Chapter 34 The Power of Sacred Food!
“1500!!”
“2013!”
“3000!”
"Louder! Haven't you eaten?" the instructors scolded harshly.
On planets in different time zones, in the afternoon, late at night, and early morning, the training grounds of major military branches were brightly lit, and the left and right rows of individual training grounds were filled with soldiers undergoing training.
There are new recruits in the punishment team, as well as veterans like squad leaders and class leaders.
They were shirtless, some were barefoot, some were wearing military boots, and some were just wearing trousers. They lined up in a row and did their stomachs in unison. The dog tags on their necks jingled. When the instructor gave them a warning, they all said “Yes!”
At first glance, it looked like a comedy scene shot by a military media.
But the punishment of doing over a thousand fast prone reps within a limited time is obviously not funny.
A group of hot-blooded soldiers repeatedly worked up a sweat under mechanical punishment, their strong and tight muscles steaming out bursts of hot air. They counted loudly, and the instructor walked back and forth in front of the team, sneering and scolding them.
"Everyone has returned to puberty?"
"You dared to pry open the lock of the office. It was not enough to shield the surveillance camera, but you also used frozen liquid nitrogen spray to blow up the lock. Why don't you just blow up the base and install a C4 on my dormitory door?"
"I've been telling you to unite! Unite!" The iron-blooded instructor became angrier and angrier, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the entire training ground.
"On the battlefield! You don't block out racial discrimination, unite hand in hand! Protect each other! How many good guys retire early every year because of military mistakes! You are a bunch of dog brains! You unite to steal something!"
"I never thought that in my lifetime, I would see the crickets and ants shaking hands and helping each other, but what they did was to blast the second lock of the steel door of the chief's office! Is there a baby of the Lord Beast hidden in my office? Or is there a certain noble hidden in it? Is it worth it for you to gather a squad and form a coalition to attack in the middle of the night?"
"Do you need me to make a date call for you guys?"
The shirtless female soldier was doing push-ups with a grunting sound, and the loud counting sounds became quieter.
"Since we are so united! Do 10,000 push-ups and run 50 miles! After daybreak, go to the kitchen area and plow the land. You are so idle that you want to become animals!"
These "lucky" instructors cursed angrily for a whole hour before leaving the training ground. Before returning to the dormitory, some instructors went to their offices.
The instructor's office has many important documents locked up, and is protected by a steel + electric combination door + pupil recognition + various invisible alarm bells.
But now, only the door frame of the office door is left. The steel electric door that was broken and kicked down by liquid nitrogen has been taken away by the logistics department, and the doorless office is in a mess.
When the iron-blooded instructor returned to the office and saw the dirty footprints on the ground, the anger that had just subsided began to boil up again, and his blood vessels began to sing loudly and powerfully.
Important data, computers, and password boxes were urgently transported away, and the bookshelves that were used to store military media books, various manuals, and news newspapers were in a mess, obviously having been given special attention.
The instructor walked around the pile of newspapers on the floor and rummaged through the wastebasket next to his desk, looking for the new books that had not been collected during the day.
He did not return to the dormitory. He sat on the desk chair, turned on the light, and turned the pages with a serious face.
I want to see what this is.
At this moment, daybreak came.
There are 5 copies of [Roommate] in the wastebasket, and the protagonist Fate in each book is a new race.
Coincidentally, this instructor won another prize, one of which was a 10,000-word special edition about a race that was exactly his race, the Moth Wing.
In particular, in the text of [Roommate], when Mr. Carol was hesitating, he compared himself to a moth.
When "Fate" becomes a moth, the metaphorical and unique nature of the fate of this short love story reaches its peak!
They ran towards each other with great enthusiasm, Fate from the moth clan and Carol who longed to be a moth clan, they were both bombs without fuses.
Once the explosion occurs, they will both head toward the flames together, holding hands in the fire, persisting in their own ways, until they are burned to ashes and turn into dust in the sea of stars, missing each other until they embrace each other forever.
But this is not enough to capture the older iron-blooded female instructor. What really makes the female instructor's throat tighten is the intimate clips of Carol and Fate in the special daily life, which are only a few thousand words long.
