiment was filled with many new cans, presumably from the nearby agricultural world, or a specialty of Gondelwa VI, but in general it was in full bloom.

This is not a commodity, and in order to ensure that it can be eaten in a harsh and poisonous world, they usually have thick external armor, commonly known as canning.

Theoretically, the food here can exist for hundreds of years and still be edible, and the empire can even say that it uses a vacuum, high temperatures, preservatives and sterile space to ensure that they are easy enough to transport and store for a long time, although it does not guarantee taste, it is absolutely "long-lived".

If they were kept in the cellar, they might survive two terms of the High Lords of the Empire.

The outer packaging is also a dark green or colorless metal shell, and there are no cans or anything like that, as the thing is expected to be resistant to any transport other than direct fire, even falling from low Earth orbit.

Alan Baier took out his saber, he, as a commander, had to imagine the meal, and experience it himself, yes, he had to imagine himself in the trenches at the moment...

The first feeling of cutting is hard, and the tactical saber is an imperial weapon that can be used as a bayonet in the muzzle, although it is not a single molecular blade, but it can also penetrate most of the flesh tissue, and it is difficult to deal with canned food with great strength.

But this thing is actually still a technical job, you have to stand up the knife, and then attack its weld with a tricky posture, military cans are not a thin layer for civilian use, the thick body of cans is also an important material for soldiers on the battlefield, can be used to make simple vigilance equipment, tied to the road of the trench with a rope, and something will make a sound when it passes by.

So this thing is quite important, in general, it can take a lot of effort for a recruit to open a can, even a veteran will have to slowly knock on its edge, and when it is finally opened, the oval can reveals the contents of what appears to be a boiled soft vegetarian dish, golo meat, and potato-like plant roots.

But Alan Baier could barely tell what it was when he took the spoon and judged it one by one, probably even if the forensic doctor came, he would have to frown, and if he hadn't had a list of supplies, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell what it was.

"Hmm... Staff, come and taste it. ”

The staff officer's face changed. "Your Excellency, you are the decision-maker."

Alan Bair rolled his eyes, if it weren't for the fact that this thing might taste good, he wanted to just let the can go.

He took a shallow sip with a spoon, it was sour, slightly salty in the mouth, the first feeling was okay, and then he soon realized that it was not for nothing that those things solidified, grease, a lot of grease, so thick that it felt like your throat was being pinched.

"Day..."Even the lieutenant colonel who is a soldier can't suppress the scolding, this thing is definitely enough calories, that is, it has to send people to the underworld.

"Heat, heat!" The staff officer said immediately.

Alan Baier picked up the promethium heater issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs in disbelief, to be honest, as long as the power of this thing is changed slightly, it can be used as a fragmentation grenade if it is overloaded, and thanks to the simple customs of the people in the Astral Army, otherwise if you give it to those nest gangsters, it will inevitably be a bloody storm.

The sizzling sound of heating and the surprisingly efficient nature of this thing and the peculiar smell of promethium, similar to that of a battery mixed with gasoline mixed with it.

The can quickly tumbles and gurgles, but it smells even more sour and greasy, making people frown.

If Alan Bair hadn't been a competent commander, he would have told it to fuck off, swallowed the food with skepticism, and...

It's much better, it's not so greasy, but it's still unpalatable, and it's probably the kind of raw materials here that are stewed in a pot with salt and it won't taste bad, but it just can't be delicious.

"Fuck off!"

The staff officer nodded, took out the second can, this thing is square, opened a bit like luncheon meat, mixed with a lot of starch and minced meat, the taste is salty and greasy, but Alan Baier quickly noticed that something was wrong, he took a gap after eating, and a bubble appeared in his mouth...

"Huh? What is this? ”

The staff officer looked at the Gothic on the list. "Bully meat, bubble meat, seems to be called salted meat in its place of origin."

Alan Baier nodded. "Get rid of it!"

The staff officer took the thing and replaced it with a new can, this time the can was strange, after opening it was a pale yellow dough, cut it with a knife, and a lot of gravy and greasy came out of it, it was a pie, it looked like a meat pie.

Pick up the spoon and taste the meat with dough, it tastes good, and this thing doesn't need to be heated to taste good, which makes Alan Baier a little relieved.

The staff officer reached out to add it to the order, and Alan Baier suddenly shouted. "Wait!"

They waited for a while, no acute diarrhea, no bubbles, no abdominal pain, and looked fairly safe.

Alan Baier sighed and asked the staff officer to write a list, and the staff officer said suddenly. "Chief, this thing seems to have been discontinued, and its production world was taken over by the greenskins some time ago."

……… Silence, Alan Bair was silent. "Next course..."

The next food was a cookie, which, to be honest, looked ordinary, but if it could be paired with the Empire's rich War Department seasoning, it would certainly surprise the palate of soldiers on the battlefield.

The lieutenant colonel picked up the biscuit, it was yellow, there were many holes, it was relatively hard to pinch, and there was no slag, apparently a lot of improvements were made for preservation.

The smell was like wheat, and it was something to look forward to, so he tried to take a bite of the food.

Click! Click? Click...

Three mouthfuls...

The thing didn't move, it was ridiculously hard, and Alan Bair banged the table a few times with it.

Knock knock...

"Staff, we're ordering a few things normally."

The staff officer nodded, but the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment of Skady didn't know about it, they just felt that they were really tired of eating those things...