83: Chapter 83 I've offered up a cake; I wonder how the company commander should respond?

The next second, the ecstasy on Qin Feng's face froze instantly.

The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

He felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning from head to toe, leaving him charred on the outside, tender on the inside, and smoking.

It took a full dozen seconds for him to regain his voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Company... Commander... this joke isn't funny at all!"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong looked at him with an innocent expression, even with a hint of encouragement.

"No! I'm not joking!"

"I'm speaking to you in all seriousness!"

"A Cook! What a glorious position! Think about it, before the troops move, the supplies must come first."

"A Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon, over thirty people, their daily needs all depend on you!"

"If you Cook the food well and everyone is well-fed, they will have the strength to charge into battle and kill the enemy!"

"This contribution of military merit is no less significant than charging into the front lines!"

"I..." Qin Feng felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, neither up nor down, and he almost suffered a myocardial infarction on the spot.

I'm here to kill enemies on the battlefield! Not to kill chickens on a stove!

I'm here for military merit! Not to flip a ladle!

"Company Commander!"

An earth-shattering roar erupted from the command post, shaking dust from the roof.

Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he was losing it!

"I was just saying that casually, and you actually want me to go flip a ladle?"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong looked very innocent and spread his hands.

"It wasn't me who sent you; it was an order from above. I just tried to negotiate for you."

Qin Feng smacked his lips, feeling numb!

Completely numb!

Thinking back to his previous life, he was a National Soldier King, the blade of the country.

But now, his first station to fight in blood was the kitchen stove.

His weapon was not a steel gun, but an iron ladle.

If this isn't humiliation, what is?

Qin Feng didn't speak, nor did he dare to, only grinding his teeth until they clicked.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong had seen all kinds of soldiers and was very experienced in such situations.

"Comrade Qin Feng, watch your language and your status."

"I am assigning you a task, not negotiating with you."

He picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, and began his usual spiel.

"What do you think a Cook is? A mess hand? A Chef? Shallow!"

"Let me tell you, the Cook is the soul of The Military! It is the source of combat effectiveness!"

"Think about it, during the Long March, what was our Red Army most lacking?"

"Was it guns? Was it cannons?"

"No! It was food!"

"Think about it, after a big battle, when soldiers return to the camp with exhausted bodies, what do they desire most?"

"Is it a medal for military merit? No! It's a hot meal, a bowl of hot soup!"

"Being able to let the soldiers have a hot meal, allowing them to recover their strength and reignite their fighting spirit—what a great contribution that is!"

"It's ten thousand times more important than you killing two more enemies on the front line!"

Ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through Qin Feng's heart.

I don't believe a word you say!

Do you really take me for a rookie?

You old man are really wicked!

He finally understood: this old fox had malicious intentions from the very beginning.

All that talk about using his utmost effort, owing favors, and twenty-year-old Moutai—it was all just groundwork!

It was all just to swindle him into the kitchen!

"I'm not going."

Qin Feng spat out the three words coldly.

The smile on Company Commander Zhou Hailong's face vanished instantly.

The temperature in the command post seemed to drop by a dozen degrees.

He slammed his teacup onto the table with a dull thud.

"What did you say?"

His voice was low, but carried a chilling, murderous intent.

"I said, I'm not going." Qin Feng did not back down.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong slowly stood up and walked, step by step, to stand in front of Qin Feng.

He was half a head shorter than Qin Feng, but his aura was astonishingly powerful.

"Qin Feng."

He articulated each word, his voice as cold as a Siberian cold front.

"I'll give you one more chance to rephrase that."

"This is not a request, not a negotiation."

"This is an order!"

"It is a transfer order issued directly by the Military Region headquarters!"

"You, Qin Feng, are hereby transferred to the northern front line, the Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon, to serve as the head Chef of the Mess Squad, effective immediately!"

"You have only two choices now."

"First, obey the order and report to the front line."

Company Commander Zhou Hailong's right hand slowly rested on the holster at his waist.

"Second, disobey military orders."

"I will execute you on the spot as a deserter under wartime regulations!"

"You, choose one."

Cold killing intent enveloped the entire room.

Qin Feng had no doubt that if he said the word "No" again, the next second, Company Commander Zhou Hailong's gun muzzle would be pressed against his forehead.

He stared fixedly at Company Commander Zhou Hailong, his chest heaving violently.

After a long while.

He squeezed a few words out from between his teeth.

"I'll go."

The killing intent on Company Commander Zhou Hailong's face vanished in an instant.

He turned back into that amiable Company Commander, his face full of smiles as he patted Qin Feng's shoulder affectionately.

"That's right! Good lad, I knew you had high awareness!"

He pressed Qin Feng back into his chair and poured him another cup of hot tea.

"Don't be ungrateful, I'm protecting you!"

"Do you think the front line is a game? Bullets don't have eyes!"

"You're just a rookie, and you want to charge into battle as soon as you get there? That's not earning merit, that's suicide!"

"How safe is it in the Mess Squad?"