When the female instructor saw the beginning of the paragraph, her first reaction was, "Are the skills books nowadays so awesome? ?
Immediately! The female instructor raised her head reflexively, alerting the surrounding surveillance cameras.
The empty office with only a door frame left is a mess. What about surveillance? Your *bastard students blew it up!
The female instructor turned down the desk light and read the text paragraph carefully. Only then did she realize that the story-writing expert was quite good at it.
There is no inappropriate content in the article, no mention of any sexual organs, and no description of estrus scenes.
The female instructor thought so too, otherwise, the first shooting story of the Publication Review and Protection Court would be published.
The author writes about the intimate interactions between lovers, but does not just write about their kisses, hugs, and sweet words.
The author wrote that Carol sat on Fate's lap, letting Fate wear only a vest and tight shorts. He put his arms around Fate's shoulders and rubbed his smooth calves against Fate's ribs gently.
Just reading this paragraph, the female instructor of the Moth Wing tribe's eyes changed immediately.
Other races may be different, but in the racial common sense of the Mothwing Tribe, their backs and ribs can display scaly wings and the second and third pairs of ventral legs during battle. For female Mothwing warriors, the waist and ribs are not only weapons, but also the most sensitive muscle weaknesses.
Carol used his calf to gently rub the muscles on the side of the moth tribe Fate's ribs, and Fate was willing to rub against him.
The moths are flipping through the pages, who wouldn't be shouting "WTF" in their heart?
Still, still like this? Don't you hate the armored muscles on military girls?
The female instructor's eyes became serious and she continued to look down.
The text reads:
[……
Carol gently hooks her fingers around Fate's tentacles, twisting them gently, as if she were playing with Fate's tough hair rather than the soft tentacles that express the emotions of female insects.]
The female instructor's whiskers, which were originally hidden in her hair, moved quietly twice.
The common female insect has antennae on the top of its head, which have no hard bones and are soft throughout, consisting of several large blood vessels and muscle fibers.
When the female insect is relaxed, her whiskers will soften and bury themselves in her hair. When she is excited, her whiskers will immediately become stiff due to the swollen blood vessels and stand up straight, intimidating other insects like an angry snake, telling them, "Watch out, I'm going to swing my fist!"
The article describes it this way:
[……
Carol said, "Relax, you're holding me so tight my fingers are turning blue."
…
Fate's upper body was stiffened in a military stance, his shoulder muscles were tense, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
If Carol hadn't been sitting on his lap, Fate would have stood up right now, shouldered his gun, and gone to the front of the parade.
Fate said nervously, "Stop playing. I can't control myself. Be careful or it will bite you."
The moth-wing tribe's whiskers have a strange racial characteristic. They are neither as smooth as the whiskers of the bee tribe, nor as slender and curved as the whiskers of the butterfly tribe. The whiskers are small feathers on the wing. In addition to the main whiskers, there are also pointed feathers.
Fate was nervous, his beard was extremely honest, entwining Carol's white fingertips and sucking hard, as if he wanted to swallow them.
…
Carol's index finger was stained blue by kisses from Fate, and he deliberately pinched the base of Fate's hair, causing Fate's breathing to become heavier.
"Focus on controlling it. Don't be so greedy. If you bite it and it bleeds, I will punish you."
Carol put her lips to Fate's ear and whispered: "..."
…
Fate stood up suddenly, and the veins on his bulging arms were clearly visible! His ears were red and bleeding, and Carol was almost thrown out by Fate. He was not afraid at all, and hugged Fate's shoulders, laughing happily.]
When the female instructor saw the words in double quotation marks, she was dumbfounded and her throat moved up and down unconsciously.
The female instructor closed the book, took a few deep breaths, pushed the office chair away, lay down on the spot, and stood up hundreds of times, sweating profusely. She then took down the water bucket from the water dispenser in the office and picked it up, ton ton ton!
After a series of training moves, the female instructor turned back into a tough guy. His eyes were firm! His eyebrows were wrinkled! His facial lines were tough, and his temperament was colder than a marble statue!
At this moment, even if a bullet hit him, the female instructor could accept the surgery without anesthesia with a straight face!
The tough guy stood up! The tough guy sat down again, opened the book and continued reading.
