Bright Sword: I Asked You to Find a Pot, So Why Did You Capture the Bunker?

Genre: Drawing Sword fanfiction, System, war, wish fulfillment, play the pig to eat the tiger After transmigrating into Drawing Sword, all I wanted was to keep my head down in the cookhouse until victory. Too bad my abilities wouldn’t let me! [Ding! Shortages detected in the troops’ supplies. Regiment Commander Li Yunlong’s mood: -50!] To make sure everyone could eat meat, I went out at night to “scavenge foreign goods” and happened to take out a Japanese pillbox, hauling back a brand-new cooking pot. Li Yunlong, overjoyed: “Good lad! From now on, you’re my precious treasure! Your job is to get me good stuff!” The monk Wei Dayong refused to accept it and insisted on sparring with me. I dropped him with one move, and from then on, he became my number-one fanboy. “Big brother! I’m convinced!” Political commissar Zhao Gang criticized my lack of discipline every day, yet I kept turning the tide for him. His face turned green, though he was slowly beginning to understand. Chu Yunfei was stunned. “You’re just a bodyguard. How are you fiercer than the military police battalion of my entire division?!” Looking at the shocked yet dependent faces of everyone in the regiment, I gave a guileless smile. Reporting to the commander, I’m really not some elite soldier. I’m just a cook!