In the early stage before the war intensified, both the Norman Alliance and the St. Orlando Empire treated the enemy's surrendered personnel more favorably, generally did not let the other side do more strenuous labor, provided decent services and supplies, and even some high-ranking officers were able to go in and out of the local enemy command post to talk happily about the weather and trivial matters with the other party, or complain together about unreliable rear bureaucrats and unfortunate superiors who offended people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But as the war became more and more intense, the ministers around His Majesty the Emperor of the Norman Alliance became radical and concealed the facts, coupled with the inducement and interference of the gods in various senses, which directly led to the miserable fate of the prisoners of war, from three hours of low physical labor a day to endless twelve hours of heavy physical work in shifts, the sick and unlucky ones thrown into the swamp or sacrificed to the evil gods, and even more unlucky if they were in the war zone, and they had to produce all kinds of ammunition if they were alive. If you don't have the strength, you can go to the front line with a spear, and even if you die, you have to make a biochemical bomb to disgust others, which is really desolate. When you work hard until you rest, you can get less than 100 grams of coarse grain bread made from unknown materials, only two meals a day, and you can only use it once every four days, and the bathroom time cannot exceed five minutes, and you can go directly to the factory to work after the overtime! It is by virtue of this reign of terror that the Norman alliance broke out 200 times the productivity before the war, and it is better not to mention the number of deaths.

Lorraine got some information from the other party's mind, and thought of going to the prisoner of war camp to try to rescue the captured officers and soldiers, there is a large prisoner of war camp built about twenty miles away, and more than 10,000 soldiers are currently being held there, a little strange is that the prisoner of war camp is only forty miles away from Fontainebleau, is the other party a fool? Build a prisoner of war camp so close to the front line?

Quietly changed into the Normans' military uniforms and prepared to stage a one-man battle, but counting Lorraine, who is now in the third life, seems to have a bit of a brain short-circuit, and the combat experience is limited to those virtual tactics learned in movies and games, even if it is good to rely on magic and scare people to attract the attention of the enemy, and then a wave of missile storms to kill everyone, if the other party has a mage or an anti-stealth grenade and some other magic breaking bullets, he can casually kill Lorraine with a round of guns.

The fearless protagonist of the unknown resolutely embarked on the road to the prisoner of war camp, and then according to the needs of the plot and the reason why the head is a little bit two, he must be lost! Yes, as a mage from the future who travels through the wizarding world and then through the parallel world of the alien plane, he doesn't know what - he is lost, and he can't tell the way and may starve to death before another Norman patrol finds this unlucky guy.

Sergeant Shavia had thought a minute ago that there was no big problem today, after all, the Imperial troops had already been fed dung and entered the prisoner of war camp, and the remaining rout was not enough to ignore the waste, and they would starve to death in the forest of Fontainebleau. It's just that this good-looking Norman soldier in front of him is actually lost!!

Although it was because of the rout attack and the others were separated, this is unforgivable, "You waste! Quote your name and rank, right away! ”

"Yes, yes! Private Colin reports to you, sir! Colin was the unlucky guy who was on the patrol just now, and Shavia didn't bother to go on patrol and drove the unlucky guy back to the prisoner of war camp, and the soldiers on the same team looked at this colleague with sympathy, obviously he was going to be unlucky next.

When he arrived at the army station, Lorraine learned from the other Normans that the main army had left for other fronts, leaving the 52nd Army to stay in the prisoner of war camp and rest by the way, and a second lieutenant was standing at the gate and barking at the soldiers.

Second Lieutenant Loyaker was very angry, when the major was injured in the just-ended rout battle and needed treatment and recovery, the military doctor at the regimental headquarters couldn't treat it, this group of priests and healers who graduated from third-rate seminaries were really low, and one-third of the wounded soldiers who received their treatment recovered a little bit these days, one-third had to endure more pain, and the more unlucky ones could only lose some body level zero, and the remaining one-third simply didn't save them and hung up directly. The food that was made was only eaten by those jackals, and the auxiliary soldiers dared to eat it, and the second lieutenant had already eaten it for a few days, and the dry food and firearms were strong.

"You dung buckets! If it weren't for the master priests and cooking troops of the main legion, I would have hanged you one by one on the tree! "It's hard to be so angry with this elven lieutenant, since the many races joined the Norman Alliance, the drastic changes in racial habits are very helpless, even the elves who have been pacifists for centuries have become veterans who spew dung, and they like to pull people to organize Banzai Charge and become their own overseers or political commissars.

"Find me a reliable chef right now! Pastors have to too! ”

"That, Second Lieutenant! I'm a chef by training, and I can do two-handed healing! Lorraine seemed to think of something and shouted directly, and the other party saw that the soldier who was being escorted turned his head to look at Sergeant Shavia, and the sergeant hurriedly saluted, "Sir, I'm not sure what he said, this guy is a straggler and I'm about to drag this bastard to get punished." “

"Don't go, let him go to the kitchen to test it, if it's false, I think those velociraptors in the cavalry company must like to add food."

That's how Lorraine managed to make it into a prisoner of war camp, but before that could do so, she had to fight for her life - the goal was to make a satisfying meal! It is said that the casualty rate on the battlefield is not high, and it can only be said that the combat effectiveness of the priests and cooking squads here is really outstanding.