In the messy office with only the door frame left, it was quiet as a graveyard one moment, and the next moment you could hear the sound of people exercising while the desk lights flickered on and off.
When the early morning preparation bell rang, the female instructor, who had not slept all night, came out of the office with several rolled-up books in her pocket. She ran back to the dormitory, washed up, and went to the training ground.
After noon, the instructors and captains who had confiscated the skill books did not go to the public billiard room to relax, which made the instructors and captains from other camps feel strange.
"Where's Dirk from the sixth team?"
"Why didn't Ward from the second battalion come? He still owes me two packs of cigarettes. We agreed to play the game on the billiard table today. But he was killed by a landmine during rehearsal at the training area yesterday?"
"That's weird. Did the Second Battalion receive a new order to go to war? Only one day after the short vacation, the whole battalion has started double the intensity of training?"
The squad leader of a certain battalion scoffed, and the Iron Prophet said, "Is our legion going to be destroyed? They are so crazy that they are in such a mess."
The strange phenomenon is not limited to this high-magnitude star.
Not all older tough instructors were captured by their [roommates].
Every insect has a different experience. Some love it madly, while others will treat it as garbage.
Other star regions, one of the ten military bases, and the base of the Sixth Military Branch.
"No such rubbish as this that divides unity is allowed in the camp!"
"What a joke! You are soldiers! You are the most advanced fighting force!"
"Spending all of your rest time on a book that has no practical significance, only a weak-willed soldier would indulge himself in a false life!"
"Look, look! What's written there!"
The strict and old-fashioned chief of the higher species pointed at the confiscated new books on the table.
The instructors of the battalions, companies, platoons, and squads in the regiment stood in front of the general's desk, bowing their heads to give instructions.
"The female insects in each book are not of the same species. This expert intends to split the will of the Legion!"
The chief of the higher race cursed bitterly: "Soldiers from this tribe read it, and then soldiers from that tribe read it, and then chatted together. Are they going to compete in debate?"
"Young people tend to get carried away easily. The second step after a quarrel is to fight. Fighting within the team will break up the cohesion. Can the armored army still be intact when going out to fight against the alien beasts? Huh?"
"They are young and easily attracted by fantasies." The chief of the senior species pointed at the subordinates in front of him, feeling very disappointed with them.
"Are you going to be ignorant too? Don't you know that you are able to become an instructor? A true male insect would never choose a female soldier with great military achievements as his queen!"
“…”
The instructors from each camp were silent, standing in perfect military posture.
After the high-ranking army commander finished cursing, his anger was finally gone. He pressed the intercom to call his assistant secretary in. During the few minutes of waiting, he was still dissatisfied: "We found it early this time, so let's just let it go for today's negligence!"
"From now on, there will be no such split-will rubbish in the army I manage!"
The assistant secretary pushed the door open and the senior chief asked firmly and sternly, "How is it, are my good soldiers fighting?"
"Inform the medical captain to send a team over. We must ensure that the good guys involved in the internal strife do not become disabled."
The assistant secretary did not dare to look up, and quickly and briefly reported: "General, there is no fighting among the soldiers in the regiment."
Total length of higher species:?
The instructors who were standing there being scolded:?
The assistant secretary continued, "Because the instructors confiscated the new books, they had nothing to read, so they all gathered around a few female servicemen who were back on vacation and listened to their oral narration of the stories."
"There was no fighting, no bloodshed, and the soldiers dispersed in groups of dozens or hundreds."
"Those mid-level soldiers who came back from leave are now being treated like star soldiers because of their ability to tell stories."
Star military heroine is an honorary title in the military.
To obtain this title, one needs a great deal of military merit, strong comprehensive strength, individual combat capability, and the minimum rank requirement is major general.
98% of them are of advanced species, and are remarkable figures who are as powerful as team leaders.
The assistant secretary finished in one breath: "Commander-in-Chief, the army is now very harmonious and united as never before."
Higher species head: ...
A group of instructors immediately looked away.
Among the instructors standing in punishment, the youngest and only middle-class Butterfly Clan school-level officer stood straight at attention with a serious expression, except that his masseter muscles were slightly bulging and his eyelids were twitching.
