Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

"These guys brought a lot of stuff, and they even had the nerve to ask us for food before that!"

"Damn it, there are still our army's individual rations here. I guess they were relief rations that some brain-dead idiots in the government gave them before. And they all taste pretty good! That damn Iron Lady, taking in refugees every day, feeds them better than we do!"

"Good heavens, they have all kinds of models here, unlike us!"

"Let me see, there's so much! I'll go ask the lieutenant colonel if we should have some to celebrate today. I've had enough of eating biscuits and mushrooms! Lately, even the taste of sweet pork has become less unbearable."

Several young soldiers grabbed a few packets of individual rations and ran back, excitedly handing them to their squad leader, who then led them, in high spirits, to Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi.

This time, killing civilians didn't leave these soldiers with much pain or regret. Of course, it's also possible that they didn't have time to think about it and were all focused on collecting supplies for survival.

Humans adapt very quickly, and these professional soldiers adapt even more strongly. Moreover, they have been on the run for so long, seen too many corpses, and lost so many comrades. Now, to avenge their comrades by killing some civilians, they have convinced themselves that it is reasonable.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi was actually somewhat uneasy. He didn't think killing civilians was a good thing, but yesterday's events made him feel he had no other choice. Especially the soldiers who were ambushed and killed, which left no room for maneuver. If he stopped the soldiers from taking revenge, he would lose his authority to command them.

Seeing the soldiers running over to show off their supplies, he remained silent for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

"Hurry up and cook, let's have a good meal tonight, and we'll leave tomorrow morning. I've been feeling a bit nauseous whenever I see sweet pork these past few days."

When the Ministry of National Defense guard battalion is stationed, they eat freshly prepared meals provided by the base canteen and logistics personnel from the Joint Logistics Headquarters.

When danger strikes, the logistics soldiers at the Ministry of National Defense guard battalion base certainly can't return to the logistics headquarters, so they have no choice but to leave with them.

However, they simply didn't have the time to carry too many supplies; recently, they were like a skilled cook without rice to cook.

They could only mash the biscuits or dark bread into a paste with various mushroom soups to make it as palatable as possible.

Of course, they also had some high-end items, namely individual ration packs that they picked up during the transfer. These were treated like treasures and were basically only distributed to sick or injured soldiers.

Of course, every day I would also open some canned goods and throw them into the big pot, heat them up with the biscuits and bread, and make them into a fancy paste with a meaty flavor.

These canned goods did indeed cause some resentment among the soldiers.

The Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion is a top-tier unit, and its rations used to be quite good. However, despite their rigorous training and excellent recruits, they ultimately tend to be more inclined towards ceremonial guards.

To put it bluntly, they just put it in the capital to show off to other countries.

No one ever thought of sending them out of the capital to carry out any combat missions.

Therefore, the reserve supplies allocated to them by the military leadership were somewhat perfunctory.

Unlike many countries, German soldiers' rations did not have distinctions of high or low value.

Overall, it's quite good, with four models consisting of more than 12 German-style menu items.

The calories and weight are astonishing, with a daily serving weighing 1.5 kg and containing up to 4,000 calories, which is much higher than the calorie standards of other countries.

Besides regular staples like whole wheat rye bread, it also includes German spreads such as tuna bread, liver pâté, and ham pâté.

The desserts and snacks are even more luxurious, with chocolate mousse, pudding, fruit cereal, mixed dried fruit, and cookies all available. They even provide canned fruit containing apricots, pears, and cherries every day, making the desserts comparable to those in restaurants.

Overall, Germany's military rations are definitely among the world's best.

However, with so many dishes, it was impossible for all of them to be popular with the soldiers. The least popular dish in German military rations was sweet pork stew.

The peculiar taste was difficult for even native Germans to accept, and was disliked by most soldiers.

The Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion, a unit that rarely moves around and doesn't even participate in exercises, was treated like a dumping ground by the quartermaster, and all the military rations they received consisted of this main dish.

Since we're not going to eat it anyway, we'll just keep it here to avoid complaints from the other soldiers.

So for a while, the soldiers in the Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion even felt that they smelled of sweet pork.

With supplies available, the logistics personnel began to play their role.

Although they were all military rations, they could always make those curry sausages, Italian dumplings, and mushroom soup taste better.

Good food can soothe the soul, and the entire camp felt that after being on the run for so long, they were finally living like human beings again.

After dinner, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi and his men buried the bodies of several of his comrades under a few trees, and even marked the spots.

Yesterday, although the civilians were unarmed, they still attempted some counterattacks out of desperation. Several soldiers accidentally stepped into a trap and were then stoned to death.

Including the five soldiers who were captured and killed at the beginning, the team has lost 12 people. The Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion, which started with more than 2,000 people, has now fallen to less than 700 people, with only 694 people left.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi forced himself not to show any confusion; he knew that if he too began to hesitate, his men would panic even more. He ordered the night watch to be set up, and then the entire army began to rest.

