Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces

Qin Yuan made a note of it, didn't expect the food to be so good? Just why did they eat it first?

It's true that they treated them differently at the beginning, but they are all used to it, and they will use their strength to speak later.

When Qin Yuan and the others came to the cafeteria, they found that other teams had just assembled, but after the fight broke out, the whole cafeteria remained silent, not queuing up to eat like they did before, but all the people sitting next to the chairs started to fight. Hand out plates and food.

After everyone was done, Dalong was full of anticipation. After a while, the small cart was pushed over, and an iron plate was placed in front of everyone.

The people behind started adding food, but when everyone saw the food, they were stunned, what the hell is this?

A spoonful of mashed potatoes plus some messy vegetable stew was poured on the dinner plate, and then a few slices of dry and hard bread.

Seeing that color, Qin Yuan frowned, is this thing really edible? It was obvious that some people in the cafeteria were dissatisfied, and the food was too bad.

Lelson was also patrolling the cafeteria at this time, and a man stood up opposite him, "What's going on? Are these dishes for people to eat? To be honest, the food for pigs is better than this."

The people around burst into laughter when they heard it, mainly because what they said was indeed true. Leierson walked over and stared at the soldier coldly.

"Remember, with your military rank and you coming to this place, you must listen to me. You must make a report before asking questions, and then bring your honorific title. Understand? Soldier!"

"Okay, report sir, I don't think this food is fair, it's very bad, why are you giving us something like this?"

The soldiers were not afraid of him at all. Didn't everyone come to this place from thousands of miles just to eat these things? Tomorrow they will start the real hell training, how can it be possible to maintain sufficient physical strength by eating this kind of food?

Leierson stepped forward and overturned the soldier's dinner plate. All the food was scattered on the table. Everyone watched all this quietly. The whole cafeteria was very quiet.

"This is Skull Island, not a place for you to make demands. I am the master here, understand? Soldier! Now lick the food on the table clean!"

This is too humiliating. Everyone turned their heads to look at this scene in disbelief. However, Lelson did not intend to let him go, but instead greeted him. The soldier's head was pressed into the food.

The soldier felt that he had been greatly humiliated, and began to resist vigorously, but he did not expect to be beaten severely.

The people around watched all this happening quietly, and no one stood up to stop it. Everyone felt that they were not from their own country at all, nor from their own side.

No Sen took this opportunity to say loudly: "Remember that you have signed the certificate of life and death before going to the island. After entering here, everything must follow my command and arrangement, understand?"

After he finished speaking, only a few people answered, which obviously made him very dissatisfied, so he raised his volume again.

"And you must answer after the chief speaks, and bring your honorific title! Do you understand?"

"Report sir! Understood!"

"Okay, let's continue to eat, everyone, I hope you have a pleasant last few hours."