Jason sat down by the fire, rubbing the rain from his hair with his hand, then took off his boots and poured out the water inside.

“Are you hungry?”Jason asked the others by the fire, and it would remind him that everyone had not eaten since they left.

“I just had coffee and I’m not very hungry,” Hill said.When she had finished, there was a “purp” sound in her stomach.

"I know," said Jason, looking at Hill, with his red face, "Tom, they're not back yet, so let's eat some dry food first."

Jason’s ass stood up before it was hot, and he greeted a few soldiers and asked them to go with them to get military field rations.

A few paper boxes were moved, and a soldier neatly opened the box's packaging and took out bags and bags of food from it.

These about 30cm long, 20cm wide bags are filled with military rations brought out of the base, the bag is printed with some words, "MRE" three capital letters are prominently placed in the middle.

Coffee-colored bags look like chocolate packaging, which makes everyone's appetite significantly improved.

"Come and take it," Jason told the crowd in the audience, "the rations have a variety of flavors, you can choose according to your own preferences, of course, the number of each taste is limited, first come first served."

“But they all have to line up,” Jason continued, “and come to Sergeant Stephen in the order of the queue.”

“Chili fried beans, Mexican chicken rolls, broth beef aping ninjumps, and Asian beef filaments,” Stephen continued, exclaiming, “pick your favorite flavor.”

"Shall we wait for Tom?"A soldier asked.

"The hungry can eat first, and everyone is wet with rain on the way here, and the body needs to replenish their energy," Jason said. "Tom, they don't know when they'll be back, and if they catch the crocodiles, they'll eat it."

They began to line up, one by one, to pick up food in front of Stephen, and Stephen sent the corresponding rations to their hands according to each of them's tastes.

“Isn’t that what we eat every day at the base?”Kevin held up the food in his hand, "I remember in the base but with a pot to heat and fry them, there is no tools here, how do we eat?" 」

“I’ll show it to everyone,” Jason pulled out a ration from Stephen’s side of the box, and pulled the bag along the sealing line at the top of the bag and pulled it out one by one on the ground in front of him.

Others watched Jason pull out a dozen things of different sizes from coffee-colored bags like magic, some wrapped in cartons or in plastic bags.

"I'm taking this from Asian beef ration," said Jason. "The rations of the other flavors are the same as this, and you pay attention to the green-packed thing I have in my hand, it's very important, and without it you'll have to eat cold and hard dry food."

“Major, what is this?”Someone from the crowd next to me was asked.

"It's a heating bag, and a lot of food needs to be used for it."Jason picked up the things in front of them one by one to introduce them in detail: "This is fruit fudge, no heating, can be eaten directly, generally as a snack before or after a meal; this is coffee, and it is the sugar; and this spoon is our only tableware, and we need to use it when we eat; next to these two rectangular packaging of peanut butter and jam, we can eat wheat bread when we can apply them, so that the bread tastes better;

"Well, here's the most important part of the rations, the rice," Jason said, holding up two flat rectangular cartons, "and this is Asian beef filaments in it, and the other is fried rice, and we need to heat them, and you look at my steps."

Everyone's attention was focused on Jason's hand, and he picked up the outermost bag, put the heating bag in, then poured some water into it, and then sealed the mouth of the bag, leaving only a gap.

The bag in Jason’s hand slowly bulged, and from the gap left he began to pry out white steam.Jason took the fried rice and beef silk out of the carton and threw it into the coffee-colored bag, and then lost the hot drinking bag and the cocoa hot drink.He then pinch the whole bag together and waits for the food inside to be fully heated.

After a few minutes, Jason poured out the hot water from the coffee-colored bag and took out the heated things.

“We tore open the bags of coffee and sugar and pour them into the hot drinking bag, and the water in this transparent drinking bag has just been heated to boiling in the big bag, so be careful not to be burned.”Jason poured the coffee and white sugar in, then sealed the hot water bag, and then put it aside, "the coffee is ready, and we can drink it at any time."

“The rice and the meat were also heated,” Jason pulled out the two bags, carefully unpacked them, and then poured them all over the plate that had been taken out of the box, stirred together the two bags, and then picked a spoonful of spoons into his mouth.

