Picking up the box, Han Feng was a little surprised by the heavy weight in his arms...

"A portion of military rations...how does it feel like there's a bag of rice noodles in it?!"

"Tear!"

While chanting, Han Feng tore open the outer packaging of French military rations.

"Military ration open flame heating device, solid fuel, water purification tablets (pack of six), matches, three flavors of biscuits, jam, cheese, strawberry-flavored cereal, canned beef stew, solid soup, baked meatballs (canned), grilled chicken sauce

(Canned) pepper, salt, hot cocoa, sugar, tea, coffee, chocolate, energy bars (fruity candy)..."

When Han Feng read the introduction in one breath, he thought to himself: Isn't this the amount that a group of people would use during a picnic? There are six sachets of drinks alone...

"Brother Han... I can't eat so much." Wei Yun said with a smile as he looked at the box full of food.

"It's okay~ There are so many of us, one person..."

"Ouch!"

As he spoke, Han Feng reached out to take out one of the cans, but unexpectedly got burned and screamed.

"Hot!" Han Feng looked at the dropped can, then looked at Wei Yun and said.

"Great! This saves me heating~" What made Han Feng dumbfounded was that Wei Yun did not care about his "injury" immediately, but happily picked up the box and ran away...

"It's time to eat! It's time to eat!" Wei Yun placed the French military rations on the dining table and called everyone to inform them that the meal was ready.

Shaking his head, Han Feng stood up with a smile.

In the sideboard, Han Feng saw cutlery, forks, spoons, chopsticks and other tableware. After counting the number of people, Han Feng took away seven sets of tableware.

A few minutes later, everyone eagerly grabbed the army rations and devoured them one by one. They had not eaten such a sumptuous meal in many days.

"..."

"Forehead……"

"Tsk tsk..."

Han Feng sipped the food in his mouth, his expression was similar to that of everyone else, and they all looked intriguing.

"Is it delicious?" After swallowing the food, Han Feng looked at Wei Yun and asked.

"So... delicious!" Seeing Han Feng look at him again, Wei Yun pretended to swallow it...

Seeing Wei Yun's "poor" acting skills at a glance, Han Feng put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "Wait for me for a while! Be right back!"

Three minutes later, Han Feng ran back with a large pile of military rations.

Pork rice with pickled vegetables, rice with fish-flavored shredded pork, mutton noodles, fried rice with diced chicken, fried noodles with mushrooms and shredded pork...bags of army-green Chinese military rations were sprinkled on the dining table by Han Feng.

"What do you want to eat? Pick your own! There's not enough left!" Han Feng pointed at the military rations on the table and said "arrogantly".

In an instant... the restaurant "exploded"...

After getting their favorite meals, everyone couldn't wait to tear open the military ration packaging again.

Spicy sauce, yellow peaches in sugar syrup, beef sausage, instant drinks, shelf-stable scones and various staple foods...

Except for the staple food, each Chinese military ration is very uniform.

"Yeah! Brother Han! This is good! It's delicious!" Liu Zhe held the diced chicken fried rice in his hands and praised it while "squirting".

"Brother-in-law! The meat is fat but not greasy, it's amazing! It's amazing!!!" Wei Peng, whose mouth was full of oil and hadn't eaten meat for a long time, agreed with a smile. His smiling eyes were as narrow as a slit.

Seeing everyone eating happily, Han Feng nodded and said, "Chinese people still understand Chinese people's stomach~"

After lunch, everyone "disbanded" and went to their respective bedrooms for a lunch break.

Han Feng accompanied Wei Yun to throw the garbage on the dining table into the trash can

, while chatting about the future.

During the chat, Han Feng deliberately concealed his New Year's Day proposal.

For this reason, Han Feng, who smiled from time to time, puzzled Wei Yun.

"By the way, Brother Han, with all the military rations here, can we give them to Brother Wang and the others?" Suddenly, Wei Yun got down to business.

"..."

Seeing Han Feng's expression of embarrassment, Wei Yun guessed what was going on and said, "What's wrong, Brother Han? Is it...are these military rations not enough?"

Shaking his head, Han Feng said nothing.

Wei Yun didn't know that the base's daily production of military rations is only two hundred, which corresponds to the base's maximum number of residents... Then there is still excess military rations for external supply...

However, at this time, there are only 1,560 people living in the base, leaving an extra forty or fifty military rations. But...even if these military rations are given out, they will only be a drop in the bucket.

"Brother Han, forget it if it doesn't work... let's find a way." Seeing Han Feng's eyes dazed, Wei Yun knew that he "said the wrong thing."