"You're far from the battlefield, just stir-frying vegetables and cooking meals every day. When the war is over, your name will still be written in the book of military merit with heavy ink!"

"This is a huge stroke of luck; you couldn't find this even if you searched with a lantern!"

Qin Feng held the teacup, his hand trembling.

He was about to cry.

Not from fear, but from anger.

He felt like a bull ready to charge, knocked unconscious by someone with a stick, then yoked to a plow and sent to the fields to till the land.

Frustrating!

Unprecedented frustration!

But...

Better to live a wretched life than to die.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong, you old fox, you just wait!

Qin Feng figured it out: an order is an order, and resisting it here is useless.

Moreover, this was an order he had specifically "asked for."

As the saying goes, ask for a hammer and get hit by a hammer—who can he blame?

But... he couldn't just take this lying down!

The next second!

Qin Feng raised his head, putting on a dejected, hopeless expression.

"Company Commander... I understand."

His voice was hoarse and weak.

"Since it's an order, I will obey."

"It's just... I can't get over this hurdle in my heart..."

He clutched his chest, looking as if he were in so much pain he couldn't breathe.

Seeing that there was a chance, Company Commander Zhou Hailong quickly leaned in, guiding him patiently.

"What can't you get over? Tell me, and I'll counsel you."

Qin Feng raised his head, his eye sockets turning red, and began his performance with a voice choked with sobs.

"Company Commander, you are right. The Mess Squad position is glorious and the responsibility is heavy."

"But think about it, for such an important position, you can't just let me go empty-handed, right?"

"This logistical support is related to the combat effectiveness of the entire Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon. If I don't do a good job, wouldn't I become a sinner?"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is..."

Qin Feng counted on his fingers and began his reverse brainwashing.

"First, before the troops move, the supplies must come first. I want the best ingredients."

"Every day, there must be fresh meat and fresh vegetables airlifted from the rear!"

"I do not accept any frozen goods or canned food; those things affect morale!"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong's mouth twitched.

Airlift?

Who the hell do you think you are? The Military Region Commander?

"Second!" Qin Feng didn't give him a chance to refute and continued.

"To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools. I'm not used to those big black pots and iron kitchen knives in The Military."

"I want a full set of Blade God brand kitchenware, from knives to pots, not a single piece can be missing! This is called professionalism!"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong's eye began to twitch as well.

Blade God brand kitchenware? Why don't you just go rob someone?

"Third!"

Qin Feng's voice grew more and more excited, as if he were truly racking his brains for the logistics of the entire Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon.

"I am only one person, and my ability is limited. I need two assistants! They must be people I choose personally!"

"Otherwise, if the coordination isn't good, it will affect the efficiency of meal service, and if the brothers on the front line go hungry, who will take the responsibility?"

"And one more thing!"

Qin Feng slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly.

"The most important point! As the head Chef of the Mess Squad, I must be able to grasp the movements and combat plans of The Military at any time!"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong was completely dumbfounded: "You are a Cook, why do you need combat plans? To study recipes?"

"Of course not!"

Qin Feng looked serious and spoke righteously.

"Company Commander, think about it! If The Military has a high-intensity surprise mission tomorrow, don't I need to prepare high-calorie, high-protein food in advance to ensure their physical strength?"

"If The Military needs to lie in ambush for a long time, don't I need to prepare dry rations that are easy to carry and provide lasting energy?"

"If we capture prisoners, don't I need to prepare 'interrogation meals' of different specifications based on their status and rank, and use gourmet food to break their will?"

"All of this is based on intelligence!"

"Without intelligence, I am blind! How can I carry out my work? How can I guarantee logistics? How can I live up to the organization's trust in me!"

The speech flowed like water, seamless and flawless.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong was bluffed into a daze, his mouth agape, unable to speak for a long time.

Looking at Qin Feng's face, which was filled with "loyalty" and "responsibility," he had only one thought in his mind.

Holy crap!

This kid... what kind of pipe dream is he having again?

This time, it was Company Commander Zhou Hailong's turn to feel numb!

They had been in military training for two months, so how did he not notice that this kid, Qin Feng, could talk so much?

That little mouth of his negotiating conditions was one trick after another.

Seeing him waver, Qin Feng immediately struck while the iron was hot, beginning his final psychological offensive.

With a "thud," he knelt on one knee, cupped his hands, and his voice was extremely tragic.

"Company Commander! I, Qin Feng, am not afraid of death! Nor am I greedy for comfort!"

"I just... I just want to make the greatest contribution to the country and The Military in my position!"

"As long as you can satisfy these few small requests of mine, I, Qin Feng, swear to heaven that I will definitely let the brothers of the Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon eat the best battlefield meals in the world!"

"Let them be as fierce as tigers when they go to the battlefield!"

"Please grant my wish, Company Commander!"

After saying this, he kowtowed heavily on the ground.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong was completely dumbfounded.

He felt his brain wasn't working well enough.

What the hell... who is actually making empty promises to whom?