Chapter 232: Territory
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The wind and snow gradually intensified.
The SUV had raised its windproof cloak, isolating the world inside from the wind and snow outside. Callio closed his eyes and dozed in the car while the other instructors shielded themselves from the wind and snow with transport vehicles. In the empty space behind the car, food was cooked using a fixed fuel and a military stove. The food was a mutated rat that had been caught nearby. This mutant rat was the size of a puppy, but unlike its close relative, the Violent Rat, it had a relatively mild temperament.
The hamsters were killed by the teachers, who skinned them. This layer of fur was able to protect itself from the radiation, and it contained a large amount of radiation, so it was naturally inedible. Even if it was the fat layer under the giant rat’s skin, it was still an extremely poisonous substance that could not be eaten. However, after taking out these two poisonous substances, the remaining meat was an extremely rare delicacy.
The instructors separated the huge rat from its carcass, tore strips of meat from it with sabers, and then roasted it in a hot barbecue furnace. Even in the essence, there was a small amount of fat. When the fat is heated, it melts and becomes a natural animal fat oil, making it easier for the meat strips to be cooked and cooked.
By the time the skeleton of the giant rat had been pulled up and set aside, the meat strips were almost done roasting in the oven. Although there was no seasoning, the aroma of the roasted meat still wafted in the wind and wafted into the nose of the SUV.
Callio opened his eyes, a smile flashing across his old face. He cursed in a low voice, “Damn brats, why aren’t you greeting me when there’s something good there?”
It was rare for the Chief Military Instructor who hadn’t smoked a cigar to curse and groan as he got out of the SUV. But just as he opened the door, the Tactics Board computer buzzed with a message.
Callio glanced strangely at the tactical board, and outside, the teachers had already begun to gobble up the golden, roasted meat. Smelling the aroma of the roast meat, he spat out a mouthful of saliva before reluctantly returning to his car.