No Beast Girls on the Western Front

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If we want the higher-ups to realize that beast girls can't always eat human food, then we need to have them serve on a large scale, and the logistics must also be changed accordingly.

However, having beast girls serve on a large scale is something Payne is unwilling to see.

As someone who lived on Earth in the 21st century in his previous life, he had no sympathy for these nobles who sent ordinary people to the battlefield in order to compete for the capital market, and he had no sense of belonging to the Dexter Empire or anything like that.

If it can be argued that all of humanity bears the banality of evil in preventing war, then the beast girls created by humans suffer a purely undeserved calamity.

But Paine was helpless. The situation in this world was very similar to that on Earth, and this great war that swept the entire world was an unavoidable historical process. It was equally unavoidable for innocent beast girls to be caught up in the war...

Payne couldn't help but think about these questions, which gave him a headache. In the end, his appetite was affected, so he had no choice but to give all the remaining meat to Lacey.

Hopefully the dog won't overeat.

Seeing Payne's gloomy face, Lacey, who was carefully licking the last bit of soup from the bottom of his lunchbox, hesitated for a moment before leaning over and saying:

"Um... Master, how about... I brush my teeth first?"

Payne was utterly astonished: "What happened to you?"

Why is my dog, who usually hates brushing her teeth, suddenly so eager to do it? Does she have a toothache, or did she cause trouble without my knowledge?

Neither of these is good news...

Lacey gave an awkward laugh. "Well... I haven't rinsed my mouth since I bit off the French soldier's neck..."

Payne blinked twice, then snatched his lunchbox back. "Why did it take you so long to remember?!"

"Waaaaah, Master hasn't remembered it either..."

Seeing that Payne was about to hit her with the lunchbox, Lacey quickly covered her head and begged for mercy.

But Payne naturally didn't knock it down. He just reached out and ruffled the dog's head. "You've already done enough by leading us out of the minefield. How could I possibly hit you?"

Lacey paused for a moment, then happily wagged her tail again and pounced to lick Payne.

Then Payne grabbed his head and held it up.

"But that doesn't conflict with the fact that you should brush your teeth first."

Seemingly reminded of her morning by the word "landmine," Ruby put down her lunchbox and sighed, "Those Frenchmen are really ruthless. They wouldn't need such a big landmine to deal with us."

Payne chimed in, "Exactly, exactly! One-tenth of the explosives would have been enough."

"Does that mean no one will be killed by the explosion?"

"That's perfect."

"...Why? Isn't the point of war to kill as many people as possible?"

Payne didn't think about it at all and continued, "Killing is not the goal, but the means. The real goal is to reduce the enemy's combat numbers as much as possible while controlling costs."

"The French made such large landmines, using so much explosives and steel, but for a loosely packed formation, at most only two or three people would be killed or injured at once."

"If it's a low-explosive mine, it might only be enough to blow off a person's leg, but it would still take at least two soldiers to get the wounded soldier back to the rear, thus achieving the same effect of reducing the number of soldiers by three."

"Moreover, soldiers killed in the bombing only receive a coffin and a one-time state compensation, while wounded soldiers require continuous use of transportation capacity, medicine, and medical resources."

“As long as he survives, the government will continue to provide subsidies until he dies, and he may have difficulty supporting himself due to his disability, which will indirectly burden his family... Why are you all staring at me like this?”

As Payne spoke, he felt increasingly uneasy about the strange looks the beast girls were giving him. Even Tomato Head, who was focused on serving food, stopped what he was doing and glanced at him with suspicion.

Chapter 74 LXXIV. The Anxious Little Squirrel

Payne blinked, finally realizing just how much of a shock these 21st-century Earth military common sense facts had brought to these alien humans (and beasts).

When he recounted this matter from a detached, purely military perspective, he was genuinely unmoved.

But once he imagined himself taking care of the missing limbs of the beast girls after the war, or the beast girls taking care of him who was missing limbs, he completely lost his composure.

He didn't know who first came up with this idea, but he knew that person's ancestral graves must have been burned down by flamethrowers.

"Um...I...I'll go deliver the message first..."

Xiao En muttered something in a voice barely above a whisper, then quietly slipped away.

Tomato Head started getting his food again as if nothing had happened. The dog head in Payne's arms had shrunk back at some point, and Grace's gaze towards him became wary and dangerous once more.

"Ruby is the best," she said with a nonchalant expression.

“Those villains are supposed to have Gu’e tattooed on their backs, but you’re different. Gu’e will get your name tattooed on his back. And it has to be a closed eye tattoo, because an open eye tattoo won’t be able to suppress it.”

Gue, the chief of evil in Yahweh, holds a position similar to Satan in Christianity.

Payne was completely unable to refute it.

Grace continued to look at him warily, then leaned close to Ruby and whispered, but her voice was just loud enough for him to hear: "Has he always been like this?"

Ruby nodded. "Yes, yes, even among humans, he is the worst kind."

Payne: "..."

That little brat Ruby, she said before that no one was allowed to say bad things about her, but now she's talking bad about me.

I hope the goodwill I've built with Grace and Xiao En won't drop.

