The convoy walked along a small avenue, lined with fields that had already completed the autumn harvest, and the smell of autumn wind blowing from the hills behind them did not make people feel relaxed at all.

Every mud puddle where the rain has not dried up has to be swallowed greedily one or two sandbags before the convoy is allowed to pass. It took most of the day to reach the nearest village to the battlefield.

The convoy had not yet arrived outside the village, and the village was already in chaos. Of course, the inhabitants are afraid of the "divine soldiers" of the other world, but they will not listen to the magician groups from the imperial capital. In normal times, a high-level magician like Prancy would say a true word in a society where magicians are respected. But this village, including the towns at the foot of the Noi Mountains, had paid too much money and rations, either voluntarily or "voluntarily" during the expedition. And several villages that faced the retreat from the battlefield suffered a lot under the rout.

Prancy walked out of the village chief's hut with his head down. His companions also knew the ending from his expression.

"Let's go, my friends, and let's see what these gods can do here."

A few minutes ago.

"Tell me, what happened to this magician from behind the Divine Gate, so that your army was wiped out?" The village chief touched a cane as smooth as his head, and began by giving Prancy, a young man who didn't even have a baby, a dismount.

“……”

"You have exhausted us from the two groups of people, and whether we can survive the winter is a question, so where are we going to leave our homes today? I can't go anywhere with this old bone, no, I'll stay here! ”

"They can pinch tens of thousands of people, aren't you afraid?" Prancys was already in a real hurry. The village chief obviously wouldn't agree with him, and that's a matter of urgency. He said three points, and it was another urgency.

The village chief impatiently tapped his cane, turned to face the window, and said, "Master Magician, if it weren't for the fact that our village thinks that you are more sensible than those soldiers, we would have driven you away a long time ago." Didn't beat people out, how much food did they doom, how many young men were killed, and how many girls were ruined? If there were no knights of Lord Doniva, who would have taken care of their misdeeds? ”

“……”

The convoy did not enter the village or town, and a group of soldiers got out of the car. The leader is Huang Yuan, a college student from a modern urban foreign Chinese university.

Strictly speaking, he is not a soldier, at most a civil servant in the new district - not even a civil servant, I am afraid, he is a volunteer. His professor joined the linguistic decipherment team, and his protégé had a unique opportunity.

He was followed by four soldiers, as well as a prisoner from another world, Sachiotto, the former leader of the archers squad of the Western Army. He was used for "supplementary translation".

The village chief finally took a reassurance, this group of guys is here to reason with things, and they are afraid that they can't afford this truth.

Dressed indestructibly yellow, green or gray, the man saluted a lame salute and began to talk about the more lame Elta.

The visitors grinned that they needed a guide to survey the surrounding area. At the same time, they also need to find a channel to communicate and negotiate with the imperial capital.

The village chief was surprised that this group of people did not want money and food. He spun his cane around, "These can help you, but we don't have food for you to stay overnight." ”

Hearing the grain, Huang Yuan finally came to his senses. He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted in Chinese:

"Cooking class, carry two bags of flour!"

For this village at the foot of the Noi Mountains, today is simply Thanksgiving. What is sincerity? That's it!

After learning about the situation, Huang Yuanzhong patted his chest and assured them that there was a lot of food, and he would send it in the future. This sentence moved the whole village together with two truckloads of flour instant noodles, as if everyone had watched a morning drama for five people, and many farmers and their wives hugged their heads and cried together.

And rightfully so. Where the soldiers of the empire fought, it was a legitimate and reasonable tradition to levy grain. Of course, this grain included not only wheat, but also meat and vegetables, and salt, and only the local troops, such as the army of Doniva, would pay for the purchase - sometimes in addition to the rations, the surplus was only a few drawbridge silver coins as a symbolic price - a silver drawbridge was only enough for a family to eat without meat, hence the name of the wooden drawbridge of the largest river city in the empire.

In the two expeditions, the first Western Army's requisition was for surplus food in addition to the rations, and a small symbolic compensation was given. And the second requisition was a heavy blow to the food rations. In some cases, even the seeds were classified as surplus grains and confiscated. The soldiers of the Duo clan can only deal with the issue of military discipline other than the requisition of grain, and they will not even ask the question of the requisition of grain, even the old emperor.

The food of the other world also amazed the group of farmers. Flour is flour, and I don't know what magic is used to make them impurity free and delicate as silk.

Even more amazing are the "instant noodles" and "canned meat". Noodles don't need to be freshly made or stored, they can be eaten by soaking them in boiling water, and canned meat can be stored for a long time like bacon, without having to endure the wood-level hardness of bacon. The only thing that the villagers and Prancy couldn't understand was the tired look in the eyes of the Otherworldly soldiers. These deliciousness is easy to carry and delicious, so why hate them? It's incredible.

At night, the PLAs began to camp in a formation on the flat ground outside the village, with combat vehicles as the outside and baggage vehicles as the outside. The cooking class starts with dough making, and the dinner is beef ramen, and the steamed buns are not enough.

I never thought that the aroma of braised beef and spices pierced the night sky, attracting many little gluttons who had not seen meat for many days.

Huang Yuan discussed with the commander and decided to give the men, women and children in the village a "beef noodle offensive", which was a bitter cooking class.

There is no view of the two moons hanging over the clouds tonight. Villagers eat soup and noodles with disposable utensils and forks at home in front of simple steel tables. A few of the boys from the cooking class were also invited to perform ramen techniques. Huang Yuan introduced this to the villagers as "Shanxi Ramen", but unfortunately at this time he translated it as "Xishan Ramen", and because the Noi region happened to be in the western part of the empire, the word Xishan Ramen soon spread to all corners of Elta with the refugee group, becoming another butterfly in this world.