Blue Sword

The pressure of the recent war situation has become increasingly intense.

The Wolf family probably thought it through: Franconia is now resisting the emperor's northern coalition, and Bavaria is alone in the south. If they don't take the opportunity to capture it, Wolf will have no chance when the northern coalition kills Franconia. .

Therefore, since the past few weeks, the opposite side has been continuously adding troops to the trench attack. Alfred had no choice but to send out the most powerful card in his hand - the Blue Sword Mercenary Group, to constantly go to areas where the situation was critical to put out fires.

In such a high-pressure war environment, the girls also became exhausted. They had to travel to four or five places every day and killed more people than butchers killed pigs. They felt mentally exhausted.

If you can't stand it mentally, you will easily make mistakes in operation. Mia was shot from behind, and shrapnel was embedded in her back, leaving a bloody mess. Sheila was also hit by several stray bullets, and she didn't have time to fend them off with sword skills. She seemed to have injured her bones, so she had to temporarily withdraw from the battlefield and limped around every day under Nora's treatment.

This was not going to work, so Askew decided to let the team rest for a few days.

So everyone asked Alfred for leave. How could Alfred be willing, but it was not up to him whether he was willing or not, so everyone simply stayed together and stopped fighting.

Alfred visited the hotel several times to urge him, and his expression gradually became desperate when he went out.

The Cangqing Sword has given up its challenge here, and the trench cannot be defended. The situation is simply a crushing defeat, but these have nothing to do with the people in the city for the time being.

Because Christmas is coming.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." In the hotel, Agrippina, who was invited again, sneered, "Poor little succubus."

The reason for calling Agrippina here is very simple. The last time she fought with her, Medea's shoulder was hit by her special poison. Peggy and Nora have not been able to completely eradicate it yet. "The poison of flesh and blood" "The name is indeed not built on.

Pressing the wound on Medea's exposed shoulder, the bruises in the flesh immediately disappeared. Agrippina raised her head and said proudly:

"alright."

He is indeed a demigod, everyone sighed.

"Little Peggy, how have you been lately?" The demigod began to care about her apprentice again, "Have you mastered the blood transformation technique I taught you last time?"

"Master, I have mastered it." Paige nodded and stretched out her jade-white arms.

Then the arm suddenly turned into dirty blood, spilled to the ground, then flowed back along the ground, climbed up her ankles, calves, chest and abdomen, and reunited into the shape of an arm on her shoulders.

"Very good." Although Agrippina herself has a violent personality, she has always loved potential disciples. Seeing how Peggy liked her, she immediately pulled her aside to talk.

The remaining girls began to decorate the hotel in preparation for this year's Christmas.

Originally, everyone planned to spend time at Fire Island, but the guests at the hotel suggested holding a Christmas party at the hotel, so everyone agreed. Otherwise, everyone is celebrating the festival in the hall, and you are the only one in your room who "closes the door and doesn't come out." That would be a bit strange.

After pulling on the ribbon and hanging the bells, a certain resident spent a lot of money from his own pocket to get a log from somewhere (it was said to be smuggled from someone building fortifications outside the city) and decorated it into a Christmas tree. shape.

The rest of the people also donated generously and bought a lot of ingredients and beer.

The hotel's original cook was gone, so the girls from Cang Qing Sword were naturally entrusted with preparing meals for the Christmas party - probably because they thought women's cooking skills were more reliable.

Not really.

"Oh, leave it to me." Nora volunteered, "Cooking skills and biology experiments should be about the same. I am the best cook here."

She picked up a chopped pork knuckle and said:

"The first step is to wash away the blood on the surface."

Eleanor volunteered to help and took the pork knuckle to wash: "Then what?"

"Then stick it with a fork and bake it in the oven," Nora said.

"That way the meat will be tasteless." Asik interjected from the side, "You should first spread cooking wine and salt on the surface and marinate it for a while."

The girls looked at him blankly.

"Then mix the various spices thoroughly, apply it on the surface, cut a few more times to add flavor, and marinate for a while." Asik thought for a while and said, "Since it is meat, it is not suitable to be grilled directly. You can take it first Boil the blood in water and then pass it through cold water."

"Ask, you actually know how to cook!" Nora said in surprise.

"The leader can cook!" Mia also exclaimed.

"Captain Almighty," Mi'er said.

"Excellent." Silla praised.

"Marry." Medea said bluntly.

"No, don't you all know how to cook?" Asik was the most shocked.

Needless to say, Sheila, Medea, Nora and Eleanor, the four eldest ladies, never touch the beauty of love. Ask asked. Paige is a young girl from a middle-class background. It is natural that she cannot cook at the age of a high school girl. Mia follows the guild and eats from a big pot. To be honest, only Hidliba and Mi'er had some cooking experience.

