Praise said:

Silver saddle armor, golden iron horse, sweeping the wind and clouds, dominating the world.

Sword shadow and sword light, look back, meteors!

Heroic, heroic.

The smoke is thousands of miles, and when you take off the drape, it is natural that Tsing Yi is chic.

Smiling proudly, how many people are not afraid of hearing the voice?

Looking at Chang'an, Jiuzhou Huaxia.

Yuan Zhao is actually in a very good mood now. The overall situation of the war has basically been decided, and it is impossible for the Huns to organize a large-scale counterattack in this season.

The goals I set before the war were successfully accomplished beyond imagination. In fact, of course, this does not mean that the Huns suddenly weakened, but that the combat power of the Han soldiers became stronger. In this battle, whether it was the Han army of Yanmen Pass or the Black Eagle cavalry, they all played their best fighting level, had the courage to work tirelessly against the enemy, and their spirit was commendable.

Since leaving Chang'an, the battle has been non-stop for more than two months, and today I finally have to unload my armor. Yuan Zhao, like all the soldiers, felt very relaxed. In this case, it is still necessary to treat it well.

Although the winter night was cold, the roaring bonfires around the tent were warm to the roasters. Except for the comrades who patrolled and guarded, everyone was busy, and the joy after the victory hung on their faces, and the excitement came from the bottom of their hearts.

Gongsun Rongnu led a group of people to wash and peel the game that had been hunted around earlier, and then roasted it back and forth on the fire, and in a short time it was full of aroma and mouthwatering.

Nie Sheng came out of the tent where the supplies were stored, and he was extremely excited to be able to participate in the celebration after the Black Eagle Army's victory. While directing his subordinates to carry the several truckloads of fine wine that had just arrived, he happily lifted the mud seal, and the aroma of wine began to spread in the surrounding air, and the black and red silk wine jars were piled up, adding a lot of festive atmosphere.

Zhang Cigong led people to patrol the sentry, and Han Yan, together with several disciples of Yuan Zhao, gave him a hand on the side. After washing away the blood stains of the enemy on his hands and putting down the murder knife, the descendants of Han Wangxin, who had done these trivial chores again, felt extremely peaceful in their hearts.

Han Yan didn't know what kind of transformation had taken place in the bloody killing field. Those ambitions and bravery have now been put aside for the time being, and he is seriously following Yuan Zhao to learn the method of cream.

The young man named Park Yonglie still seemed a little silent, following the Black Eagle Army all the way here from Liaodong, and the Huns killed by the Xuandao in his hand were not a hundred but eighty. This young man is really ruthless, and his bravery when he rides a horse to rush to kill, even the first fierce general, Gongsun Rongnu, praises him.

For Yuan Zhao, Park Yongyeol couldn't tell what emotions were in his heart. He had told himself that he would never go back on what he had promised, and since he had agreed to the request of the Xuandao God Jin Yongji before he died, he didn't mind taking him under the door. Although he knew that sooner or later he would call him Master, compared to his closeness to his senior brother Cui Hong, the real boy was still more afraid of Yuan Zhao than anything else.

True ...... In fact, it no longer exists. Those 3,000 miles of mountains and rivers, when he finally left, had been placed under the rule of the Great Han. The land of the four counties all belong to the Han land. I heard that even Wang Xiancheng has changed its title and is called "Seoul".

However, compared to these things that no longer mattered, what made him feel a little annoyed now was that a guy who suddenly jumped out of nowhere and was shorter than him, said that he was the eldest disciple of Master Yuanzhao, and he wanted to be obedient in the future.

Looking at the immature look on the face of the man who wore the uniform of the Black Eagle Military Academy, Park Yongyeol couldn't help but pout, and there was a sense of injustice in his heart. Except for Yuan Zhao, he only serves Cui Hong, when will it be the turn of this guy who is thin and looks like a girl to be his boss? Hum!

However, the dissatisfaction in his heart was not spoken. Looking at the inexplicable smile on Cui Hong's face, Park Yongyeol had a thought rising in his heart, after joining Yuan Zhao's sect, he must not show weakness, if he has the opportunity, he still has to show his ability, so as not to be despised by others.

As if to see through his thoughts, Cui Hong patted him on the shoulder with his palm when he walked by, laughed a few times, but didn't say anything. Xiaoice is a little naughty, and likes to play tricks on people the most, so that the newcomer can suffer some hardships at her hands, and she can rub her heart. But then again, she wants to be the boss, and she has all the qualifications. I started at the same time as her, and now I feel a little out of reach of her.

Break the Huns with 100 horsemen, and capture the king with his own hands among the 10,000 armies! Such a thing...... Even the master himself was amazed, how could he look up to it.

The person who was secretly envied by Cui Hong in his heart was running happily around the grass at the moment. After taking off her armor and jumping off the war horse, the invincible general became Xiaoice beside her master again, and at this moment, she was extremely happy.

