"Malebi, the title of the indigenous king is indeed well-deserved."
Some people joke that as for the mind, five flavors are mixed.
Soon, the rich aroma of meat floated over the camp.
Ordinary soldiers are not as thoughtful as the generals. They just think that the food provided by the Frankfort army is terrible, and the chef is even more terrible, a hobbit and a halfling.
The whole continent knows that this little race would rather die than eat, eight meals a day, plus a midnight snack.
Such a race that loves to eat has naturally developed exquisite cooking skills. The food they cook can really make people want to swallow their tongues.
Without a hobbit chef, the great nobles would be embarrassed to hold banquets.
The horn sounded, and the soldiers stood up in an orderly manner, lined up, first received a stainless steel dinner plate and a spoon, and then moved along the cauldrons lined up in a row.
There are three rows, thirty kinds of dishes, five kinds of soups, three kinds of staple foods, and six kinds of pastries. Soldiers can choose according to their own tastes.
At the end of the long queue, there are several large barrels with bronze water pipes flowing with sweet juice. A glass of it after a meal is simply soothing and nourishing for the lungs.
"this!"
The soldiers moved forward while choosing. There was no fighting or pushing. Even the thug-like ogres now became law-abiding citizens.
Gudu! Gudu!
The sound of swallowing almost became the main theme in the camp. The soldiers watching saw that the chefs in charge of preparing meals were not like ours at all. They casually took a spoonful of food, said all kinds of good things, and gave them smiles.
A little more talent.
These are scooped out with a spoon, and the portions are generous. The braised pork is poured directly on top of the rice, dyeing the crystal white rice red. It is really appetizing.
"No, it's too much meat."
Some soldiers frowned and signaled that the chef was lacking a little, and some simply ignored the meat and only ate vegetables.
"Hey, man, why don't you eat meat?"
Some familiar soldiers joined in the fun with smiling faces.
"I like vegetables."
The ogre took big mouthfuls of rice and muttered something vaguely.
"You like a hammer!"
The soldiers wanted to spit on this guy's face. Who didn't know that the hilly natives were poorer than the orcs. The rubber shoes and belts taken from the adventurers would be cooked and eaten as delicacies. Now you tell me that you like to eat vegetables.
?
The soldiers looked around and found that only a few people were eating meat. Before they could understand the reason, they heard the chef yelling.
"What are you doing? If you continue to be picky about food, I will cook all the vegetables for you tomorrow."
The chef banged the spoon loudly.
"Okay, we're tired of eating those fatty meats. Let's make vegetables. Don't put too much oil. It's too greasy and we don't want to eat them."
The ogres smiled and nodded.
"I am Dipolo!"
The soldiers all raised their middle fingers in their hearts. How good must this food be to eat both the natives and the orcs to the point where they lose their appetite at the sight of meat?
"Malpa, is the military camp in Frankfurt a paradise?"
The soldiers were filled with envy and jealousy. They discovered that, aside from juice and pastries, there was also fruit after the meal, but not many people ate it.
Some generals discovered that the soldiers in Delankfurt could choose what to eat, but no matter what they picked, they had to eat it and wipe it clean. Even if there was a grain of rice on the plate, they would be punished under military law.
After eating, the dishes are put into the storage bucket. They can go and clean it up. The free servant army will transport the bucket away and send it for cleaning.
"You're not here to be a soldier, you're just here to be an uncle!"
The soldiers felt very unbalanced, especially when they saw that the natives they used to despise now looked at them with the eyes of country bumpkins, and they felt angry. But thinking about it, none of them had ever seen the world.
"Hey man, what is that?"
A soldier talks to a savage.
"This? Canned!"
The barbarian tossed the can he was about to stuff into his backpack up and down, then suddenly rolled his eyes and laughed.
"what is that?"
The soldiers looked at each other.
"The marching rations are so delicious."
The barbarian introduced it, snapped it with his fingers, hooked the tab, and pulled it off. A strong fragrance immediately wafted around the place.
The soldiers were intoxicated and took a deep breath.
The barbarian pulled out the saber from the dagger holster, inserted it into the can, cut a piece, and handed it to a soldier who was obviously a centurion leader, "Try it!"
"Then I won't be polite."
The centurion threw the piece of meat into his mouth, and a delicious taste immediately melted on his taste buds, so delicious that he narrowed his eyes.
Gudu!
Seeing the officer's expression, the soldiers stared at him and swallowed subconsciously.
"One more piece!"
The Centurion urged.
"hey-hey!"
The barbarian smiled, stretched out his index finger, and shook it. Others thought he was rejecting it, but Bairen Chang's eyes lit up and he shook his head.
"It's too expensive, ten copper coins at most!"
"Why don't you die? The cost of this thing is fifty silver coins." The barbarian rolled his eyes, "The key is that you can't buy it yet. This is our specialty in Delankfurt, and we use the best quality."
The dragon hill venison is boiled, and one gold coin cannot be less."
"Then fifty!"
