The Little Prince in the Ossuary

00047 — #signs–

# Signs (3), Atascadero

A meal break was also a necessary order for soldiers. If you wanted to maintain your combat power, you should eat at the right time. Mealtime was given in two shifts.

Although it was a sudden command, Gyeo-ul prepared a meal without any complaints, for his hunger was at「Bad Status」, and he wanted to stay in the best condition. All one had to do was fill in the calories.

Their meal was a first strike ration (FSR). As Gyeo-ul took out an energy bar, Lt. Jeffrey, who was mixing tuna and mayonnaise, spoke to him.

“You know, doesn’t this look like a bunch of shit?”

Military preservation did not care about aesthetics. The shape of the energy bar was, to put it nicely, looked like a crushed lamb. To put it more frankly, it was indeed like a lump of feces. Gyeo-ul had put down the energy bar. Upon seeing this, Jeffrey grinned.

“What do you say? Revenge of the cockroaches!”

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