"Wow," someone in the crowd exclaimed, "it's amazing."

“I don’t have to teach you to put jam on bread,” Jason said with a smile as he enjoyed the food in his hand.

“It’s time to eat,” the man who had been given the rations returned to his place and began to heat them as Jason took.

"It should taste a little worse than it would be in the base," Jason told Hill. "There's no kitchen utensils here, and we can't cook them better."

Hill smiled, carefully unpacking the rations she had just received, and she took out the things inside and learned to put them in front of herself in the way of Jason.

"I'll help you," said Jason, passing the bread in his hand. "You eat the wheat bread, which has been coated with jam, and I see you're hungry."

“Thank you,” Hill picked up the bread and began to eat it.

“What’s the same thing between us,” Jason said with a smile, and began to help Hill heat the rice.

Hill looked around and found no one on this side, and she quietly responded to Jason with a sweet smile.

Kim’s hands-on ability was strong, and she had been watching Jason’s operation carefully, and now she was concentrating on getting her own food.

“Wow,” came a yell, and it turned out that a safety officer on the crew had burned his finger.He quickly put the hot finger in his mouth and began to suck up, hoping to relieve the pain.

Jason smiled and shook his head, stirred the heated rice evenly, and handed it to Hill.

“You eat too, dear.”Hill licked the jam on his finger and took the rice that Jason had handed over. "The heating bag was amazing, and I saw you add some water to it, and then it generated heat on its own, and it warmed the rice and cocoa."

“Secrets are focused on the thin, soft block of poker in the heated bag,” Jason said of which stalled and sold a lock.

“What is that, so magical?”Hill, like a curious baby, with beautiful big eyes kept blinking.

“This thing in the heating bag is made from a mixture of magnesium powder, salt and a small amount of iron powder.”Jason told Hilko, "The principle of heating the package is actually very simple, I bet in the high school curriculum has taught, metal oxidation will produce heat, especially magnesium oxidation is very fast."

"I see," said Hill, "how did you think of this?"

“Just tell our suppliers about our needs and pay them enough money,” Jason laughs.

“Can they get rid of the dead?”Hill raised his doubts.

"If the money is in place, it should be okay," Jason said. "But no one in the world can afford it right now."

"Well, at the end of the day, it's still not possible," Hill put the spoon in his mouth, and the bulging, looked very cute.

There were several shadows in the rain curtain, and some people in the audience area looked over there.

"Tom is back," someone saw the man's face.

Some of the soldiers stood up and met them.

Tom had a dead crocodile in his hand, and he dragged the prey into the audience area and threw it on the ground.The soldiers who followed them were divided into two groups, each carrying a crocodile and came in.

"Wow, guys, it's a great job," Stephen said excitedly, looking at the big guy they brought back. "Come and see these huge guys."

The bodies of the four crocodiles are lined up on the ground, and the longest of their bodies is 6.5 feet (about 2 meters).There were obvious bullet holes in the crocodile's back, and blood kept coming out of it.

"These are not the big guys," said Tom, wiping the rain on his head and panting himself. "The big guy we killed was almost fifteen feet long, but unfortunately none of us could move it."

"We're all brought back, moving," Thompson said excitedly, with mud all over his body. "I've got all the bullets on these guys."

"I have to say, the Cowboys are doing very well," Tom said with a laugh, his hand patting Thompson's shoulder. "You have the potential to be a professional soldier."

“You all ate food rations, and there’s still a place in your stomach to pack crocodile meat?”Brandon looked at the food bags that had been discarded on the ground and said with some helplessness.

"You came back a little late, so I asked them to eat something first to regain their strength, so as not to become ill with cold and hungry body immunity."Jason said this, and he looked toward Sigourney again, and asked her, “Did the lady of the crew have eaten?”

“She drank a little hot cocoa, and the rice didn’t swallow,” Sigourney said. “The situation is still not getting better, and the quick-ice cold bag is already half of it.”

"Well, you'll continue to watch, and here's the ice pack, and here's the ice pack, though for Ms. Jennifer," Jason told Sigourney. "I hope she recovers as soon as possible, or we won't be able to take better care of her on the trip."