Chapter 415: A uniform

And at this moment, as the chef of all the dishes tonight, the chef who smiles like Maitreya Buddha is now bending over Chen Fenghe respectfully, with a smile on his face: "Miss Leng has a delicate stomach. The marshal was afraid that she could not stand the food and drink in the barracks, so I asked me to take care of the kitchen. I know that you have always been strict in military discipline, and I will never walk around in the barracks to attract attention." He looked up and bowed to Chenfeng. With a bow, his expression became more respectful: "I'm causing you trouble."
Those who can get along in the Marshal's Mansion are all talents.
Even such a soft-looking cook is no exception.
She said so nicely, she is picky eaters at all for the delicate stomach.
Chen Fenghe didn’t expose it. Hemo greeted him specially. He was originally a chef invited from a five-star hotel outside at noon. The style of the food seemed a little rough, but the taste was not something to choose. of. Who knows, a car with a special license plate drove over around seven o'clock in the evening. When he walked down, such a chubby cook had an honest face, but just a few simple dishes made the whole barracks all smiles.
He just started to pay special attention, Leng Yiyao's eyebrows stretched out from the first bite of the meal. Not to mention, the other batch of trainees who were dismissed today had a completely happy expression on their faces.
He sees a lot of people who love his own women, but he never expected that Leng, arrogant and domineering, such as a marshal, would be such an overspoiling. His mind was so delicate that he took care of even a mouthful of hot rice.
He suddenly felt a little incompetent. Hemo, who had made a road in the military world and went straight up, cared about what Leng Yiyao had eaten tonight, what expression on his face would be.
"It doesn't matter, you also got the order of the marshal." Seeing that the fat chef was still bowing his head and looking polite, Chen Fenghe waved his hand: "The content of this training camp is rather bitter, so I have to trouble you more , And balance the nutrition of the dishes." His meaning is already obvious, he doesn't interfere, he adds a small stove to Leng Yiyao in the kitchen. Of course, if it is convenient, it is better to take care of the entire barracks. After all, mental and physical exhaustion is a requirement for training. In other aspects, treat those trainees kindly. Besides, being too special is not good for Leng Yiyao. This is not a military school after all.
"Understood." The chef looked up with a silly smile. Now that he worshipped the mountain gate, he should know how to wink and leave. Seeing that Chenfenghe had nothing else to exhort, he turned around and left the camp.
Looking up, the moon is full of stars.
He got into the kitchen as soon as he arrived today, and he couldn't rest on his heels. I only vaguely heard someone raise a voice, saying that the intensity of this training is almost comparable to the elite troops of "Bai Ze".
From nine o'clock in the morning to the evening, apart from leaving a little time for dinner and dressing at noon, the rest of the time is either off-road with heavy loads on the road, climbing mountains and ridges, or even parachuting at night. In such a cold day, he even ran back like a march.
The chef shook his head. He really hadn't seen a girl who could beat her better than Miss Leng.
Before, when I went to the military academy, I heard that the training there was extremely difficult, but every time I saw Miss Leng appear in the cafeteria, she looked full of energy and energy. Now, the training intensity of this barracks has doubled several times, and she has done it for granted...
He couldn't help but called Frey.
Before the phone rang twice, it was picked up over there, obviously waiting for his news.
"How is it?" Frey glanced at the marshal sitting on the sofa and reading. His eyes followed his words at the moment. Although there was not much expression on his face, he knew that the marshal would definitely want to know at this moment. How was the lady in the barracks.
He understood the complicated emotions of the marshal at the moment. Obviously there is enough ability to protect Miss Leng without any worries in her life, but some people are born to spread their wings to the sky, not to be concealed in their arms, like silk flowers. The marshal loves Miss Leng, so much that he is willing to free her from some worldly vision. As long as she wants, as long as she wants, the marshal will naturally prepare the most dazzling stage for her!
What about the traditional patriarchy of the empire?
Even though she is a female, her excellence is enough to break all the worldliness and look down upon the heroes...
For this reason, even in the details where no one is paying attention, it is no problem to plan for her little by little and create the most suitable environment for her.
"Ms. Leng is in good spirits. I heard that no one is as good as her in all the training projects today." The chef's joyous voice came from the phone, interrupting Frey's distracting thoughts, and suddenly felt the whole thing. People are relieved a lot.
Hemo's ears and eyes are sensitive, not to mention that Frey turned the microphone to the maximum, and the chef heard everything in his ears. It was like a cloud of pitch-black mist, which disappeared in an instant.
