Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Horatio gracefully took Louise's arm as he inspected the camp.

It was said that he was "inspecting" the camp, but in fact it was just that when the chef of the brigade's dining group carefully prepared a celebration feast, he and Louise took a walk in the camp in the free time before the meal.

At this time, the soldiers in the camp also started to prepare for dinner. Each class was a "group". Soldiers who were not on duty yet gathered in front of their respective tents, chatting and waiting for the meal.

Each class will send someone to the cooking class to help make today's dinner. Although the main part of cooking is completed by the cooking soldiers, the preparation steps such as peeling potatoes, soaking ingredients in water, adding fire and firewood, etc. are all done by each class. According to the shift schedule, people are sent to help in turns.

Preparing dinner for nearly two thousand people is not an easy task, and the grassroots soldiers are also happy to have hot food in front of them as soon as possible.

The two companies of cooks gathered their "stew cannon-style Astra Militarum standard cooking carts" together.

Although the two companies were from different battalions of different regiments, they were both British.

They don’t mind working together to divide the work and handle different meals to increase efficiency.

"Hello, sir." Seeing the two naval officers who were close to each other coming to inspect, the soldiers in the cooking squad saluted one after another.

In their eyes, the officers of the Imperial Navy are "outsiders who stay at a respectful distance" and are existences that they cannot offend.

Every Astra Militarum who has boarded a naval ship knows the navy's cumbersome and troublesome rules.

and discipline that is so strict that it can be called a dogma.

As passengers, they also had to follow the rules set by them on the territory of the Imperial Navy.

After all, they knew very well that they were just passers-by from the Imperial Navy, and they were just passing by in an unknown batch.

And these people who make the rules are the real masters of the steel giants in the void above their heads.

"Please continue, soldiers, we are just here to take a look." Looking at the Astra Militarum soldiers whose eyes were full of curiosity and awe, Horatio returned a nod.

At his signal, the soldiers continued to work, but they still asked the two of them from time to time.

Somewhat absent-minded.

"Wow, look, an officer of the Imperial Navy, look at this outfit, he's so elegant. What rank do you think he is?" A line soldier with his sleeves rolled up waved his demolition ax in the shape of a cross. He split the firewood into pieces while chatting quietly with the person next to him.

"Lieutenant Colonel? Major? I don't know much about the ranks of the Navy. It is said that their officers are different from ours." Moving the sawed logs aside, his companion waved his hand and said.

"Idiot, you can stay at the brigade headquarters and ride the same kind of horse as our brigadier general. How can your status be so low?" The line soldier who threw firewood into the bottom of the "Stew Cannon" cooking cart used his dirty labor insurance He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove, his tone showing off.

"Don't you understand? That male officer is a captain of the Imperial Navy, the head of a certain department on a certain warship above us. No, did you see the gold tassel shoulder boards on his shoulders? That is the rank mark. As for the female The commander is a candidate, a trainee officer in the Imperial Navy.

Unlike us, they only have one school officer per boat. My brother works as a special cook on a Navy battleship, and no one here knows the Navy better than me. Hmm~ Today’s potato soup is good, it tastes really good~”

A cook who was making soup proudly saved the thick white soup with a large spoon, poured it into his own small porcelain plate, took a sip, smacked his lips and explained to the others.

"My dear, look at the white-collar female officer he's holding on to. She's so classy and elegant. The women in the Imperial Navy are more beautiful and energetic than those in our Astra Militarum.

, look at this clean and refreshing style, the skin looks whiter and smoother than the old fat man’s precious porcelain plate, spray spray spray, this tall girl is really fascinating. "The other cook crossed his arms, held his chin, and commented on Louise in the distance, praising her.

"The granary is big and the butt is big. Hehehe, if I have a wife like this, I can give birth to 20 children in my family!" A private soldier squatting on the ground peeling potatoes said with a smile.

"Peel the potatoes for me. It's not dark yet, and I'm already dreaming. After turning off the lights, go and do your craft. If you don't finish peeling these potatoes within half an hour, your brothers will be late for dinner. Tomorrow you Not allowed to work the day shift." His deputy corporal kicked him in the butt.