The centurion finally bargained and bought a can of cans for sixty-five coins.
"anything else?"
The barbarian was holding the coins and talking to the centurion.
"Wait a minute, I'll go find our Thousand People Chief."
The centurion gave you a "wait a moment" look and hurriedly left.
Soon, the barbarians called all their familiar comrades over to sell canned goods. Qianren Chang, who had tasted the delicious food, did not bargain at all. He had no choice but to be afraid of being beaten to the fore.
"Hey, do you sell the dagger?"
Centurion looks like a barbarian saber.
The barbarian pointed his middle finger and yelled, "Do you want to kill me? Cans are supplies, eating them or throwing them away are excuses, but sabers are not good, and this thing is worth five hundred gold coins, can you afford it?"
"you……"
After all, the Centurion was born into a noble family. Now being questioned by a barbarian as a poor man, he was absolutely furious. However, if he thought about it carefully, his entire life's worth of clothing only amounted to more than a thousand gold coins.
“Continue to cooperate next time.”
Both parties waved goodbye with smiles on their faces, turned around, and showed disdain.
"A bunch of bastards. They're just cans made of starch, minced meat, and salt. They're actually willing to spend dozens of silver coins to buy them? They're so stupid."
The barbarians laughed and cursed.
"I've made a lot of money, I've made a lot of money, and if I sell it, those aristocratic young men will definitely be willing to pay a few gold coins."
The soldiers are not stupid either. Those aristocratic officers are not short of money. In order to have a taste, it doesn't matter how much money they spend. As for themselves, they are determined not to part with it.
"But whoever tells me that barbarians are stupid and brainless in the future, I will knock out their teeth."
Chief Qianren believes that as long as barbarians live an excessive life as humans for a period of time, they will definitely become slick.
Many people saw the business opportunities, especially those aristocratic officers who had some background and did not have to worry about military punishment. They came directly to the door. As a result, in this kind of private business, everyone's relationship became rare and harmonious. This was Arnold's fault.
An unexpected line.
The senior officials were not so leisurely. They had been holding strategic meetings for several days, which gave me a headache, but they still had no confidence.
"Reinforcements are necessary, otherwise the expeditionary force will collapse. If the demon army rushes over, we will be finished too."
The person who spoke was the general of Xueman Kingdom. Because of Rosiki's status as a prince, he naturally wanted to help.
"Then come on you Xueman people!"
There are also many people who protect themselves wisely.
"Everyone, don't make any noise. Stay calm and don't be impatient. It's the end of hell on the other side. If you don't act cautiously, the whole army will be destroyed."
The centrists are also stirring up trouble.
Because of the relationship between Downton and Xueman, the nominal highest commander is now the commander-in-chief of Xueman, but no one listens to him.
Outside the door, Downton was walking in a hurry. Behind him was a group of sword tower ogre royal guards.
"Who are you? An important meeting is being held inside, and no one else is allowed in."
As soon as the military police guard guarding the door finished speaking, a Blade Tower guard jumped out from behind Downton and punched him in the face.
boom!
The gendarme bumped his head against the wall and fainted.
"Don't do it! It's His Majesty Downton!"
Just as the military policemen were about to draw their swords and shout for help, the captain stopped them with sweat on their brows. In one sentence, all the military policemen were sweating like rain, and they knelt on the ground.
"Get away!"
The guard shouted and cursed.
The military police obediently crawled to the side.
boom!
The door was kicked open, and the generals in the room sat up in shock.
"Asshole, don't you know if we can have another meeting?"
A general slapped the table hard and cursed loudly.
"Don...Your Majesty!"
A general recognized Downton and quickly stood up to salute. As a result, his knee hit the table because of his haste. The pain made his face twitch, but he didn't dare to scream or rub it. He held on and put on a pose.
The most perfect military posture.
Wow! Wow!
The chairs were noisy, and no one dared to sit in their original position. They all saluted, and their movements were frighteningly meticulous.
"me……"
The general slapped the table, said "I" twice, knelt down directly on the ground, raised his hand and gave himself a loud and clear slap in the face.
Commander Xueman wisely gave up his position.
Downton did his part, sat on it with a golden sword, and then looked at these people without saying a word.
The silence in the room was enough to make people suffocating. Seeing that Downton had not forgiven him, the unfortunate man became so cruel that he began to slap himself repeatedly.
This is Downton who defeated Heinrich. He is the most eye-catching man in the whole continent. His reputation is soaring. Not to mention himself, even his own king has to smile when he comes.
"Everyone, the discussion just now was very lively. Is there any result?"
Downton asked.
No one answered.
"Who can tell me the situation on the front line?"
Downton inspected the whole place.
Still no one answered.
"You tell me!"
Downton clicked one casually.
"The beating... the beating was brutal!"
The general wiped the sweat from his forehead and sucked his belly hard, but his belly was still so erect that it was about to burst open.
Downton waved his hand impatiently.
Two royal guards immediately rushed up, grabbed his arm, and dragged him out. (To be continued.)