He promised Leng Yiyao not to interfere in her private affairs. This camping military training was originally the best time for her to shock the trainees. Maybe, future cronies and confidants will emerge from these people. She didn't want him to be troublesome, he naturally did what she wanted. For fear of her feeling uncomfortable, she didn't even arrange an eyeliner. He didn't worry about her physical stamina and strength, but when he ate alone at noon today, he felt that everything was wrong. I don't know when I developed the habit, it seems that eating with her is already a tacit understanding that I have developed unconsciously. After a moment of stunned, he immediately called the chef over, packed his things and sent them to the barracks.
If this was the case before, someone said that he would be able to care about other people's food with his mother-in-law and he would be scornful.
But only now did I understand that if a person is concerned, no matter when and where he is doing, he can't help but care about the other person.
He winked at Frey, and he had been by his side for many years, and Frey immediately understood.
"Pay more attention. If Miss Leng has any needs, you just have to deal with it. The most important thing is that what you eat must suit her appetite." Frey glanced at the marshal's face, and when he gestured, he told the chef a few more words before hanging up the phone.
In the study, the atmosphere suddenly eased slightly.
Frey, who had collapsed all day, only felt a little stiff behind his back, but seeing the gentle side face of the marshal, under the light, he was so handsome as not a mortal, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy for him.
In the past, I only felt that the marshal was too dusty, so good that no one could match it. Now, Miss Leng's appearance is like a beacon. Regardless of the future, it seems that the Marshal is full of human smoke, and the whole person is much gentler.
In fact, it is very strange. They are obviously the two most indecisive people, and there is a coldness in their bones, but when they stand together, even the sun seems to be much brighter.
"Make the schedule tighter tomorrow. I will go see her at night." Hemo put down the book in his hand and smiled at Frey.
Frey immediately responded, turned around, and went to the duty room to arrange the guard officer's schedule and explain all the trivial matters clearly.
At this moment, after eating "dinner", Leng Yiyao didn't know that the Marshal's Mansion was already arranging someone's private visits on the micro server.
She only felt that the "men sweat" she had endured for a day had reached her limit.
At that moment, Lola had eaten well, and the two of them winked, and both wanted to take a bath in an impatient manner.
Fortunately, the empire's military level is high, and its technological level is not bad. Even in the wilderness, but the logistics department still arranged in advance, the 24-hour hot water is naturally not a problem.
Chen Fenghe and the four instructors had no intention of coming out to give them another training at night, so they took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.
There were 51 people when they came, and the camp was limited. According to unwritten regulations in the army, women had always been washed first, and when they were over, other male officers would go in.
Kings Camp and Willington looked at the two men excitedly, then lowered their heads and sniffed.
I was probably too hungry before. Nothing is more important than the stomach. Now when I look back, I can feel it. After a whole day of high-intensity training, the uniforms on their bodies were sweated and steamed dry, and then wet again. , Already a rotten taste. What is even more unbearable is that in the morning, many people just ran and vomited alive, with sour water from vomiting on their clothes, all the way to now.
"Oh~" The people who recovered, still disliked the smell on their own body.
This group of them, who is not an elite in the military, the proud man of heaven, has ever been so embarrassed. At this time, thinking about how Leng Yiyao could endure them for so long, without embarrassing them on the spot, it was really amazing.
"Go, go out and breathe." Willington saw Kings Kemp look disgusted, and shook his head amused. There is no ventilation in the camp, so many people gather together, it will only feel that the smell is heavier. It is obviously impossible to fall asleep immediately after eating. They can only honestly wait for Leng Yiyao and the others to come out of the shower, before they go in and take a shower to wash away the smell.
Kings Camp smiled helplessly, beckoned, and several other people from the general academy led them outside.
As soon as I left the house, I saw a fat figure submerged in an inconspicuous camp.
Everyone glanced at each other, but they understood: "I said, the meal just now, how did it taste so familiar." Because of Leng Yiyao, people in the military academy have long been accustomed to being able to fight teeth on weekends. Seeing the appearance of such rough dishes, I thought I was hungry, who knows, it really was the chef of the marshal.
"I said, are you interested in going to the Marshal's Mansion for an errand after graduation?" Willington suddenly mentioned.
They are not far from graduation in this term.
Leng Yiyao took care of Lola and the deputy squad leader everywhere, not only because they were both women, but more importantly, they might be more comfortable with Leng Yiyao.
If the relationship between Leng Yiyao and the marshal has been so close, it is a certainty that Lola and the deputy squad leader will enter the marshal's mansion and become Leng Yiyao's men. What about them?
