In the end, Qin Chuan thought of a way.

When it comes to handling food, I am afraid that no one in the world is more expert than the Chinese.

The first thing Qin Chuan thought of was "calling Huazi Chicken", but there is only sand in the desert, although you can also find a little soil, but these soils are not sticky, and they will fall off as soon as they are pasted, and they can't be made into the effect of "Huazi Chicken" at all.

When I was worried, I saw a few empty oil drums not far away...... These oil drums were originally used to hold gasoline, but because the desert troops needed a lot of water, they were also used to hold water, and when they were used up, the empty barrels would be thrown into the camp.

Qin Chuan handed the chicken to the baker and said, "You are responsible for cleaning up the chickens, and I am responsible for cooking them, how about it?" ”

"No problem!" The baker agreed without thinking about it, after all, it is difficult to cook the chicken.

When the baker and others were busy killing chickens and removing their feathers, Qin Chuan went to the sapper to borrow an axe...... This is not a difficult thing for Qin Chuan, because at this time, he can also be regarded as a celebrity in the army, not to mention what merits he has made, even colonels and even generals often look for Qin Chuan by name, where do ordinary soldiers or officers dare not give Qin Chuan a little face.

Qin Chuan shouted at a sapper: "Hey, sergeant, I need an axe, do you have it?" ”

"No, I don't, Sergeant!" When the engineer sergeant saw that it was Qin Chuan, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a little awe: "But I can find one for you!" ”

Soon, the engineer sergeant really found an axe and sent it to Qin Chuan.

"If you need help!" The engineer sergeant said: "I am honored to serve you!" ”

"No, Sergeant!" Qin Chuan politely declined: "I can do it myself, thank you!" ”

It is normal for the army in this era to have a hierarchical relationship or engage in some specialization, and soldiers also respect those who have made special contributions, so Qin Chuan can completely hand over these things to the engineers.

Qin Chuan chose to refuse, on the one hand, because it was indeed a trivial matter, and on the other hand, because he didn't like the feeling of being praised by others...... This is not to say that "everyone is equal", but if you have a sense of superiority in your own army or feel that you are superior, it is easy to bring this feeling to the battlefield to face the enemy.

And the enemy doesn't care so much, they don't know what credit you have made or how powerful you are, everyone is the same under their crosshairs, a life that is going to die at the mouth of their guns.

That's what the British actually did...... They thought they were superior and did not take other colonial armies or even the enemy seriously, so they took it for granted that they relaxed their training and military discipline, and when they started fighting, they realized that they were actually nothing.

After returning to the camp, Qin Chuan picked up a discarded oil drum and cut it off with a few "bangs" at a third of the position.

"What are you doing?" Werner asked: "Are you making a pot?" ”

"It's really like a pot!" The baker looked at the bottom of the slashed oil drum and exclaimed, "Pretty good idea!" ”

"No, it's not a pot!" Qin Chuan replied: "In fact, this is an oven!" ”

"Oven? I can't tell it's an oven! "Werner didn't understand, and neither did the soldiers.

"Wait and see!" Qin Chuan said, and then said to Keller, "Can you find some branches?" ”

"When, when......" Keller moved quickly, and before he finished speaking, everyone had already walked away.

After a while, the chicken was disposed of, and the branches were delivered, Qin Chuan took a few straighter branches, about thirty centimeters long, sharpened the two ends with military thorns, stuck one end of the chicken and the other end on the ground, and then buckled the cut oil drum upside down.

"Look!" Qin Chuan spread his hands and said, "Oven!" ”

"Perfect!" The bakers and soldiers came to their senses, and after a thumbs up, they started a fire next to the oil drums.

Seeing this, the other soldiers followed suit, and piles of cooking smoke soon rose from the second company's station.

It was almost half an hour or so, and when Qin Chuan turned over the oil drum, the soldiers couldn't help but let out a "wow", the chickens with their heads forked on the branches had become browned, and the roasted oil was shining in the sunlight, and it was steaming and emitting a tempting fragrance......

The baker couldn't wait, and he didn't care whether it was hot or not, so he grabbed one of the branches and put it to his mouth and blew it, and then couldn't wait to take a bite.

"How's it taste?" Werner couldn't wait to ask.

"Yay!" The baker nodded as if pounding garlic as he ate, and replied vaguely, "God, how did I not know this before...... It even has the unique scent of a twig! That's great! ”

Qin Chuan took one and tasted it, it was not bad, it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, it would be more perfect if there was some more sauce, but it would be served in the desert.

But the German soldiers didn't think that this was a "general", and they disposed of their share of the two, not even letting go of a little bit of meat on the bones.

Naturally, the soldiers of the other units were attracted by the scent, and they tried to exchange cigarettes with the soldiers who ate slowly, but were unsurprisingly refused.

"Don't be stupid!" The soldiers said: "Cigarettes have a chance to be earned, but this thing ...... No one can guarantee that they will have a chance to eat after the battle! ”

Yes, especially since it's still a desert, and it's not easy to get a chicken.

"Great!" After eating, Werner burped and said: "I can't believe I didn't do it last time!" ”

"There was only one chicken last time, Werner!" The baker replied, "If we do, we'll only get a small piece of chicken instead of a bowl of chicken soup each!" ”

"You're right!" Werner replied: "But a small piece of a delicious meal like this is enough!" ”

"No, never enough!" Yakop objected: "If you think it's enough, why don't you leave your share to me?" ”

The soldiers burst out laughing.

What the soldiers didn't notice was that General Stryk was watching the soldiers through the window of the command car with a telescope and the way they gobbled up, and at last he couldn't help it, so he said to the orderlies: "Do what they do, get me one, and don't let anyone else know!" ”

"Yes, General!" The orderly almost couldn't help but laugh, he couldn't imagine that a general commanding an entire armored division would be conquered by a chicken.

"What?" Stryk asked, looking at the orderly with a strange expression.

"No, nothing, General!" The orderly hurriedly replied.

"Then go!"

"Yes, General!"

The orderly couldn't help but laugh out loud after he stepped out of the command car.

From the command car came the scolding of General Stryk: "I heard it! ”

"I'm sorry, General!" The orderly hurriedly ran away.