.Seventeen, the suffocating legion commander

"Bam, you idiot!"

In the messy camp of the Giant Bears Legion, Colonel Ferry Taylor was once again heard. As the date of the army's departure to the front line approached, Colonel Taylor's liver fire became increasingly strong, and he could basically hear him yelling in the barracks every day.

Now, the dwarf Bam, who had just been transferred from a cavalry captain to a logistics director, lost almost all of his subordinates in the battle to siege Sofia Leahton's troops, but he miraculously did not even lose his roots. Because of his seniority and some people plead for gifts, Feili transferred this glorious senior to the logistics position. This appointment obviously lacked consideration of Bam's actual quality, and almost brought endless troubles to the Legion Commander since he took office.

Facing his boss's angrily scolded, Bam rubbed his fat fingers embarrassedly, giggling foolishly, looking shameless. Now his face is red, and he is obviously fatter than when he was in the cavalry team. The fat on his head is almost torn his cheeks, and it is obviously very moisturizing.

"Sir, I don't understand why you are angry. Is there anything important to me to serve you?"

"Bam, letting you be the logistics director is the biggest mistake in my life!" Feiri was so angry that she seemed to be standing up. He pointed to the few cardboard boxes on his left, and pointed to the pile of clay pots on the right, as high as a hill, "Tell me, what is it here? Ah, what is it there?"

"The carton contains bags of coffee, and the can contains refined lard. Sir. Are you not satisfied with the brand of lard?"

"Which of these two things do you think is used more? Lard or coffee?"

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"Oh my God, how does your heart grow? Isn't it just that your head is filled with nothing but ale?" Feili hugged her head with a painful face. "Even the lazy people who never cook should know that we have to drink a big cup of hot boiled lard every morning when we wake up? You idiot!"

"Sir, eating more lard is very good for the human body. It can lubricate the stomach and intestines, treat constipation, and prevent colds and coughs. My family's ancestral recipe says that you should often drink hot soup made with lard and pepper in winter. If you put more onions into the soup, it can also treat the stings on your face. This is how my mother cured my dad..."

"Shut up! You idiot! I'm not interested in your home-born recipe." Feiri interrupted Bam rudely, pressed his head and hit the lard can. "I don't care how much kickback the lard dealer gave you, in short, I'll return all the more lard I bought before the evening, and then buy me the lack of coffee! In addition..." He grabbed Bam's collar and angrily dragged the incompetent logistics director to the front of another pile of goods.

"And what's going on with these cans?" Feili took out a ceramic outer wall from a large wooden box and sealed the old can with grease paper and thread wax. She pushed Bam's face hard and pressed his nose down. "You bought me some rags and come back! Let me see clearly that these canned beef were all produced in DR1956. This year is DR1991, and it has expired for more than 20 years! Say, how much has the food store owner or elf spy given you > Are everyone suffering from food poisoning and losing their combat effectiveness? You idiot!"

"Sir, although these cans have been stored for a little longer, the quality is fine. They still taste like braised beef with vinegar." Bam took the can without caring, dug out a piece of beef with juice from it, and put it in his mouth to chew it. "It tastes good, it is quite chewy, and it also has an appetizing function. Sir, do you want to have a piece?"

"Have your taste deteriorated to the same level as goblins and slime monsters? Show me the signs on the can, which are written as spicy beef! It has been rotten after so many years! You idiot!" Feili angrily tore off the can label and pressed it directly on Bam's eyes, so that he could see clearly, "Since you like this batch of cans so much, then from now on these cans will be your own food! Guards! Send all these "braised beef in vinegar" to the dormitory of the logistics director, and send someone to supervise him to eat all the cans for me! The cost of cans is deducted from his military pay! Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Several bodyguards hired from the security company responded in unison and began to lift the box. A cold sweat suddenly broke out on Bam's forehead.

"Sir, sir, please spare me. This time I was wrong. I will return the canned food. Please forgive me this time." Now that I am in danger of dying due to food poisoning, Bam, who was still relying on his seniority, finally surrendered.

"This is just like that, but it's not that cheap. After you get the can, you come back to confine yourself to 5 months of confinement, and you will deduct military pay for three months! Moreover, there is still a debt here that has not been settled with you!" Feili grabbed Bam's ear again and dragged him out of the army's warehouse.

"And here, Bam, why have you brought so many ogres here to do! Have a picnic? I order you to give me an explanation immediately!" Feiri pointed to the open space in the center of the military camp and yelled loudly in Bam's ear. Her loud voice almost made the poor logistics director shake his eardrums.

Poor Bam covered his ears and was dizzy for a while before he could barely wake up. "Sir," he leaned weakly against the exterior wall of the warehouse, his head was dizzy and he couldn't straighten his waist. "Didn't you say that the kitchen team was insufficient? These are all the chefs I've found."

"Cook? These ogres!" Feiri looked at Bam in disbelief, then looked back at the ugly monsters in the middle of the camp. Each of them had a large body of two normal people, with yellow skin, ugly horns, fat belly, falling cunts, thick and short limbs, and only wore a pair of torn shorts all over his body. He didn't carry a mace of about the thickness of the front wheel of the roller, and then he could go to a barbecue party for the cannibal barbecue.

