"Male, the title of the native king, is indeed worthy of its name. ”

Some people ridiculed, as for the mind, the five flavors are mixed.

Soon, the rich aroma of meat floated over the camp.

Ordinary soldiers don't have as many eyes as the generals, they only think that the food in the Frankfurt Army is a mess, and the chef is even more terrifying, a hobbit halfling.

The whole continent knew that this diminutive race would rather not die, but also eat, eight meals a day, and add a supper.

Such a life-hungry race has naturally honed exquisite cooking skills, and the food they cook is really enough to make people want to swallow their tongues.

Without a hobbit chef, the big aristocrats were embarrassed to throw a banquet.

The horn sounded, and the soldiers stood up and lined up in an orderly manner, first receiving a stainless steel plate and spoon, and then marching along the cauldron lined up.

There are three columns, thirty dishes, five soups, three staples, and six pastries, and the soldiers can choose according to their tastes.

At the end of the long line, there are several large vats, in the bronze pipe, flowing sweet juice, after the meal, a glass is simply comfortable and moisturizing.

"This!"

The soldiers moved forward as they chose, without scrambling or pushing, and even the thug-like ogres had now become law-abiding citizens.

Goo!

The sound of swallowing saliva almost became the main theme in the sky over the camp, and the onlookers saw that the chefs who were in charge of cooking were not at all like their own.

People scoop these down with a spoonful. The portion is full, and those braised porks are poured directly on top of the rice, dyeing the crystal white rice red, which is simply appetizing.

"No, there's too much meat. ”

There were soldiers frowning. signaled that the chef was a little less, and some simply ignored the meat and only ate green vegetables.

"Hey, man, why don't you eat meat?"

There are self-cooked soldiers with smiling faces to play.

"I love greens. ”

The ogre gulped down the rice and muttered indistinctly.

"You like a hammer!"

The soldiers were tempted to spit on this guy's face, who didn't know that the natives of the hills were poorer than the orcs, and the galoshes and belts taken from the adventurers would be cooked and eaten as delicious. You're telling me now that you like to eat greens?

The soldiers looked around and saw that the meat was in the minority, and before they could figure out why, they heard the chef scolding.

"What's the matter? No matter how picky you eat, I'll cook all the vegetables for you tomorrow. ”

The chef slammed the spoon with a loud bang.

"Okay, we're tired of eating those fatty meats, let's make vegetables, don't put too much oil. Too tired to eat. ”

The ogres smiled and nodded.

"I'm Debolo!"

The soldiers raised their middle fingers in their hearts, how good is this food. Can you eat both natives and orcs to the point where they have no appetite when they see meat?

"Male, is the barracks in Frankfurt a paradise?"

The soldiers were envious and jealous, and they found that even though the juice and pastries were counted, there were even after-dinner fruits, but not many people ate them.

Some generals found out. The soldiers in Frankfurt could choose what to eat, but whatever they chose, they had to eat it and wipe it clean, even if there was a grain of rice on the plate, and they had to be punished by military law.

After eating. The plates were placed in the storage bucket and they were ready to clean up, and the Free Servants carried the barrels away and sent them for cleaning.

"What kind of soldier is this, it's like being an uncle!"

The soldiers' hearts were very unbalanced, especially when they saw that the natives they despised in the past were now looking at them with a pair of turtle eyes, and they were angry in their hearts, but thinking about it, no one had ever seen the world.

"Hey, bro, what's that?"

A soldier and a barbarian talk.

"This?!

The barbarian tossed the can that he was about to stuff into his backpack up and down, and suddenly his eyes rolled and he laughed.

"What's that?"

The soldiers looked at each other.

"The marching rations, the good food is not good. ”

The barbarian introduced, snapped his fingers, hooked the pull ring, and ripped it off, and a rich fragrance immediately wafted over the drawbacks.

The soldiers were intoxicated and took a deep breath.

The barbarian pulled out the saber from his dagger holster, inserted it into the can, cut a piece, and handed it to a soldier who was clearly a hundred men long, "Taste it!"

"Then you're welcome. ”

The hundred-man man threw the piece of meat into his mouth, and a delicious taste immediately melted on his taste buds, and he squinted his eyes when it was delicious.

Goo!

Looking at the commander's expression, the soldiers stared at him and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"One more piece!"

The hundred-man chief urged.

"Hey, hey!"

The barbarian smiled, stretched out his index finger, and shook it, and everyone else thought he was refusing, but the hundred people shook their heads with their eyes lit up.

"It's too expensive, ten copper coins at most!"

"Why don't you die? This thing costs fifty silver coins. The barbarian rolled his eyes, "The point is that you can't buy it yet, this is our Frankfurt specialty, made with the best dragon hill venison, a gold coin, no less." ”

"Fifty of them!"

The hundred-man captain finally bargained and bought a canned food for sixty-five coins.

"Do you want more?"