The following day, the 694 surviving members of the Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion continued their escape.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi was unaware that the Sorbs had quietly left the previous night. He made a decision to have the entire army detour around the village where the Sorbs were located.

After all, the Sorbs were quite troublesome, setting traps and snares everywhere. Moreover, the Sorbs also had wooden fortresses, and even if they were captured without heavy weapons, many people would probably be lost.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi maintained his previous idea and began trying to lead the team to the Liberozhe Wasteland.

To his surprise, after walking for several hours and taking a long detour, they discovered many carp ponds.

The soldiers were very excited. The military rations tasted pretty good yesterday, and now they might even get to drink real fish soup.

They were very enthusiastic and started fishing.

There weren't many fish in the pond, but they didn't care. After all, a bunch of ordinary soldiers wouldn't know how many fish there should be in the pond.

Fortunately, it was still enough for them to eat, and they could even pickle some with salt to carry with them.

The logistics squad leader smiled and said to the soldiers helping to clean the fish scales, "We don't have much oil, so we can't make traditional fried fish. I'll make you a pot of fish soup instead; I learned how to make it when I went to China. It only needs a little oil and it tastes delicious!"

For this soup, almost every soldier who was free took part, and even Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi learned from the logistics squad leader how to remove the fishy lining.

With the entire army working together, the aroma of fish soup began to fill the air in just over half an hour.

Because there are no field kitchens, the logistics personnel have been cooking with various pots and pans they've collected along the way.

The logistics squad leader chuckled and said, "Hey Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, didn't you complain before that I made the soldiers carry too many pots? Didn't you say that we could just eat cold food normally, and occasionally roast wild boar over a fire? Carrying pots was too much trouble, right? Why are you so enthusiastic now?"

He was a non-combatant in the logistics support category, under the unified management of the Joint Logistics Headquarters. He was not part of the Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion, and given his special status as a cook, he could communicate more freely with Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi didn't seem to mind, and said with a smile, "I was wrong, I was wrong. The pot is still useful. This white color looks really nice. Can we drink it now?"

The logistics squad leader nodded, then checked the contents of the other pots and pans, and began calling the soldiers to line up for their meals.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi exercised his privilege by being the first to serve himself soup. He took a big gulp, smacked his lips, dipped a piece of bread in the soup, and put it in his mouth.

Then he said to the soldiers around him who were staring at him, "It tastes very good!"

The soldiers immediately began to cheer, and several even started dancing.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi did not stop them. He no longer cared about being exposed. If the sound really attracted a chase, then they would be out of luck.

The soldiers are probably going crazy from being on edge all the time.

He glanced at the soldiers patrolling in the distance, who kept glancing this way every now and then, and said to his newly promoted adjutant, "Tell them all to come back for lunch. Don't let them stay there guarding the place. All they think about is fish soup. If there's any real danger, they probably won't even see us coming."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment, but did not refute it. He ran over and called all the soldiers back to start eating.

After lunch, the soldiers continued to butcher the fish. Their supplies were so scarce that, although they weren't sure how long the fish would keep, they had to give it a try.

They took out the salt bricks they had found in the forest, smashed them, and put them together with the fish in any available containers.

Pots and pans were used, and even the outer packaging of the food rations was opened in advance to be used as containers for pickling fish.

It took several more hours to finally finish.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi surveyed the surrounding terrain and determined it was not a suitable place to spend the night, so he ordered the entire army to prepare to continue their march.

We'll try to get to the edge of the Lausitz lignite mining area today. There are many villages there that have been abandoned due to coal mining, and we could consider staying there for the night.

After that, we should be able to reach the Liberozhe Wasteland in a few days by driving around the mining area.

To his surprise, not long after the order was given, his adjutant rushed over.

"Lieutenant Colonel, we've discovered that someone else has been here before!"

"What happened? How was it discovered?"

The adjutant handed over a bag of trash and said, "Since we're about to set off, I had them start cleaning up our tracks, erasing our footprints, and tidying up the direction in which the reeds had fallen."

And most importantly, bury all the fish entrails.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the soldiers found a spot to dig, they discovered a large amount of fish entrails and various kinds of garbage buried beneath the soil! They looked very fresh, probably buried just a couple of days ago! It's likely the survivors, like us, caught and ate the fish. And the sheer amount of garbage—we don't know if it's because there were many people or if they took a large quantity of fish with them.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi was delighted. He took out a map and muttered, "There shouldn't be many people around here besides those Sobs. If they came here to seek refuge, they didn't leave with the people from Cottbus that we killed."

This isn't normal. Could it be nearby garrison troops? They're thinking the same thing as us, heading towards the Liberozhe Wasteland. Quick, tell the brothers to hurry, let's try to catch up.

"If they were comrades, that would be wonderful."

The soldiers acted quickly upon hearing the order. Their battalion was like a kite that had lost its connection. If they could find more troops and their organization, that would be wonderful.

Several crows flew overhead, their cawing echoing as the Ministry of National Defense guard battalion continued its advance, beginning to pursue their imagined comrades.