These dirty ogres are now gathering back to back, staring at the tender and tender female priests in the medical team with their eyes as if they were seeing a delicious meal, and they are still drooling. They smacked each other's lips to discuss which woman is more delicious to roast, which scared the girls who are not very knowledgeable cry and scream.

Although the girls from the Elise Church and the Aimetta Church all took out whips and swords and glared at them, they only made the ogres' discussion of female flesh more deeply. Feiri could even clearly hear them talking about horror topics such as "This woman is so fierce. The meat must be very hard", "If the meat is too hard, it must be fried to taste good", "It is better to use more vinegar to soak more", and in a sense, it does have a professional style as a chef.

Moreover, they use very fluent common terms. It seems that ogres in the New World must attach great importance to education and their cultural level is much higher than those of the same races who cannot even speak foreign languages ​​in the Old World.

However, no matter how educated these ogres are, Feili does not intend to keep them in his own team.

"Bam, you idiot! Did you get your head kicked by a donkey? How can you let the ogres come to our army as a chef! Do you want them to eat my soldiers?"

"Sir, you said you wanted to hire the cheapest one." Bam said with a grievance. "These guys don't need salary, they can do it as long as they can manage their meals. And I have asked the people who pull the canal, and these guys have indeed cooked them for them."

Canal land boatmen? It seems that the people who pull the fiber there are bonbons and goblins. These are all races that are not picky than earthworms and can swallow stones, maggots and rotten food together. Feili does not expect his subordinates to have such high awareness. If they really want to eat the rations for monsters, they will probably think that shooting a shot at their boss in the back before food poisoning is a pretty good choice.

"I don't care what you think, in short, it's absolutely impossible to let the ogre be a chef. Now I'll return it all!" Feili waved his hand impatiently, "There must be a limit for saving. If you like ogres to cook the ground vegetables, just spend money to hire one! I don't want to take out my subordinates' bones in the soup one day!"

"Uh hahaha! Beautiful bald lady, don't refuse so quickly. We are definitely the best chefs in the clan, and all of them are first-class in craftsmanship." The leading ogre was a little anxious when he heard that the errand was in danger of failure. He quickly wiped the saliva from his chin and ran to Feili to sell himself desperately. "In order to be able to do this glorious job, I even secretly brought the ancestral recipes collected in our clan. If you don't believe it, you can take a look. They are definitely the unique cooking secret recipe in the world!"

He dug out his crotch twice, took out a roll of greasy parchment paper, and handed it to the Filipino like offering treasures.

"Don't call me Miss, Miss is screaming, I'm a man... Forget it, Bam, bring the recipe."

Feili pinched her nose with disgust and made a gesture to the logistics director. Bam took the stinky parchment from the ogre with a bitter face and went to his boss to unfold it. Feili looked at it and felt her eyes turn black and almost turned to her back on the spot.

The parchment paper is written in a ghost-like font:

"Ogreat Recipe" ('')

1. Find one or eight people

2. Hit people hard

3. Keep beating people

4. Throw people into the fire

5. Eat people

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"Guards, Guards! Give each 'chef' a severance fee of 10 copper coins, so that the guy can disappear within five minutes. Do you understand? Go quickly!"

Fili, who was furious and eager to attack, waved his hand quickly, ignored the pleading of the ogres, and ordered the soldiers to drive the "chefs" out of the camp with bayonets and spears. The girls slammed their whips and quickly beat the monsters who were thinking of grilling them the moment before to run away. Dozens of ogres ran towards the gate without even having to take the severance payment, which was obviously far less fierce than those ancestors who ate raw meat and drank blood. High-cultural creatures are usually weak, even the vicious ogres are no exception.

When the last ogre disappeared at the camp gate, Feiri finally stopped screaming, then turned around and looked at the frightened Bam with a very gentle look, which made the seriously dereliction of duty in his heart.

"That...sir, do you think I should go and get rid of the canned food and lard?" Bam asked carefully.

"No need, Bam, I'll ask someone else to do these tasks." Feiri smiled and patted Bam on the shoulder, saying something that made the logistics director creepy in a very gentle tone. "It seems that it's really a mistake to let you do logistics work. Now it's time to correct this mistake."

He picked up a firewood-slicing axe from the nearby pile and stuffed it into Bam's hand-to-hand combat brigade, "Now, I order you to re-enter the field troops, pick up the axe and report to Mr. Druivini's hand-to-hand combat brigade. He will use his bear's paw to retrain you into a warrior. And there are many guys who pretend to be sick and deserted the military service. I think you will definitely have a common language with them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feili waved his hand gently, and two strong soldiers rushed up, set up the frightened Bam and dragged it out.

"No! Sir, please give me another chance! Please..."

After dragging it for a long time, Bam woke up and cried and made a fuss at Feili. Feili made an impatient gesture, and a soldier slapped the front and back directors with a gun, so everything calmed down.

"Go along the way, Bam." Feiri whistled, then turned around and scalped at the pile of military supplies with serious problems in front of her.

"Where should the lard and canned food be returned? Oops, I should have asked Bam first if I had known it." He murmured, and then made an irresponsible decision to deal with it. "Forget it, move to add a meal to the unlucky bear squadron of the Great Druid. Anyway, the digestive function of the bear should be similar to that of the goblins."

Poor Unlucky Bear Squadron...
Chapter completed!