On the grassland, next to the bonfire, the bright moon is in the sky, and the water of the Yellow River flows not far away. Xiaoice was very busy, she listened to Yuan Zhao's orders, while milking milk next to a big cow, taking the time to look around, looking at the things that others were preparing, and taking the time to look up at the moon, the smile in her eyes was full, as if it was about to overflow.

That's right, she's milking cows. The pear-wielding spear pierced through the hands of the Wan Jun, and at this moment he was alternating left and right trying to squeeze the milk out of the cow's milk, and then filled it into small wooden barrels.

Cows naturally came from the pastures of the Huns. The occupation of the Hetao grassland not only seized this strategic place, but also reaped a rich harvest. After the Huns were driven away, everything was left behind, and dozens of pastures of different sizes were stocked with countless horses, cattle and sheep, and many of them were even impossible to count in a short period of time, and they all became trophies of the Han army.

It can be said that this is a huge batch of gains. With these steppe horses, it will be enough to equip tens of thousands of cavalry in the next few years. And those cattle and sheep have a greater use, and Yuan Zhao is ready to make good use of them. In the future, there will be a prosperous Saishang Xiongcheng here, and he has the confidence and ability.

As for now, a large number of cows can be temporarily used to improve the food of the Black Eagle Army soldiers who have made great contributions, which can be regarded as a good choice to make the best use of things.

In order to protect the needs of farming, Emperor Wenjing stipulated in the law of the Han Dynasty that it was strictly forbidden to commit suicide of large livestock, of course, this mainly refers to cattle and horses. Slaughtering a few cows in the pot just to satisfy the appetite, in the case of the lack of cultivated cattle in the Central Plains, it is naturally a matter of common anger of people and gods, but here, no one can control it.

In a dozen cauldrons, large pieces of beef rolled up and down, tongues of fire licked the edge of the pot, and the burning crackled. It's already seven or eight ripe, and it's full of aroma. Tonight's meal was so sumptuous that all the soldiers were giggling, waiting for the moment to feast. I heard that the little marquis has prepared another delicacy over there, although I don't know what it is, but the cognition of "Yuanhou shoots, it must be a boutique" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is really worth looking forward to!

For those who grew up in the Central Plains, fresh milk is of course a luxury. It was a delicacy that could only be tasted in the court or in the princely house. As for dairy products made from milk, ordinary people don't want to eat them, I'm afraid they haven't even heard of them.

Therefore, when Yuan Zhao gently rolled up his sleeves and carried out a series of operations, the people around him all widened their eyes and watched quietly with bated breath, as if they were witnessing a miracle.

Yuan Zhao's demeanor was relaxed, and when he did these things, he was in the most comfortable mood. At such a moment, there is no need to plan and calculate, and there is no need to deliberately prove anything. Wine, meat and fine food have become the best bonds of communication between people.

Looking at the frankincense milk squeezed in the small wooden barrel, Yuan Zhao pursed his lips, and secretly laughed at the Huns for guarding some good things in vain, this is the real pollution-free raw milk, the Huns will only use it to make cream tea, fishy, astringent and unpalatable, and they don't know how to work around at all. It seems that the reason why they are called barbarians is not for nothing.

The best fresh milk is left in wooden barrels, and after about an hour or so, you can see a layer of milky flowers clustering on the surface, like a thin and irregularly shaped crispy skin, which is the unprocessed cream.

As far as Yuan Zhao knows, there are no less than a hundred ways to make delicious food processed with cream, so let's use the materials at hand today to try your skills, and let these Black Eagle warriors who follow him to fight east and west try it.

Since there are so many cream resources, there is no need to be stingy, just use it brightly! If these Black Eagle soldiers knew that they were about to eat the delicious food made with the cream that Xiao Hou had just invented, and it would soon be sold for a dumbfounded price, would they be very reminiscent of what they ate tonight?

Whipped cream is collected and added with an appropriate amount of sake, and it is steamed cheese with sugar. Add a little acid and coagulate into a lump, and it's a quiche. Stir in some bean flour, filter out the moisture, and when it cools, it becomes white and creamy tofu...... More than a dozen kinds of delicacies that everyone has never seen before have slowly appeared in front of them.

Yuan Zhao finally made another drink, mixed the fresh cream with jasmine tea, poured into the cup, only to see the jade liquid bead glue, snow and frosty, blowing like an orchid, refreshing people's hearts, since it is natural and supreme, not to mention drinking, as long as you put it on the tip of your nose and smell it deeply, you will know that it is 10,000 times better than those milk tea on the grassland!

Looking at these things that were full of color, fragrance and fragrance in front of them, from Gongsun Rongnu to these fighting men who were used to holding swords, rubbed their big hands, and some did not dare to touch such a delicate object. I'm afraid these things made by the little marquis can't be eaten at the palace banquet, right?

In the reverent gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Hou Yuanzhao, who was dressed in green clothes and black hair, clapped his hands and was done. He turned around and looked at everyone with a smile.

"That's it! Now you can try it...... The craftsmanship of this marquis. Hehe!

(End of chapter)

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