The temporary garrison of the Southern Province of the Orc Empire.

"Regiment, Commander, no, there's a bunch of monsters out there!" a Pig-clad centurion in leather armor rushed into the flickering chamber and woke up an old werewolf who was planning on the sandbox.

"What's the matter?" the old werewolf looked up, his eyebrows were already snow-white, his body was shriveled, he was already old, but his eyes were still like knives, and the essence in them was so full that the centurion's hands and feet were numb, and he did not obey the call.

It took half a ring for the centurion to stop trembling, "There's a bunch of steel monsters out there. ”

The old werewolf stared at him, "You make it clear to me. ”

The sentries on the high corner tower saw this strange troop and blew the loud horns, and dozens of heavily armed warriors rushed out of the fence in a panic, thinking it was an enemy attack.

The attendant priest answered the sentry with the war song of Qingyue.

These orc warriors wore old leather armor and had a variety of weapons in their hands. Wang Tiehammer got closer and saw that these warriors were all pig-faced people of the Pig-faced tribe who had admired the name for a long time.

"It's General Ling Feng!" a pig-faced man who looked like a general riding a wild boar with a filthy colorless ostrich tail stuck in the shiny rivet of his helmet cried out in surprise.

"Faithful Pigs see General. The stray team of pig-faced people next to him fell to one knee in a messy manner.

Hao Lingfeng, who had just been tossed by the 'dump chariot', waved his hand: "Get up." ”

After receiving the order of their superiors, these pig-faced people got up from the ground, and the pig-faced people led by them pointed to the chariot behind Hao Lingfeng, and were a little shocked: "General, is this a steel chariot made by our imperial craftsmen? Oh, it's really great." As he spoke, he glanced at the smooth armor plate that covered the car.

Hao Lingfeng felt that this topic was a little difficult to talk about, but in the spirit of being a soldier, he still told this 'pig-headed squad leader' the purpose of these steel chariots.

"Americans?" "The pig-headed squad leader Xia Yok felt that his brain was a little unturned, "When did the Raush Americans appear in our orc empire?"

Hao Lingfeng's face sank, "Captain Xia York, don't forget your own identity and wantonly question your superiors, what crime you should know." As he spoke, he pulled out the three-foot saber on his waist a foot long, and the cold sword light flickered on Xia Yorke's face.

"Your Majesty, the subordinate is guilty, and please don't be angry. Xia Yok came to his senses, sweat on his face rained down, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Hmph!" Hao Lingfeng snorted coldly and sniffed with the keen nose unique to the wolf clan, "Take me to meet the local commander." ”

"Yes, yes. Xia York hurriedly got up from the ground, bowed down, and walked towards the ancient castle that had been around for some years with Hao Lingfeng and Wang Tiehammer.

Inside the Council Chamber.

"Welcome, guests from afar. The old werewolf took up a silver wine glass, which was full of wine, and with his movements, a lot of wine spilled out, fell to the dusty ground, and was quickly absorbed, leaving only a dark watermark.

Wang Tiehammer smiled noncommittally, and also picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

"My day!"

As soon as he poured the wine into his mouth, the face of our king iron hammer official changed, from red to white, then from white to blue, then to black, then purple, and then—"Goo." "Swallow it!

"Hahaha, bold!" The old werewolf laughed happily when he saw that Wang Tiehammer gave face like this, and he also poured the wine into his mouth and drank it all.

The two drank the wine side by side, one drinking the face like earth, the other drinking in high spirits, and soon, a full gallon or so of wine fell into their stomachs.

Hao Lingfeng, who was on the side, pulled the sleeve of the old werewolf: "Commander, the big thing is important." ”

The old werewolf, who was called the head of the regiment, glanced at Hao Lingfeng unhappily, but he also knew that the other party was talking about a big matter, and he no longer fought with Wang Tiehammer, but asked his staff officer to take out a few pieces of parchment and quills to serve aside, ready to write down at any time.

Wang Tiehammer waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to do this, but asked Anya, who was accompanying him, to take out the simplified tactical board, start it and put it on the table.

No one knows the content of the conversation, but from then on, Wolong Mountain, ah no, should now be declared to the outside world to be the Republic of China, and since then the relationship between the Republic of China and the Orc Empire has become harmonious, you can refer to the relationship between the polar bear and the rabbit back then.