If you check a little of the stock of ingredients, it's not hard to see why these soldiers are reluctant to eat, and the corned beef with the production date DR1788 is probably more than 100 years old!? Multigrain biscuits crawling with slugs and unknown black bugs, with the words Navy Food Factory written on them, are you sure you can eat those slimy, swarthy little things...... As for rotten leaves, green-skinned potatoes, and all kinds of unknown meats, he found some seasonings, special spices from the East and the continent of Mazkadan, these good things were only used by the cook, and they looked very good, a bit like pepper and the like.

"Hey, there's a warehouse here?"

"Ah, don't go! It's ...... there."

The cooks shouted a little late, Lorraine had already opened the closed warehouse, and the doors of the new world were opened—a room full of prey jerky and strange plants, and the lump on the hanger was clearly a dried slime!?

However, it is still curious to think about what the monster would taste like if it were made into food, according to the soldier next to him, his hometown sometimes eats slimes, mixing them with citrus and other fruit juices, and then boiling them in water.

Dried with water, salted and dried in the sun is a delicacy, and the dried slimes in this warehouse have been dried for more than a week, even if they are not at their best.

"You take out these slimes and put them in the bread and it should taste good."

"Isn't it, Slime Sandwich!?"

"Is this thing really edible?"

"I thought this was some kind of magic warehouse."

Ignoring the soldiers' wails and telling them to hurry up and make sandwiches, and by the way, see what interesting ingredients there are, and with the legendary experience of making her own delicious food in order not to abuse her stomach, Lorraine took out a giant doom scorpion, two large demonized mushrooms of Fontainebleau, about half a basket of moss and slightly older dried vegetables in the corner, two portions of slime jerky, and a lot of water.

First use magic to make a pot of chilled mountain spring water, take out the internal organs of the big scorpion, marinate it, and remove the tail and shell, these shells can also be used for magic research and prop making, just subsidize Lorraine, and then slice mushrooms, moss and dried vegetables and fry them in oil, so he had to go to a soup pot to fry them, without oriental kitchen utensils, it really can't hurt.

After discharging these ingredients and adding them to the pot one after another, he thought that it was the wounded who was going to eat this dish, and he also made a bottle of ordinary healing potion and poured it with a little salt, waited for about an hour, took out the soup spoon and tasted a rich taste, filling his mouth, it tasted great, and then looked at the cooking soldier who was making sandwiches next to him, stretched his neck, stared at this side, and wanted to laugh.

"Don't look at it, hurry up and carry the pot to the second lieutenant."

Five minutes later, at the headquarters of the 52nd Army Corps, Second Lieutenant Loyaker looked at the pot in front of him and the detailed list of materials written in his hand with a tangled face, this pot of vegetables and spices and scorpions exuded an attractive fragrance that directly made everyone stop what they were doing, and after waiting for a while, the regimental commander who was lying on the marching bed and refused to go to the medical center to wait for death spoke, "Second Lieutenant Loyaker!" So, what are you waiting for! Hurry up and get the food! ”

"But sir, I haven't tested for poison and I'm not sure if the food made from this monster's meat can be eaten."

The colleague next to him directly released a toxin detection spell, "You see that the white light has no toxins at all, according to the food I have eaten in my hometown, this dish must be very good." ”

"Ensign! It's all right, hurry up and bring it to me, do you want to starve to death sir!? ”

Helpless, Loyaker had no choice but to hold the pot in front of the group leader, and the serious major slowly took out a bowl of scorpion meat and ate it in one bite, and instantly the rich aroma, saltiness and other delicious elements filled the brain, as if he was in heaven or returned to his wife to feel an incomparable sense of happiness, this, is this the most delicious taste of home?

"Very, isn't it delicious, sir?"

"Of course! Don't sit idle and eat together! ”

The young men at the headquarters couldn't stay any longer and began to loot decisively, and for a moment the officers enjoying the food made all kinds of noises, so that the guards outside thought that something strange was going on inside.

At this moment, in the barracks cafeteria, everyone admires Chef Lorraine for enjoying a rare sandwich, and being able to make delicious cooked food from strange ingredients is a great gift for soldiers who have been fighting for a long time. To everyone's satisfaction and prove that you are an indispensable figure, Second Lieutenant Loyaker changed the rank mark on Lorraine's body with a satisfied face, "Private Colin, from now on you have officially been promoted from an ordinary soldier to the rank of sergeant, commanding all food matters in the 52nd Army and the temporary prisoner of war camp, I look forward to your performance." ”

Lorraine replied with a happy face, "Promise to complete the mission, sir!" "In fact, a magician who can't cook is not a good traverser, and then time suddenly stopped, and the familiar screen appeared in front of Lorraine, who first obtained the achievement: Chef - conquering the stomach of a legion is the beginning of success 20, food cooking speed, deliciousness +10% At the same time, eating the food cooked by Lorraine will increase the favorability and obtain the information of magical ingredients in another world.

Isn't this really a gourmet master who saves the world with kitchenware and materials in his hands? It's so unreliable, forget it, at least now you can get close to the POW camp and just have to wait time to find poison or something to let the Normans go all at once, and, hey? And then what to do?