"Your Excellency is back!"

With the rough and heroic voice of the barbarians, the gate of the Tibetan Soldier City slowly opened under the drive of the mechanism, the flags at the head of the city were all raised, the spears of the regular army regularly knocked on the ground of the city wall, and the barbarians and the stronger goblins blew their horns, welcoming the triumphant return of the Tibetan army city in a unique tribal form. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good boys!"

The barbarian instructors and the captains of the regular army had already gathered at the head of the city and on both sides of the streets, cheering and smiling with satisfaction at the huge forces that continued to enter the city.

"The Warriors aren't going to back down, and they're happy with me." Some of the officers and instructors who followed in the army also went to their friends and colleagues, spoke highly of the fighters they had taught, said that they had not disappointed them, and invited their colleagues to go for a drink with them.

Once they entered the gate of the Tibetan Soldier City, the warriors felt like they were home, and the knights did not particularly control them, because in the rules of the tribal world, once they returned to the city in victory, the soldiers would become very free, and they would not return to the barracks to assemble, but would disperse with joy after the officers gave the order, and they could also gather together for a drink to celebrate, or they could erect a monument for their comrades in their home villages, and offer them a glass of wine, a flower, or some holy water as a memorial. At this point, even the royal knights from the two kingdoms would not stop it, and in that free and heroic world, this kind of thinking and way has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Welcome back, my lord!"

"My lord, come have a drink with us!"

"Your Excellency, you and our warriors have brought our favorite thing, victory!"

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As soon as I arrived in the Tibetan military city, I sat in a spring carriage that I hadn't sat in for a while, and the nearby villagers and soldiers all came over, stretched out their thumbs to me, their faces were full of happy expressions, and they held relatively rare glass and wooden wine bottles in their hands, and enthusiastically sent me one invitation after another.

"Thanks, guys, but I need to get back to base camp first, we still have a lot of things to attend to." I smiled and high-fived, shook hands, and politely declined their invitations, suggesting a big party to celebrate the biggest victory since the city's founding.

"Long live your lord! Long live bread, beer, barbecue! ”

They accepted my suggestion immediately and cheered excitedly. Frankly, I'm a little uncomfortable with myself being in the same position as Bread, Beer, and Grill, but so what, as long as everyone is happy, after all, it's a feature of the Tribal World.

"Victory soup, let's have a bowl of victory soup."

An old woman with gray hair, a villager with glasses, pushes a steaming cauldron with coals underneath and walks the streets to hand out the miraculous "Victory Soup" to villagers and soldiers for free. And passers-by also rushed over, took the big bowl of victory soup, drank it very happily, and then showed a satisfied smile.

I was also fascinated by this soup and wanted to come over and share the taste of victory with my people. But when I passed, the contents of the pot made me lose my appetite at all.

"The armor as a trophy, the broken enemy sword, the broken flag floating on the water, and a whole lot of loot soaked in a pot of bubbling brown liquid, this victory really made me a little unappetizing."

"My dear old lady, can you drink the soup made of these things? I don't think they're as delicious as I thought they were, except for the iron. I looked at the contents of the pot and asked the old woman very directly.

"Oh, my lord, of course you can't eat or drink these things, but you can do them." The old woman looked at my face and smiled, then opened a crockpot next to me, and there was a beef broth with a pink glow, which was fragrant and full of meat as soon as it was opened.

"My lord, this is the real victory soup, and it is just a show, and few fools will actually drink it, unless they really need iron.

The old woman smiled and took out a spoon full of soup and handed it to me.

"Taste it, my lord, it's a taste of victory."

I took the soup and took a big sip, and found it very delicious, even more delicious than the soup at the banquet in the city of Mondona, and after drinking this bowl of soup, I felt that my strength was used and my energy became very energetic.

"What is this soup made of?" I finished the big bowl of soup, wiped my mouth, and asked curiously.

"Beef, lettuce, imported tomatoes, some starch from potatoes, and a little bit of holy water, how about it, sir, do you want another bowl, it's completely free." The old woman asked me with a smile, holding another bowl of "victory soup" in her hand.

"Of course, why not?"

I took the soup, and the soldiers and residents of the neighborhood came together to ask for a bowl of soup and enjoy the victory with their lord.

After drinking the victory soup, I was in a good mood, and my stomach was very happy, the coachman drove the carriage slowly, and he also held an extra glass bottle from the holy water reserve of the Tibetan Soldier City in his hand, drinking the victory soup in the bottle, and the mood was as good as mine. The goblin, who was also a coachman, also stopped his work for a while, concentrating on stealing soup from his friend. It's free, but the goblin still can't change his habits.

"My lord, here we are."

The driver parked the car at the gate of the base camp, and I got out of the car very satisfied. I stepped on a thin layer of snow on the ground and pushed open the door in a good mood.

"My lord, welcome back, do you want some victory soup to drink?"

Vera walked over to me with a smile on her face, and then I noticed that in the room, almost everyone had a bowl of free victory soup in front of them, and everyone didn't seem to work so hard, but gathered together to talk about this war, this victory, and this free victory soup, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Of course, why not?"

I took the soup with a smile and didn't blame them for not working, I sat with them, enjoyed the delicious victory soup together, and talked about our great victory.

After drinking a big bowl of soup, everyone returned to work satisfied, and I burped and went to my sister satisfied.

But the most interesting thing was that when I found my sister in the kitchen, he was standing with another old woman, smiling and affectionately looking at me, holding a bowl of freshly cooked victory soup in his hand.

"Of course, sister, why not?" I touched my bulging belly, but I still didn't refuse my sister's kindness, nor did I refuse the delicious victory soup.