87: Chapter 87 Bah! Your food is poisonous; even pigs wouldn't eat it!

Qin Feng felt incredibly awkward.

On his first day on the battlefield, he was about to be executed on the spot by his Platoon Leader just for cooking bad food.

This way of dying was just too pathetic.

However, Platoon Leader Long Zhan's reaction once again exceeded his expectations.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan picked up the large iron ladle nearby, stirred it around in the pot of indescribable mush, and even leaned in to sniff the strange odor.

Far from getting angry, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, not bad."

"The heat is just right, and the taste is correct."

"It's mushy, but it fills the belly."

Qin Feng was completely bewildered.

This world was too crazy; it was like a mouse acting as a bridesmaid for a cat.

This pot of pig slop, the heat is just right? The taste is correct?

Had your sense of taste been shattered by artillery shells in the previous battles?

Platoon Leader Long Zhan seemed to notice the blank look on Qin Feng's face; he grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow, smoke-stained teeth.

"Kid, what are you thinking about?"

He used the ladle to point at that pot of stuff, then pointed outside the dugout.

"This stuff isn't for our brothers to eat."

"This is for the prisoners to eat—a last meal before the execution."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's gaze instantly turned cold.

"We caught a few daredevils from Yang Country. Their bones are quite hard, and their mouths are sealed tight."

"They act like heroes, one by one, shouting about sacrificing themselves for their country and dying for a worthy cause."

"Fine, we'll grant their wish."

"But before they die, we have to let them see exactly what kind of trash they are in the eyes of their Bear Country masters."

"This meal is their last supper."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan threw the ladle into the pot, making a harsh clanging sound.

"Eat their fill, so they can hit the road."

Boom!

At that moment, Qin Feng's mind suddenly cleared.

He understood everything!

So that was it!

This wasn't food at all; it was a damn psychological attack!

To make those self-proclaimed heroes from Yang Country eat a meal that even pigs wouldn't touch before they died.

Using the most direct and humiliating way to tell them:

"Your lives are only worth this pot of pig slop."

"Your so-called 'sacrifice for the country' is nothing but a joke in the eyes of your masters."

This trick could destroy a person's will more effectively than any torture.

Brilliant!

Truly brilliant!

In this Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon, from the Platoon Leader down to the privates, everyone was a talent, and they all spoke so well.

I absolutely love it here!

"What are you still standing there for?"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan patted Qin Feng on the shoulder.

"Go, take this 'feast' over to our 'heroes'."

"Let them enjoy it properly."

"Yes! Platoon Leader!"

Qin Feng stood at attention and saluted, his voice loud and full of vigor.

"Right! What's your name?"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan thought for a long time, then forgot again.

"Qin Feng! Formerly of the Southern Theater Command..."

Before Qin Feng could finish, Platoon Leader Long Zhan interrupted him with a cocky attitude.

"Stop, stop, stop! Qin Feng, right? I don't care where you were before."

"Now that you're here, you're one of our Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon members. Understand?"

"Report to Platoon Leader! Understood!"

Qin Feng said with great momentum.

"Do a good job."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan nodded, his large hand patting Qin Feng's shoulder, his sharp gaze fixed on the pitch-black pot behind him.

"Make lunch taste better. By the way, that big pot of yours..."

"No! Platoon Leader, that pot..."

Qin Feng just wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Platoon Leader Long Zhan once again.

"That's an order. Just do your cooking well."

"Yes!" Qin Feng felt numb.

Why was everyone so obsessed with that pot!

Forget it!

The most important thing right now was to serve the prisoners their last meal!

He liked this mission.

Being a Chef could also kill people.

military merit!

It was all military merit!

...

Outside the dugout was a makeshift prison enclosed by barbed wire and sandbags.

Rather than a prison, it was more like an open-air pit.

In the pit, five or six men wearing tattered Yang Country military uniforms sat or lay down, looking listless, yet their eyes revealed a beast-like ferocity.

They were the "tongues" Platoon Leader Long Zhan had mentioned.

Qin Feng followed behind Platoon Leader Long Zhan, dragging the large pot with one hand, while his other hand subconsciously pressed against the worn kitchen knife at his waist.

The handle was smooth and felt excellent in his hand.

In his past life, he had killed countless people and achieved great military merit.

But in this life, using food to attack someone's heart was a first.

It was novel, exciting, and even made him feel inexplicably thrilled.

He looked at those unlucky guys in the pit, and a green light unconsciously shone in his eyes.

These weren't prisoners of war.

These were clearly walking medals of military merit!

If Platoon Leader Long Zhan weren't there, his kitchen knife at his waist would probably have already been unable to resist drawing blood.

"Give them something to eat, treat them well."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan stopped, without looking back, his voice indifferent, as if he were talking about the most mundane matter.

"Yes! Platoon Leader!"

Qin Feng replied loudly and walked over, carrying the pot.

The prisoners of war in the pit smelled the food, struggled to lift their heads, and a glimmer of desire for survival flashed in their murky eyes.

Qin Feng didn't hesitate; he picked up the large iron ladle and served each of them a large bowl.

That dark brown mush was steaming hot, and the smell went straight to the top of their heads.

The desire on the prisoners' faces instantly froze.

They frowned and looked at each other, seemingly communicating with their eyes: what on earth was this stuff?

One of the bearded men, who looked like the leader, was too hungry to bear it anymore; he picked up the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and then shoveled a mouthful into his mouth.

The next second.

"Pfft—"

He violently spat everything out of his mouth, his face turning the color of a pig's liver, and he collapsed on the ground, retching frantically, as if he wanted to vomit out his internal organs.

The remaining prisoners saw this and their expressions changed drastically.

"Gibberish! @#￥%..."

"#￥%&... Gibberish!"

Instantly, the entire prison exploded in chaos.

The prisoners pointed at Qin Feng, pointed at the bowls of pig slop on the ground, and spewed insults while spitting everywhere, their emotions reaching an extreme level of agitation.

Especially that bearded man, his eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at Qin Feng, his gaze wishing he could eat him alive.

Qin Feng couldn't understand, but he was very curious.

No! It could be said that he was itching to know.

He knew this group of prisoners definitely wasn't saying anything nice, but he still hoped he could know what they were blabbering about.

"Heh."

A soft chuckle came from the side.

Qin Feng turned his head and saw that Chen Mo had followed them over at some point and was leaning against a sandbag nearby,

watching this scene with great interest, a smile on his lips that showed he loved watching the chaos unfold.

"What are they saying?" Qin Feng asked.

"Nothing much."

Chen Mo took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth without lighting it.

"Just some local specialties, greeting your whole family."

He paused, seemingly feeling that this wasn't explosive enough, and added:

"Oh, right, they also said that the stuff you made is poisonous, even pigs wouldn't eat it, and that you are abusing prisoners of war, violating international conventions."

"That bearded guy who threw up also said that you're just a coward hiding in the back, and if you have the guts, stop playing these dirty tricks and fight him one-on-one with real weapons!"

Chen Mo spoke nonchalantly, but every word was like a needle, precisely pricking Qin Feng's nerves.

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.