Listening to the envious whispers of the Astra Militarum soldiers, Horatio straightened his bicorne hat and straightened his waist even more.

For Imperial Navy officers, it is also part of their duties to maintain the dignity and distance of the Navy in front of outsiders.

"Yes, it's minced meat with white sauce." Louise leaned against him, sniffed, discerning the scent in the air, and then said firmly.

"Huh? What is that?" Horatio was a little curious.

Hmm...—1·

-A canned meal common to the Astra Militarum. Louise raised a finger and tapped the corner of her rosy mouth, her purple eyes drifting upward, recalling her military life in Cardia:

"I remember it was made by pressing minced meat into thin cans of biltong, mixing it with white sauce and canned peas and cooking it."

Thinking about it, I feel ashamed. As a high-class person who lived a standard and luxurious life as an Imperial Navy officer not long after arriving in this world, Horatio has not yet tasted the weird, simple and pyrotechnic food in this world.

"Well, it sounds delicious."

"What about this?" Horatio asked, looking at a pot of tea-colored soup that had been boiled to the point of smelling meat, but no meat was in the pot.

"This is 'beef tea', sir." The squad leader of the cooking squad who was boiling the soup reflexively straightened up, waving a spoon with one hand and wiping the sweat from his head with the sleeve of the other hand.

"Oh?""

"Yes, this is a specialty of our Britain. We have a kind of carnivorous cattle in our local area,

with a high meat yield.

In Britain, we use a ratio of 30 catties to 1 catty to make beef essence from the beef of this kind of cattle,

which is convenient for transportation and storage.

When the fire is turned on, it is diluted with water and boiled into broth, which becomes beef tea, which tastes delicious. It is suitable for this cold weather and is very nourishing. Would the two sirs like a bowl to warm up their bodies? "

Horatio looked at Louise, who nodded with a curious look in her eyes.

The man used the Star Army's signature insulated plastic steel bowl to leave a bowl of steaming beef tea for each of them.

Horatio took the bowl in his hand, blew it slightly to cool it down, and took a sip. The meaty aroma was rich in his mouth, and the delicious taste spread on the tip of his tongue, which was no different from drinking a bowl of real broth.

He looked at the soldiers who were eating on the ground after getting their meals. They didn't drink the beef tea in big gulps right after they got it.

Instead, they poured out some dry and hard bread slices from the bread can, and didn't cut them. , soaked directly in beef tea, and after bragging and chatting with the comrades around, they forked out the bread that had fully absorbed the soup and was completely softened and ate it.

This made the canned noodles, which were originally monotonous and had been canned and sealed for countless decades or even a hundred years, taste delicious.

This can also be said to be a manifestation of the soldiers' creativity on the battlefield.

A mouthful of beef tea soaked in canned bread and a mouthful of minced meat salad stewed beans are a relatively hearty dinner for these soldiers, but they have more to eat tonight.

After a while, the dinner bell rang again. The clock struck the gong, signaling that the extra meal to celebrate today's victory was freshly baked.

The "baked meat rolls" were made by stacking several layers of canned meat scraps with tough tendons, and then a layer of flour skin, wrapped up, and put into the oven. They were stacked in a baking tray and brought out by the big man in the kitchen with thick heat-insulating gloves.

After it was taken out of the oven, the cook reserved a full spoonful of thick sauce made from beef broth, canned soup and sauce, and thickened flour paste from the big stew pot, and generously poured it on.

When the bright golden-red sauce was poured on the meat rolls, the baked pasta and the soft and tough minced meat were mixed together. The aroma was fully stimulated and spread in the air. The delicious and mellow sauce soaked the meat rolls, and everyone who saw it was salivating.

The soldiers in the camp swallowed unconsciously, and then cheered. For a moment, Horatio's ears were filled with the unique sound of spoons and forks hitting the plastic steel lunch boxes.

These crude foods that naval officers looked down on were rare delicacies for the soldiers of the Astra Militarum.

When the war situation was more urgent, these soldiers could not even eat such hot meals. Being able to use a spoon to look at the canned meat with yellow wax grease on the surface in the trenches was considered a good treatment.