Chapter 613 (1/2)
”Cool!”
Nothing can soothe the spirit of the soldiers after the war more than a rich meal. I deeply understand that Fisher has made great efforts in the construction of the cooking team in the atlas army. He also has to stir up standard sugar under the shells. This is the assessment subject of the atlas ace cooking soldier badge.
Although the field cooking class of atlas is not here this time, those new employees have basically received various trainings. In particular, there are many Chinese immigrants on Eden, so a long line will soon be lined up in front of the atlas relief canteen set up in the ruins of arm guards.
Although different races have different genes, most of the recipes of humanoid creatures are common in this fucked universe. Meat and wine are the favorites of human races such as Tuli asali and wocha (who looks like ORCs), so the soup from the relief kitchen is sent to these people's stomachs bowl by bowl. Fortunately, Fisher has plenty of stock, When the overlord invaded Eden, countless poultry such as chickens, ducks and geese were scared to death. Fisher originally planned to freeze them all and sell them to low-cost cafeterias in the United States, but now it's OK to feed them to aliens.
The disaster relief kitchen at this end is busy, while at the other end, the Star Alliance navy soldiers who have received a lot of war subsidies are busy preparing to divide the overlord into five parts under the command of the atlas engineering team.
Several gold armored soldiers wearing heavy armor, carrying blaster guns and heavy anti tank missiles watched their movements not far away. This was the backhand sent by Fisher. Because it was not clear whether there were enemies inside the overlord, Fisher replaced them with large armor and small armor. The nano commando team with small armor as battle clothes was also sent. These soldiers had the highest resistance to mind control, If anything happens, they can handle it.
But Fisher's worry was superfluous, or the overlord was really pitiful. There was none of the Reaper infantry units that should have been in his body, so the team squatted in the shadow and watched the construction machinery quickly remove the overlord's parts one by one.
”Speaking of it, how can I feel that these brothers are so skilled!”
The hard-working Star Alliance soldiers whispered and looked at the atlas commanders wearing engineering armor. Their high professional level was rare in the Star Alliance Navy.
”After all, it's a private enterprise. I've done ship dismantling and so on. It's estimated that the people above think so. Dismantle all the useful things on this son of a bitch and take them back for research. Maybe we can use them!”
”Indeed, the main gun of this thing is too ferocious. The frigate said no, and the cruiser Tokyo. I heard that it destroyed the keel of the ship. It's estimated that it can't be repaired with it back!”
The soldiers talked about it one after another, but they worked faster and faster. When they sponsored it, we knew that there must be a problem with this business. After all, it was in the divine castle. Although the ship was knocked down by the Fifth Fleet, it was not the home, so the disassembly work naturally depends on who is fast.
Now hundreds of chefs are cooking cattle and slaughtering sheep at the other end. Most of the people on this arm guard have also been driven away by the gendarmerie in the name of nuclear danger, so we still have time!
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