Lacey is the best; no matter what, the dog will never dislike its owner.

Thinking this, Payne forcibly pulled Lacey into his arms and gave her a good rub, reminding her:

"Ahem, don't go around telling everyone what I just said. It would be terrible if the French heard it. Now we can only hope they realize it later..."

"You think everyone is a demon crawled out of hell like you?" Ruby scoffed dismissively.

Payne raised an eyebrow. "Oh ho, you hate me that much? If you're so tough, then don't come looking for me tonight."

"Fine, I won't look for you then. Who's afraid of who?"

……

When Tomato Head finally finished serving 150 portions of stew, Xiao En also completed her delivery mission. The four of them, one person and four beasts, once again carried more than 30 lunch boxes on their backs like camels hauling goods, and began their return journey with a clanging sound.

Because everyone (and the beasts) had thirty extra meals, the return journey was much more arduous than the journey there.

But as all the soldiers of B Company lined up at the finish line to warmly welcome him and took off their mess kits, Payne felt the weight on his body gradually lighten. A strange sense of accomplishment as a father who had raised more than a hundred children welled up inside him, and he couldn't help but feel a little giddy.

After finishing this last task, Payne felt utterly exhausted and could almost fall asleep while walking.

He was no longer able to think about anything, so he naturally forgot what he had said at the mealtime. He led the beast girls to find a hiding place, crawled inside, and fell asleep on the bed.

In his hazy state, he felt something furry snuggle into his arms. Without opening his eyes, he simply hugged it back and went back to sleep.

The distant, thunderous explosion sounded like a lullaby, and the man and his four beasts fell into a deep sleep.

……

Payne slept soundly for days. When he opened his eyes, the sun was already so bright that it shone brightly on the floor at the entrance of the bunker, and the diffused light illuminated the entire bunker like a ground lamp.

The muffled sound of cannon fire continued to rumble in the distance, seemingly without stopping all night, yet it did not affect their sleep at all.

Payne turned his head and saw that the little squirrel was indeed sleeping soundly in his arms.

This guy was really unlucky. The brancher was almost never at peace, and he was even attacked by a flamethrower near the end, almost being cremated on the spot.

Thinking this, Payne reached into the blankets and pulled out her big tail, gently stroking the blackened and hardened tip of the tail.

It's such a pity that such a round, fluffy, and glossy tail has been ruined by a single drop of burning gasoline. Not only does it have a noticeable chip, but the edges of the chip are also covered with an ugly layer of charred black.

But in any case, he and Ruby both survived unharmed, which is already a pretty good ending.

Thinking of this, even though the tail was no longer perfect, Payne still buried his face in it and took a deep breath.

Yeah, it stinks.

Moreover, this foul stench also contained a faint smell of burnt hair and burning gasoline.

Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well trim her tail.

Thinking this, Payne turned around and reached under the bed, laboriously groping for the belt he had carelessly tossed on the floor the night before, and pulled out the dagger.

He also glanced at the dog, cow, and sheep, and seeing that the three animals were sleeping peacefully in their respective beds, he couldn't help but smile. He then turned back and carefully cut off the charred and blackened parts of their tails.

Ruby was probably about to wake up by now, and even though Payne was very gentle, he still managed to wake her.

The squirrel stretched its two short arms out from under the blanket, then looked at Payne with a completely blank expression, saying nothing and doing nothing.

Seeing that she seemed to have no objection, Payne didn't stop working, and the soft rustling sound echoed in the trench.

Several minutes later, after Payne had almost cleaned away the charred marks on her tail, she suddenly seemed to realize what was happening and grabbed her tail back, exclaiming, "What are you doing!"

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Payne asked softly.

"No, no..."

Ruby said while grooming her tail, "I already told you, a squirrel's tail is very sensitive. If it really hurt, I definitely wouldn't be able to hide it. I'm really not hurt, not a scratch at all..."

Payne asked, puzzled, "Then why are you reacting so strongly?"

Ruby didn't answer; she just stroked the spot where the dagger had cut her hair, her face gradually turning anxious.

Payne had seen this kind of thing many times before. He casually ruffled Ruby's hair and said confidently:

"Okay, okay, don't worry. It was my fault for not being careful this time and burning a hole in your tail. It won't happen again. You can always trust me, okay?"

“Hmm…” Ruby nodded subconsciously at first, but then shook her head. “No… that’s not what I’m worried about…”

"what is that?"

Ruby hesitated again, looking around nervously, then burying half her face in her tail.

After a long while, she seemed to finally make up her mind, timidly raising her eyes to look at Payne, and making a muffled sound through her tail:

"You...you won't dislike me because of this...right?"

Payne: "...?"

Chapter 75 LXXV. The Sheep Is Still Timid

If the little squirrel were to directly ask, "Do you still like me?", Pine wouldn't think much of it, at most she'd be a little overly sensitive during her divergence phase.

What Payne didn't understand was what she meant by "therefore".

He hesitated whether to ask directly—mainly because he was worried that Ruby from the splitter might be unreasonable.

However, this time it was Ruby who lost her composure first and took the initiative to speak: