The lieutenant squinted his eyes and his breathing became somewhat rapid.

These two gold bars, he wouldn't be able to earn such a large sum even after working for another two years.

The lieutenant looked around, reached out to take the gold bars from Yang Fei's hand, and lowered his voice with a hint of amusement.

"You're really a smart man, I like you guys."

As he spoke, he returned to the recruitment tent, personally took the paperwork, and with a big stroke of his pen, he indeed assigned Yang Fei and others to the logistics unit.

Yang Fei and others thanked the lieutenant, carrying pots and pans, followed a guard towards the logistics base.

Just then, another lieutenant approached, looking at the lieutenant holding the paperwork, grinning.

"Did this group of people offend you, do you need to bully the newbies like this?"

"That cook soldier, River Beaver, isn't easy to deal with."

"In last night's fierce battle, he led a bunch of cook soldiers in a charge. In the end, all the cook soldiers died, only he returned alive."

The lieutenant holding the paperwork shrugged.

"That's not my problem. God as my witness, they requested to be cook soldiers, life and death are none of my concern."

The other lieutenant chuckled twice.

"These new recruits probably don't know River Beaver's temper, this guy just made a mistake, got demoted from the operations department, and became the logistics director."

"But this guy always thinks about going to battle, I doubt these dozen cook soldiers can even fill his teeth gaps."

The lieutenant holding the paperwork couldn't help but touch the gold bars in his pocket, waved his hand casually.

"River Beaver is General Tolstoy's fierce officer, this time he was removed, only because he killed prisoners."

"Once this period is over, he'll definitely return to the operations department. It's best not to gossip about such big figures."

The other lieutenant nodded: "You're right, we can't afford to provoke River Beaver."

Yang Fei and others reported to the logistics department under the guard's leadership.

The registration process for mercenaries is very simple; just fill out a form and add a name to the military registry.

After every battle, names added to the military registry are often densely crossed out.

After registering, Yang Fei and others faced no obstacles and successfully joined the cooking squad.

The soldier registering the military titles looked at the Changfeng Squad as if looking at dead people.

This left everyone feeling somewhat displeased.

The guard led Yang Fei to the cooking squad barracks, seemed wary of something, uttered a few words of warning, and then hurriedly fled.

Snore snore!

Yang Fei and others, just approaching the cooking squad barracks, heard someone snoring loudly, like a tsunami.

The breath might be rough, but it was long and continuous.

Mad Blade and Yang Fei exchanged a glance, their expressions turning serious simultaneously.

Both are martial arts masters, and upon hearing, realized the guy sleeping in the tent is a formidable martial arts master.

"Not only are his internal organs breathing powerfully, but through the tent, everyone can feel the Essence Qi flooding in, scorching the skin.

Everyone heightened their vigilance, reined in their Qi-Blood fluctuations, and entered the tent.

Inside the cooking squad tent, a big man, over two meters tall, wore nothing but leather shorts, snoring loudly on the mattress.

The giant's hand was like a palm fan, chest hair thick, extending to below the belly, chin covered in beard stubble, bald head with no hair.

Upon seeing this person, Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy isn't a martial arts master, just has innate divine strength, like a tiger or wolf, naturally vigorous Qi-Blood, physically strong.

Such a person can easily crush ordinary people, but against Dark Force or higher masters, it's a different story.

A Dark Energy Master's palm subtly emits Dark Force, enough to pulverize his internal organs.

Mad Blade relaxed, put down the large iron pot from his back with a clatter.

The Changfeng Squad bunch of rascals all sat down to rest, dismissing the snoring big man.

This Mingjin level guy, no matter how vigorous his Qi-Blood, is seen as nothing more than an ant by the Changfeng Squad.

Yang Fei continued to study the big man.

From Yang Fei's experience, muscle-bound guys like this aren't very bright, easy to deal with; if used properly, can be employed as a scapegoat.

Mad Blade heard the snoring, like thunder, taking up two beds.

He frowned, kicked the big man's leg.

"Get up, make room for me, why the heck are you sleeping on two beds?"

Seeing this, Yang Fei knew it was bad.

This guy is clearly trouble; Mad Blade got used to being overbearing and forgot about the need for stealth, which is big trouble.

Sure enough, the big man suddenly flinched and jumped up.

He grabbed Mad Blade by the neck with one hand, his eyes wide open: "Who are you?"

Mad Blade didn't expect the guy to be so quick.

His over-six-foot frame being hoisted in the air by the big man, like a fragile child.

Mad Blade leisurely broke free from the big man's grip, landed slowly, tidying his collar calmly.

He sneered: "Listen up, I'm the newly recruited cook soldier, from now on, I call the shots here..."

Before he could finish, Yang Fei stomped on him, causing extreme pain.

Mad Blade gasped, turned around to see Yang Fei's warning look.

Provoked by Mad Blade, the big man's eyes widened, his roar booming.

"What did you say? Say it again if you got guts!"

Mad Blade looked at Yang Fei with resentment, turned around, completely submitted.

"I was just talking, General, don't get mad."

Mad Blade, being typically arrogant, never spoke so humbly.

Watching Mad Blade's frowning expression almost wrinkles like Shar Pei, everyone couldn't help but chuckle discreetly.

The big man glanced at Mad Blade, astonished by his strength.

But seeing this guy speak so humbly, the big man felt appeased.

He laughed heartily: "That's the soldier attitude, those rookies who died in last night's night raid were truly pitiful."

As he spoke, he smacked Mad Blade's shoulder hard.

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

Everyone picked up on the ominous tone in the big man's words, ears perked up.

Mad Blade cautiously watched the big man.

"General, you mean... we cook soldiers have to fight too?"

The big man glared at Mad Blade irritably.

"Get some ambition, what's wrong with cook soldiers? Cook soldiers are warriors too and can become battlefield heroes."

Yang Fei and Mad Blade exchanged a glance, both showing troubled expressions.

Originally thinking cook soldiers could stay out of combat, but man proposes, god disposes; this guy actually enjoys leading support personnel to battle?

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