"No... I seem to have thought of a solution..." His eyes returned to Wei Yun's face. After saying this, Han Feng turned around and walked out of the base.

"Luna, if I upgrade the military camp, can I produce military rations?!"

Just now, Han Feng suddenly thought. Since the military camp can summon soldiers and make ammunition...can the military camp produce military rations?!

They are all "people-oriented" military camps, and the probability of military rations coming from the military camps is greatest!

"Report to the Korean team, I'm sorry, I don't know. I won't be able to get the extra reward content before you upgrade the building."

Luna answered Han Feng's question truthfully.

"It doesn't matter! Luna, upgrade the barracks!" After hearing what Luna said, Han Feng felt "as expected". For the sake of "rations" for the survivors, Han Feng decided to upgrade the barracks first!

Anyway...in the end, all the main buildings must be upgraded! Even if the barracks cannot produce military rations, there is no loss.

"Report to the Korean team to upgrade the physical building - the barracks to two stars. It will cost 300,000 gold coins. Please confirm."

"Boom!"

"Hey!" When Luna gave the upgrade amount, Han Feng stumbled and almost fell...

"How much?!!!" Han Feng steadied himself and asked again.

"Report to the Korean team to upgrade the physical building - the barracks to a two-star level. Three hundred thousand gold coins are required."

"..."

"Excuse me, Team Han, do you want to upgrade the barracks now?" Seeing that Han Feng didn't speak, Luna asked.

"Sheng... confirmed." Clenching his fists, Han Feng gritted his teeth and responded.

"Well, the Korean team, the physical building - the barracks, has been upgraded to two stars."

As soon as Luna finished speaking, Han Feng's gold coins instantly fell from 1.7 million to 1.3 million...

"What about the extra reward...what is it?!" Han Feng asked quietly without relaxing his clenched teeth.

"Reporting to the Korean team, congratulations on getting the additional reward of the second-level barracks: Crazy Ivan, individual soldier supply rations."

"Yeah yeah!!!" After Han Feng heard the words "supply rations", he immediately clenched his fist and punched the air several times! At the same time, he kept shouting "yeah yeah!"

"Luna! Let's talk about individual soldier supply rations first!" Han Feng, who had been thinking about the food crisis, didn't even listen to the introduction of the new unit first.

"Good Korean team, individual soldier supply rations: refers to the specially produced rations for Red Alert soldiers when they are performing tasks in the field because they cannot build picnic facilities."

"Individual soldier supply rations, every

Each portion is equipped with a self-heating device. After pouring water, wait for fifteen minutes, and the instant food inside will be heated."

"Individual soldier supply rations, the price of each portion determines the grade according to the nutrition and taste of the ration. Different grades have different production costs."

"High-end supply rations, priced at ten gold coins each. (Rice with pork and vegetables with pickles, rice with fish-flavored shredded pork, etc...)"

"Intermediate level supply rations, priced at one gold coin each. (fried rice with diced chicken, fried rice with shredded pork, etc...)"

"Low-level supply rations cost one gold coin and ten portions. (Rice, nutritional paste, etc...)"

"Reporting to the Korean team, the introduction of individual soldier supply rations has been completed."

After listening to Luna's explanation, Han Feng held his chin and thought. In the morning, he saw the military rations in the hands of the sniper at the base. The name was "Self-heating Food for Advanced Army Individual Soldiers", but judging from the content, the two should be the same thing...

…

"Hey? What about my... top-notch food..." Thinking of this, Han Feng suddenly heard when he opened the cabinet, the cabinet said "top-notch"...

"Reporting to the Korean team, it is the commander's top self-heating food for individual soldiers." Following Han Feng's words, Luna even added.

"Yes, yes, why not? Is it too expensive? Are you afraid I can't afford it?"

"Reporting to the Korean team, there are no top-level options in the individual soldier supply rations, only high-level options."

"Oh..." Nodding, Han Feng continued doubtfully: "Why? In fact, until now, I don't understand what the top option is. Is it super luxurious?"

"Yes, Korean team, just like the French military rations you chose today. French military rations cannot be produced in the barracks and are only available to you."

"I see..." After hearing what Luna said, Han Feng understood.

"Also, you have the freedom to choose all military rations, which is also one of your privileges."

"???"

"Reporting to the Korean team, there are more than 1,000 kinds of military rations from more than 200 countries around the world. You can choose and match them at will. (Note: Commanders only have ten opportunities to choose military rations every day. Once more than ten times, the system will prohibit the command.
To be continued...