The barbarian counted the coins and talked to the hundred-man chief.

"Wait, I'll go find our thousands. ”

The captain of the hundred gave you a waiting look and left in a hurry.

Soon, the barbarians called their familiar comrades-in-arms over, sold canned food, and tasted delicious thousands of people, but they didn't bargain at all, there was no way, they were afraid of being preempted by others.

"Hey, are daggers sold?"

The hundred-man man looks like a savage's saber.

The barbarian directly gestured to the middle finger and scolded, "Do you want to kill me? Canned food is a supply, eating and losing it are excuses, not a saber, and this thing is worth five hundred gold coins." Can you afford it?"

"You ......"

A hundred people were born in a noble family, and now they are questioned by a barbarian as poor, and they are simply angry, but if you think about it carefully, the line of your life is only more than a thousand gold coins.

"Continue to work together next time. ”

Both of them smiled and waved goodbye. When he turned around, he showed a look of disdain.

"It's stupid that a bunch of turtles, just canned food made of starch, minced meat, and salt, are willing to pay dozens of silver coins to buy them. ”

The barbarians laughed and cursed.

"It's overmade, it's overturned, and it's sold over, those aristocratic sons and brothers are definitely willing to give a few gold coins. ”

The soldiers are not stupid, and those noble officers are not short of money. In order to taste something new, it doesn't matter how much money they spend, as for themselves, they are never willing to eat.

"But whoever is telling me in the future that the barbarian is straightforward and has no brains, I have to knock out his teeth. ”

The Thousand Men believed that as long as the barbarians lived in the human overlife for a while, they would definitely become slippery.

There are quite a few people who see business opportunities, especially those with a bit of background. The aristocratic officer, who did not have to worry about military punishment, came directly to the door. So in this kind of private business, everyone's relationship has rarely become harmonious, which Arnold and his party never expected.

The high-level officials were not so leisurely, and the combat meetings for several days in a row gave their brains a headache. But there is still no confirmation.

"Reinforcements must be reinforced, otherwise the expeditionary force will collapse, the demon army will rush over, and we will be finished. ”

It was the general of the Snowman Kingdom who spoke, because of Rosicky's status as a prince. Naturally, he had to help.

"Then you snow people!"

There are also many people who are wise enough to protect themselves.

"Don't make noise, don't be impatient, it's the end of hell on the other side, and if you don't act carefully, the whole army will be destroyed. ”

The centrists are also stirring.

Because of the relationship between Downton and Xueman, the nominal supreme commander is now the commander of Xueman, but no one listens to him.

Outside the door, Downton walked in a hurry, and behind him was a team of Dota Ogre Royal Guards.

"Who are you? There's an important meeting going on inside, and no one is allowed to enter. ”

As soon as the gendarme in charge of guarding the door finished speaking, a Dota Guard had already jumped out from behind Downton and punched him in the face.

Bang!

The gendarme slammed his head against the wall and fainted.

"Don't do it! It's Your Majesty Downton!"

As soon as the gendarmes were about to draw their swords and shout for help, the captain stopped them with sweat on his head, and in a word, all the gendarmes who said it were sweating like rain, puff and puff, and knelt on the ground.

"Get out of here!"

The guards scolded.

The gendarmes obediently crawled to the side.

Bang!

The door was kicked open, and a room of generals sat up in horror.

"Bastard, don't you know how to have another meeting?"

A general snapped, slapped the table hard, and scolded.

"Don ...... Your Majesty!"

A general recognized Downton and hurriedly got up to salute, but because his movements were too hasty, his knee hit the table, and his face twitched in pain, but he didn't dare to scream or rub it, so he held on and put on the most perfect military posture.

Whoa!

The sound of the chairs was loud, and no one dared to sit in place, all of them saluted, and their movements were meticulous and terrifying.

"I ...... I ......"

The general who slapped the table, 'I' said twice, knelt directly on the ground, raised his hand and gave himself a slap, crisp and loud.

Commander Xueman wisely gave up his position.

Downton took the lead, sat on it, and then looked at these people without saying a word.

In the room, the silence was enough to suffocate people, and the unlucky guy saw that Downton didn't forgive himself, so he was ruthless and began to slap himself repeatedly.

This is Downton, who defeated Heinrich, the most eye-catching man in the whole continent, his reputation is skyrocketing, not to mention himself, even if his own king comes, he has to greet him with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the discussion just now was very lively, did you have any results?"

Downton asked.

No one answered.

"Who can tell me about the battle on the front?"

Downton toured the field.

Still no one answered.

"Come!"

Downton casually clicked one.

"Hit ...... The beating was terrible!"

The general wiped the sweat from his forehead and sucked his stomach hard, but the big belly was still very tall, and he wanted to open his mouth.

Downton waved his hand impatiently.

The two royal guards immediately rushed up, grabbed his arm, and forcibly dragged him out. (To be continued.) )