He clenched his teeth and tried hard to tell himself that he couldn't laugh. He couldn't laugh.
He laughed out loud, damn, and immediately entered the revenge list of this class cancer old bastard chief.
The sky was full of stars, time differences were flowing, and similar scenes were happening in every legion.
Some legions welcomed the birth of new entertainment with open arms.
Some military corps closed their gates and refused to allow the book into their camps.
However, it is better to open up than to block. The more something is forbidden, the more magical it is.
The lives of the female soldiers currently in service are interesting and fun, after all, the sea of stars is infinite.
It is boring, and it is quite boring. The training is endlessly repeated. Recreational war games are another form of intensive training.
Suddenly, something new that is different from the past entertainment system appears, and it is like a stone thrown into stagnant water, causing ripples that spread out in circles.
They will be curious about new stories that are different from those in love tips books.
Some female soldiers will treat it as a pastime to kill time, some will choose to get to know it in depth, and some will ignore it.
But they will definitely do the same thing: move over, look, and listen.
Most of the time, the imaginations of military wives about their superiors are always vague and unclear. Romance movies come and go, but legal rules are always at the core.
But!
The fantasy in the new story clearly dispels the vague imagination and brings a fast food meal with clear ingredients to the female soldiers in service!
In the story, there is no need to think about reality, the iron fist of the law, and one must be careful in what they say and do. They just need to open their mouths and show off!
The author creates a safe fantasy meal to fill their empty, half-understood, and clueless appetites.
Especially, this fantasy delicacy appears in the legionnaire's field of vision in its final form!
They finish it in one go and just want more!
The female soldiers holding the physical book can tell more clearly that the story is just a story, and the author who can write such a story is the key!
As for offline fans, a small number of readers have joined the four major factions of Fit Crazy Dog, while most readers’ enthusiasm is directed towards @Fit Stay Tonight.
They are eager to know who is Teacher Fate? Where is Teacher Fate? What will Teacher Fate write in his next story?
They are eager to get to know the deity, to make friends with him, and to confide in him some of their puzzles.
[Roommate] is both a love novel and @菲特’s self-introduction to the world.
It is quite normal for male insects to be vigilant in protecting the court.
The vigilance of some of the higher-level chiefs is not wrong.
However, they did not understand what this insignificant book could invade and rule over.
This is just a fake story.
They use hunger and monopoly to drive the will of the military, but they do not understand that spiritual civilization is the real weapon of rule.
Black Shield Star, morning, another day has passed, and the time has come to the point where Shi Cunjin and the Wasp Legion had agreed to meet.
Within two days of the physical book going on sale and being mailed, Shi Cunjin's backend account was flooded with private messages. Even the owner of the account could not open it. The system had to filter it several times before Shi Cunjin could see the thousands of normal messages.
The system summarized this: "Recently, many messages have come to you for help?"
“What exactly is it?”
Systematic quantum reading, summary: "They all come to ask you how to date, to answer questions and ask for blessings, whether it will be successful, what the next story is, and whether it is possible to hold hands with Mr. So-and-so this year?"
The system thought it was strange: "Teacher Shi, you seem to have become a love guru!"
Shi Cunjin casually flipped through the message and immediately understood what the system meant.
A pop culture prototype is taking shape, which is good, except that it feels like all the insectoid romance brains in the universe are in my newsfeed.
"Never mind all that, bring in the Wasp Corps video conference."
"good."
The author has something to say:
I'm going to tear up my insect book and Bible... In this article, the whiskers are the same as cat ears and dog ears, just my personal setting! When they are happy or angry, they stand up, and when they are sad or afraid, they have airplane ears. When the female insect is in a stable mood, the whiskers are soft and hidden in the hair. They are a little thicker than the hair and can be used as a moving braid!
Rapidly freeze liquid nitrogen to embrittle iron! I saw a demonstration in the lab last school year! Thai pants are hot!
The human body is made up of particles from exploding stars. Millions of years later, we will finally be together in the galaxy. Please don't be sad. The romantic love quotes I have seen while surfing the Internet also have their origins in comforting the lost loved ones.
I can't remember who the specific source is, but I can see this kind of collection every once in a while. I'd like to mark it here as a quote from a popular meme on the Internet!