Imperial Marine Corps long-distance forced reconnaissance exercise ~Tulips came from across the river~

The riverside of a river crossing training area covered in a dense forest of deep green. The members of the 6th LARP (Long Range Reconnaissance) Detachment of the Imperial Marines take off their wet boots, soaked in mud and sweat. Damn, I got blisters on my feet again. ...... I haven't bathed in five days. ...... All of them look like the gangsters in a war movie. But at the center of it all is a man with more presence than anyone else, even though he doesn't talk much - Corporal Murakami. To be precise, he is a marine sergeant and a veteran soldier who leads his squad as a senior corporal. He has an unlit cigarette in his mouth, an old scar on his left cheek, and sleepy, sharp eyes floating in the shadows of the jungle. ...... hmm?” The familiar sound of an engine echoed from downriver. Hey, ......, someone's blasting down the river and coming this way?” Everyone covered in mud turned around. The next thing they saw was a girl in a white summer dress, a big hat, and a blonde ponytail. Her face was somehow familiar. She was in the middle of training, but I took the jeep out for my own personal use. Ensign Angela Bronto. She is currently in “personal use mode. The muddy marines are speechless at the sight of her outfit, which is apparently out of place on a training ground. I've been scolded by the sergeant~. He told me not to disgrace the Army to the Marines ......, so I made a lunch for him to apologize! Please eat it!” Saying this, she lifted a huge pile of anodized aluminum lunch boxes from the back of the truck. When she opened it, it was stuffed full of “tulip fried chicken,” which had been fried to a lovely appearance. “Oh ...... thanks, but ...... why ...... here?” It was Corporal Murakami who asked the question that no one else could have answered. We tracked them,” he said, ”by jeep. I've already memorized the behavior patterns of the LARP unit. (Seriously, ......, were we being tracked? ......)” Murakami had a cigarette in his mouth and a lunch box in his hand, his mouth gaping open. The figure is that of a mercenary in a Vietnam movie, but in the bento box in his hand, fried chicken was blooming daintily like a tulip. He was holding a lunch box in his hand with fried chicken daintily blooming like a tulip. You're an idiot, you know that? It's too real to be a dream. Angela was not bothered by their reactions. Then, good luck,” she smiled and drove off in the jeep. and she drove the jeep down the river in the opposite direction. After Angela blasted off down the river, everyone fell silent. A huge anodized aluminum lunch box was left in her hands, and fried chicken cutely fried in a tulip shape. The Imperial Marines, covered in mud, sweat, and river water, stared at their lunch boxes with open mouths. Finally, the one who opened his mouth was a young soldier - Captain Fujimi. He said, “...... sister, are you being pushed around again ......?” Sis?” Corporal Murakami lifted the cigarette he was holding in h