The southern steppe has also been completely reduced to the territory of China and the United States, of course, it was the orc empire that took the initiative to cede it, and the weight of its exchange was those few armored command vehicles plus a number of breech-loading flintlock guns, there is no doubt that these flintlock pistols must be the masterpiece of Wolongshan Heavy Industry, of course, this is all a later story, not to mention it for the time being

After Wang Tiehammer signed the pact with Hao Qingyan, the head of the garrison corps of the southern province of the Orc Empire, he covered his mouth and returned to his command car.

He believed, he really believed, and the terrible descriptions of medieval food in Europe in various biographies, after his own experimentation, finally determined that they were all true!

In the Middle Ages, the biggest difference between white bread and brown bread was that it took a lot of time and effort to sift through the bran, and the Catholic Church in the Middle Ages called the fluffy white bread made by fermentation "Pendermaine", which means refined and sacred bread. The white bread of the Middle Ages was generally relatively small, and each one was usually not enough for a normal person to eat, probably similar to the modern "breakfast bag".

Initially, white bread was the exclusive preserve of the clergy of the Church, but it was soon overturned and became a first-class meal for wealthy families in the Middle Ages. However, in the medieval aristocracy, there was often no clear dividing line between white and black bread - under normal circumstances, the kitchens of the nobles and the wealthy did not store large quantities of bread directly, but semolina, or wheat flour mixed with a lot of bran. When it's time to eat, bake the semolina into bread.

If you want to entertain guests or celebrate something, you will instruct the cooks and maids to sift the semolina. The more distinguished the guests, the cleaner the bran in the semolina, and the whiter and finer the bread will be, but the more effort will be expended.

Therefore, black bread and white bread can be baked completely in the same bag of flour, the difference is only in the labor. And the bread that the noble knights usually ate was actually between white bread and black bread - the wealthiest families could keep a few servants and sift flour from morning till night. In less affluent households, the number of times flour was sifted was reduced in order to reduce the workload of the servants and to avoid exhausting them, and also to avoid wasting the bran that would also satisfy hunger...... As for whether the bread baked in the end is black or white, it can only be seen by the wise and the wise.

In addition, in medieval Europe, there was a "queen's bread" (which can also be translated as queen's bread) made by adding eggs, milk, honey and vanilla with refined flour and replacing the ordinary dough with brewer's yeast. The taste of this little round white bread is basically the same as that of modern high-end brioche bread, maybe better, and the ingredients used are absolutely green, healthy and pollution-free - but this thing is already a super high-end luxury that even a king can't eat as a staple food!

According to a medieval epic, a king after a victory in a battle rewarded his army with a lot of barbecue and wine, which everyone was accustomed to. Then he rewarded each of the bravest soldiers with a piece of "Queen's Bread", but the others were envied to death......

Typical medieval black bread was baked with wheat flour mixed with a large amount of bran – a practice that was already considered a fine black bread in the Middle Ages. There are even some black-hearted bakers who cut corners, and often deliberately add wood chips, small stones and other miscellaneous things to the black bread, which is more abrasive and hateful than the sand that the Egyptians mixed with bread - the latter is a passive crime, and the former is an active crime!!

Well, now even the minerals are there, and if you mix in some leaves and bugs, it's a whole nutritious food......

This kind of medieval black bread is famous for its use as a weapon - in the chronicles of the Middle Ages, there are many records of unprofitable and stupid thieves sneaking into the homes of poor peasants to steal, but unfortunately they died under the black bread of housewives, and in the Middle Ages, when family conflicts occurred, countless men died from the black bread attacks of the harshwoman...... As for the taste of this thing, please imagine it for yourself.

So, even though the continent of Adiak is not the damn European Middle Ages, the taste of those foods is coming out by the standards of the same civilization, and our King Iron Hammer is honored to enjoy the destruction of taste buds and stomach by this 'retro-style food'.

And that wine, medieval European winemaking and storage technology is still very poor, so the value of the new wine of that year is usually ten times that of the next year's old wine: the latter tends to become sour and slag, can not be eaten at all, can only be filtered and sold as vinegar - note that the vinegar of Europeans is also made from grapes, unlike us Chinese. The Adiak continent is mentioned above, so you can find a comparison to see things.

By the way, although the food in the Middle Ages was not very good, it seems that it was quite loving to be able to raise a few knights as a nobleman to feed the dog (in the Middle Ages, when the nobles ate, the dog and the retinue were guarded behind the table waiting for the owner's bones...... ), should be able to satisfy the preferences of some hardcore girls.