After graduating from the military academy, should it be assigned to various agencies or regions?
Willington's voice fell, and no one said a word for a while.
I thought it was just a simple training camp, but I didn't expect that the future plans and choices were already in sight.
If before, it was thought that most of the reason Leng Yiyao was in the military academy was because of the marshal's ability to be a fish in water, then today's training camp allowed them to truly see the gap between Leng Yiyao and them.
Rao Leng Yiyao had recovered physically before, and killed the Quartet in the military academy. It is not today that all the training programs of the four instructors were easily completed, which brought them full of shock.
In this world, how can it be easy? However, the strength is so strong that it doesn't take much effort at all to perform well.
Even with such a high-pressure rhythm, Leng Yiyao still did not look messy. There is not a trace of influence on deportment and appearance. It can be seen that the strength is unfathomable.
This group of them, who just graduated from the military academy, wanted to be the marshal's guards, which was obviously whimsical. However, what if you change to Leng Yiyao?
As classmates, as trainees in the same period, as newcomers who are not afraid of tigers, for Leng Yiyao, they are also the most suitable candidates for cronies, right?
Everyone has a clear account.
Willington just refined the bones, and never spoke again.
Everyone is either lowering their eyes and thinking, or leaning on the camp, closing their eyes and resting.
It wasn't until Leng Yiyao and Lola washed up and returned to their own camp that the whole army camp became lively again.
More than forty men huddled together to take a bath, where could it be quiet...
Leng Yiyao and Lola laid the quilt, and heard the noise outside, they couldn't help rubbing their eyebrows, and smiled helplessly.
However, Laura's face was obviously melancholy.
"Worrying about the deputy squad leader?" Leng Yiyao took a look and knew what she was thinking. After all, there are only three of them in the entire female camp. At the beginning, in the military academy, the three of them had a dormitory.
"I'm a little afraid that she won't be able to carry it down." Laura did not hide. When she just took a shower, she was sore all over her body and couldn't lift her hands. There are still many bruises on the ankles, back, joints and other places. After a day of training, these injuries are normal. It's just that Laura has two more hours of physical energy consumption than they do for nothing. Even if it survives today, tomorrow will be a vicious circle.
Leng Yiyao tidied the pillows and quilts, went to bed without hesitation, and pointed to the lamp above her head: "It's okay to worry or not to worry. You should know that in this world, it's fake by anyone, but Relying on her own is the real material. If she can't pass this level today, she might as well give up early. It is better to lose her life at a dangerous juncture in the future than for no reason."
Laura was taken aback. She didn't expect Leng Yiyao to speak so rationally, but when she raised her head and met her eyes, she realized what she meant. Back then, at the chemical base in a neighboring country, if it were not for Leng Yiyao, their group would never have been able to blow up the base with such a huge disparity in numbers. Just like what she said, losing here, after all, just lost the quota, but if you barely reach the end, maybe one day, you will lose your life.
Therefore, letting the flow take place is the most correct approach.
This training camp is not just for the Confederate Nations competition to grind the gun in six days. In a sense, is it not a test and choice for their own future?
With this same point, the lump in Lola's heart was completely solved. Grinning relaxedly at Leng Yiyao, he also opened the quilt, and fell asleep more than his eyes.
With this closed eyes, it is the dawn.
The body was consumed too much, and even the biological clock was completely abolished.
So, when the sound of machine gun shooting came from the door, Laura thought he was sleepwalking.
"Wake up?" Leng Yiyao just woke up one minute earlier than her, even if she sleeps deeply, she still maintains the vigilance she should have. She woke up when there were stranger's footsteps at the door. However, when he heard the man stop at a distance of ten meters from the door, he suddenly stopped moving, so he ignored him.
"Um." Lola squinted her eyes, the bright sun outside did not wake her up at this moment. A burst of more intense bursts of fire blasted her out of sleepiness.
She wanted to ask what happened outside, but she had never thought about it, but the deputy squad leader who was opposite had already stood up with a pale face.
Last night, she came back too late. She almost followed the last group of people into the barracks. She barely stayed awake and took a shower. She didn't even eat any food and fell asleep on the bed...
Seeing the dazzling dark circles under her eyes and the dying look of obviously not sleeping, Leng Yiyao and Lola did not speak.
As the only person in this tent whose stamina was not affected too much, Leng Yiyao walked to the vent and gently lifted a corner. For a long time, the meaning of his eyes was long: "It looks like, our army commander is going to personally We have a class."
The person holding the machine gun at the door is the instructor.
However, Chen Fenghe, standing in the center, is now in a uniform!