The sturdy brother dressed as an interstellar female

Xue Ming raised his head and was almost taken a step back by the scene in front of him.

I saw a few round dilapidated buildings on the open space, and I could vaguely tell that the school martial arts field was covered with an unknown dried fruit, and the soldiers hid in the shade in small groups, playing cards, playing cards, Picking your feet is very relaxing.

Is this the army?

Xue Ming vaguely felt that the army should not be like this, but he couldn't describe it in detail, so he could only shut up and observe his surroundings quietly.

The leader seemed to be very familiar with the soldiers here. He walked over to say hello and saw a soldier look up and look over here, and then strode over.

"Which squad do you belong to?" The man looked at his drenched military uniform, and didn't know which style it was, but the uniforms of soldiers in the regiment have long been messed up, and many of them are old models bought from the black market. It's so messy, it's normal not to recognize it.

"I don't remember." Xue Ming replied honestly, "I seem to have lost my memory after waking up in that forest."

The soldier laughed a little: "Let's go hunting for wild food again, tsk tsk tsk is really brave enough, come with me."

He led Xue Ming through the school martial arts field, and many soldiers laughed and joked at him along the way. If you ignore that this is a military base, the atmosphere is quite harmonious.

Going back to the building was a little more serious, and the man took him to register.

"what is it call?"

"Xue Ming."

"What's the nameplate number?"

"do not know."

"...what else do you remember besides the name?"

"I don't remember anything."

The latter gave him a strange look, but since there was nothing to covet about in this broken base, and Xue Ming looked tall and burly, he should be a good labor force.

"Then go to the cooking class to help." The person in charge of the registration scratched the paper, and the group of bastards ran faster than anyone else when they heard the oil on the soles of the cooking class. Let's talk about it in the past.

"We don't have a hot air blowing system here. You'd better take off your clothes and dry them to avoid catching a cold. The antibiotics that the boss robbed last time have been used up. I don't know when the next batch will be."

The man took him to the assigned dormitory, which was a narrow rectangular room with eight beds placed up and down, and a long aisle in the middle. socks panties.

The moment the door opened, Xue Ming was almost suffocated by the strange smell.

The man pulled the wire by the wall, and then the electric light turned on, emitting a dim and ancient light.

"You sleep here." The man pointed to the lower bunk next to the door.

Xue Ming nodded. His eyes still couldn't adapt to the light well, so he squinted. His excellent eyesight made him see the word "Zuo" engraved under the lamp socket, which should be the manufacturer's brand.

Thinking so, he quickly changed into the set of clothes he had brought, and followed the man into the cafeteria.

As dinner was approaching, the back kitchen was already busy. After being introduced, the man handed Xue Ming over to the head chef and left. However, the head chef was also very busy at this time and had no time to talk to him.

Xue Ming then found a place where he could not get in the way and stood there, helping out if he could.

They seem to be making dinner. They pour a flour-like staple food into a large pot with water and stir it into a paste, then pour it into baskets of boiled potatoes, use a large spatula to stick it into a mud, and then divide the ingredients. Soldiers who come to have dinner can pick it up at the window by themselves.

The other is packaged nutrient solution and nutrient powder, which are obviously high-end products here, and soldiers need to spend money to buy them.

But there are a few scattered in front of the sales window, it seems that they are not rich.

Xue Ming was assigned to be in charge of supplies at the free window, and he heard the soldiers who came to eat complain that there was potato stewed Sika again, so the kitchen wouldn't know other dishes.

"Go and eat yours, don't you accept it?" The head chef picked up a spoon and hit him on the head, and the soldier smiled and left with the food.

Meals were eaten very fast, of course, maybe there was nothing to taste, and after a while there were only two or three kittens left in the bustling cafeteria, Xue Ming followed the back kitchen to collect the tableware and prepare to wash.

Their cleaning method is as old as the lamps in the dormitory. Xue Ming was assigned a large basin of tableware soaked in washing liquid. He was halfway through washing when suddenly a person walked in hurriedly from the door of the restaurant.

"One serving of Sika paste, one serving of nutrient solution." The man shouted loudly.

Xue Ming washed his hands clean, took the food and walked over to pass it to him. It was a bearded male, he couldn't tell how old he was, with a pair of blue-green eyes shining under his thick black eyebrows.

"Oh, here's a newcomer, old Hu, you can do it, where did you get it from?" The male worm looked him over, then smiled and shouted to the back kitchen.

"Hey, don't blame me, I just sent it from the personnel department." The head chef took off his white coat and sat down opposite the male, pointing to his head: "It is said that I went to the forest in the south and lost my memory for some reason. Are you taking him in?"

They seemed to be very familiar with each other, and they even asked Xue Ming to sit down and eat together. Unfortunately, looking at the mess, Xue Ming lost his appetite, and only ate a little after a while.

"Help me buy another nutrient solution and nutrient powder." The male insect took out the local currency and directed Xue Ming to run errands, and the latter took the money and walked towards the window.

When he was far away, the male worm turned his head, stopped the playfulness in his eyes, and asked the chef: "Did you check the personnel? Don't be one of us, and there will be trouble."

Although they just hung up the signboard of the Fourth Legion, in fact, they even had to rely on the black market for military supplies, but eight years ago, after World War I, Zuo Yue, who was then the commander-in-chief of the First Legion, was promoted. As far as the General Marshal, the structure of the military department has been disrupted and reorganized, and their lazy days may not be many.