"Then you two will help me." Asik once again commanded the girls skillfully, as if the kitchen was regarded as a new battlefield, "The rest of the people, those who should wash the vegetables, those who should cut the meat, and those who should cut the meat. Dia, go and heat up the oil pan for me first."

The kitchen quickly became busy. Asker is not actually a professional chef. He just rented a house outside when he was working as a social worker before time travel, and often bought groceries at home to prepare for himself. Over time, he could be considered to have some cooking ability.

On Earth, his cooking skills were at best starving. But here, it is more than enough to cope with a simple Christmas party during the war.

Alfred came to visit again today and couldn't speak for a long time looking at the beautiful Christmas tree outside the door.

Damn, I'm leading people outside to fight to the death, but your mercenary group is still spending Christmas in a hotel? Ah, should we let the girls collectively wear Christmas red short skirts, put their shoulders on their shoulders, and twirl their buttocks and do the bunny dance in front of you?

No, absolutely not. I must go in and criticize this degenerate wartime hedonism.

Alfred rushed into the hotel angrily and asked the guests who were drinking and laughing next to him, only to find out that the Cangqing Sword people were in the cellar.

Okay, actually doing such a shameful thing in the cellar! He rushed into the cellar impatiently and was immediately hit by the aroma of food and oil smoke.

Hey, where are the pretty girls in Christmas skirts?

"What a beautiful girl!" Medea pulled him in impatiently, "Go help Aske cook."

"Cooking?" Alfred wondered.

"Just use this spatula and keep turning it in the pot so that the vegetables inside are heated evenly." Asik pulled him to the side of the iron pot.

"Why does this smoke smell so strong!" Alfred complained, but his body was very honest. He held the spatula in his hand and thrust it into the pot. The stir-frying technique was obviously a stabbing technique, "Your kitchen utensils are quite strange."

"Freshly cooked." Asik took out the pot and served the dishes, asking Medea to take them away.

"The war situation outside is not optimistic now." Alfred picked up a piece of honey-pickled sausage from the plate next to him, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and said vaguely.

"I've known it for a long time." Asker said, "With the power of Innsbruck, how can you stop the Wolf family's army? It's impossible. It's enough to delay it for so long."

"Ever since I met you, I have been unlucky." After getting to know each other, Alfred was no longer restrained and complained carelessly, "I joined the Crusade as a leader, but the Crusaders failed; joined Innsbruck as a Viscount, Innsbruck is about to fall again. Tell me, where are you going to go next? I can avoid you in advance."

"After defeating Wolfe, the emperor will definitely conquer the Holy See personally." Asker said, "As long as you stay in the empire, do you think you can escape?"

"How about going to West Francia?" Alfred muttered. "The nobles there are a little more old-fashioned, but as long as they are willing to work hard, it's not impossible to survive."

Ask chuckled and said nothing more. It's not a big deal to become a lord in West Francia. The land there is quite fertile, and the manor economy is also very developed. However, the family must always have flags of three colors, red, white, blue...

The meals prepared by everyone at this time were also very simple. Shinra cuisine, four major samples of pork knuckle, sausage, bacon, and ham, four small samples of sauerkraut, potato, beans, and cucumber, plus some bread, beer, and beetroot soup.

The steaming dishes were brought to the hall, which immediately aroused unanimous praise from the residents. Everyone ate meat happily and started drinking wine while eating. The lively and noisy atmosphere had a Christmas feel.

Aske, the biggest contributor to the banquet, lost interest in eating after finishing the meal and just looked out the window boredly.

"Aren't you hungry?" Eleanor came over with a beer.

"You guys eat." Ask looked outside.

In two months, it will be the Spring Festival.

Of course there are no Spring Festival customs in this world. However, he does have to spend his Spring Festival and New Year alone in this world.

"Missing home?" Eleanor asked after a moment of silence.

"It's snowing," Ask said.

The snowflakes outside fell down and turned into thin puddles on the stone brick ground. There was a blazing fire in the room, which was as warm as spring. The residents toasted, laughed, and kept drinking.

A thinly dressed old man passed by the hotel and seemed to be attracted by the boiling scene inside. She stared intently, the fire reflecting a faint orange glow on her cloudy eyes.

Eleanor sighed and was about to leave when she saw Nora pushing the door open and going out with a steaming bowl of beetroot soup in her hand.

The old man drank the soup tremblingly, and the juice flowed along her wrinkled chin, while Nora carefully wiped it with a napkin.

"When will the war end?" Looking at the scene outside, Eleanor was silent for a while and asked with a sigh.

"It's almost time." Asik said thoughtfully, "It's time for us to get ready."

Thanks to Yunhan for the 10,000 coins~