The head chef shrugged: "It is probably being investigated. You also know that our legion is notoriously disorganized and undisciplined. Many people died running to the South Forest all day long. The snail family is the door-to-door son-in-law...the number of annual loss of personnel is too large, and I am afraid that it will not be found out for a while."

"Besides, this planet is so remote that we don't even have access to the Internet, except that we are the local aboriginals, which bugs have nothing to come here to make troubles, so we are in a hurry." The head chef said.

The bearded male worm nodded, temporarily agreeing with his statement.

At this time, Xue Ming came with a newly bought dinner, and the bearded man picked up the jacket that was put aside, and whistled at him: "Please eat, no thanks."

After speaking, he strode out of the cafeteria, leaving behind a chic back.

Xue Ming looked at the head chef suspiciously, and the latter patted him on the shoulder with a kind face: "Just now, that was Wan Lun Lu, the general of our army, and he invited you to eat as soon as he said."

It turned out to be the commander-in-chief, but he didn't look like it.

Xue Ming withdrew his gaze, and sat at the dining table to finish the dinner. The taste of the nutrient solution and nutrient powder was not good, but it was better than Sika's paste...Why is he so picky about the taste?

Xue Ming now suspects that his true identity is a nobleman.

After dinner, continue to wash the tableware. At about nine o'clock in the evening, the kitchen can finally rest.

Xue Ming took off his apron and hung it on the wall, and strode out. The lights at night were extraordinarily bright. In the center of the square stood an extraordinarily large lighthouse. Bright lights radiated from the top of the tower, like a huge Big Dipper in the night sky. .

If he came out of the cave in the South Forest at night, the light source of the lighthouse should be the first thing he saw.

It is simply too dazzling.

It's so strange, here is neither sea nor war, how can such a big lamp be wasted energy?

It seems that soldiers are used to it, this lighthouse should be lit every day.

Xue Ming looked up at the white and dazzling lights on the top of the tower, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and went back to the dormitory to wash and brush.

The dormitory was not full, and his upper bunk was empty, and the rest were from the cooking class, who were gathering together to watch something on their tablets, with straight eyes, and occasionally making some colorful jokes.

This is also a rare electronic product that they bought from the black market.

"Hey, do you want to watch it together? Marshal's latest itinerary map, the resources I finally bought from the next planet last time, are out of print!"

The colleague holding the tablet invited him, his face flushed obviously with excitement.

Xue Ming lacked interest.

Compared with the out-of-print picture of Mr. Marshal, he wants his roommates to wash the socks they took off.

The smell is really pungent.

But the roommates were still engrossed in licking the face of the marshal, and it was obviously unrealistic to ask them to put down their tablets to wash their socks.

Xue Ming had no choice but to go to bed early, pull up the quilt facing the wall, and cover his nose in a deceitful way.

The lights were turned off at 10 o'clock on time, and the face-gathering event finally came to an end. Everyone crawled to their beds, but their mouths were not idle, and they were still discussing the Marshal who was said to be popular all over the stars.

"Handsome, powerful and rich. It is said that he has advanced to double S rank two years ago. This is the only double S rank bug in the entire empire. How can there be such a perfect male bug in the world!" one of them said.

"And the money from the private treasury was used to connect all the barren planets to electricity. It is said that the next step is to connect to the Internet. From then on, we will all be Internet bugs who can surf freely." The roommate sleeping on the bunk opposite him was lost in thought.

"I'm different, seeing his ascetic and sexy face, I just want to fuck." Added another.

Dull and understanding laughter came from the dormitory. The female worm spoke out what everyone was thinking, and then began to discuss how the Marshal is sexy, what unintentional movements are the most provocative, etc., and the control of the entire base. They are all relatively relaxed, especially in the cooking class. At the beginning, the voice was kept low, and then the more they talked, the more excited they became, until the beam of the flashlight flashed across the window of the dormitory.

Everyone was silent for a moment, holding their breath and waiting for the night watchman to pass.

After a long time, until the footsteps could no longer be heard, a concluding sigh came from the darkness.

"Hey, you're all thinking about farting, go to sleep."

One after another sighed, the lonely and unbearable females turned over and went to sleep.

The night was quiet, and the light from the lighthouse faintly shone in through the window. Xue Ming opened his eyes, took out a small earring-shaped communicator from under the pillow, and slowly rubbed his fingertips on it.

Do you want to connect to the Internet?

Hope this communicator still works.

Xue Ming got up before dawn. He seemed to be a very self-disciplined worm before he lost his memory. At this point, he should cook porridge first, then wash up, and he will be able to have breakfast in a while.

The question is, who is the porridge for?

Xue Ming sat on the bed and thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he took the washbasin lightly and went to the public bathroom to wash up, and left the dormitory before the sun was fully bright.

The entire base was asleep, only the light from the lighthouse softly spread on the ground, guiding Xue Ming to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was also quiet. Xue Ming put on an apron to check the ingredients and found that a local grain could be used to make porridge. He felt inexplicably happy.

The sky gradually turned blue, and the soldiers of the cooking squad were rubbing their eyes and walking towards the cafeteria, when suddenly a scent that they had never smelled before floated in the air.

The author has something to say: Light up the lighthouses all over the stars, just to light your way home.

感谢在2019-11-2105:54:33~2019-11-2205:37:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 three madnesses;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!