Hero’s Creed

　　 "Ma Leqi, the title of the indigenous king, really deserved reputation."

　　 Someone ridicules, as for the mind, the taste is mixed.

　　 Soon, a rich meaty fragrance floated above the camp.

　　Ordinary soldiers did not pay as much attention to the officers as they thought that the food of the Dranke Army was a mess, and the chef was terrible, a hobbit of water.

　　The whole continent knows that this small race prefers not to live, but also to eat, eight meals a day, and to add a supper.

　　 Such a life-threatening race naturally cultivates superb cooking skills. The food they cook really makes people want to swallow their tongues.

　　 Without a Hobbit chef, those big nobles are embarrassed to hold banquets.

　　 horn sounded, the soldiers stood orderly, lined up, first received a stainless steel plate and spoon, and then proceeded along the lined cauldron.

　　 has three columns, thirty kinds of dishes, five kinds of soup, three kinds of staple food, six kinds of pastries, soldiers can choose according to their own taste.

　　 At the end of the long line, there were several large barrels. In the bronze throat, there was sweet juice flowing, and a glass of meal after the meal, which was really comfortable.

"This one!"

　　The soldiers moved forward as they chose. There was no scramble or shoving. Even the mob-like ogres became good citizens who obeyed the law.

　　 Gutter! Goo!

The sound of swallowing the saliva almost became the main melody above the camp. The soldiers watching saw that the chefs responsible for cooking were not like their own. Only a little more.

　　 Other people, scoop down a spoon, full weight, those braised meat, poured directly on top of the rice, dye the crystal white rice overflowing red. It's almost appetizing.

　　 "No, there is too much meat."

　　 Some soldiers frowned, and signaled that the chef was a little less, and some simply ignored the meat. Only eat greens.

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

　　Familiar soldiers make fun with a smiley face.

　　 "I like vegetables."

　　 The ogres slurped at the rice and grumbled vaguely.

　　 "You like a hammer!"

　　The soldiers wanted to spit this guy's face, who didn't know that the hilly natives were poorer than the orcs. The rubber shoes and belts pulled from the adventurer will be cooked and eaten as delicious. Do you now tell me that I like green vegetables?

　　The soldiers looked around and found that there were a few people eating meat. Before they could understand the reason, they heard the chef's scolding.

　　 "Why? Then picky eaters and make all the vegetables for you tomorrow."

　　 The chef knocked the spoon loudly.

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

　　 Ogres nodded with a smile.

　　 "My Emperor Polo!"

　　The soldiers raised their middle fingers together in their hearts. How good is this food to be able to eat the aborigines and orcs to the point where they have no appetite when they see the meat?

　　 "Ma Lei, is the army camp of Drankfork a paradise?"

　　 Soldiers have all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred. They found that even if the juice and cakes, even after the meal, there are fruits, but not many people eat.

　　 Some generals found that the soldiers of Drankfork could choose what to eat, but no matter what they picked. They must be eaten dry and wiped clean, even if there is a grain of rice on the plate, they must be punished by military law.

　　 After eating, put the plate in the storage bucket. They were ready to clean up, and the free servant army carried the wooden barrels away and sent them for cleaning.

　　 "Which one is here to serve as a soldier, it is simply to be an uncle!"

　　 The soldiers are very unbalanced, especially when they see that the indigenous people who despised them in the past are now looking at themselves with a pair of turtles, and they are angry. But think about it, nobody really has seen the world.

　　 "Hey, brother, what is that thing?"

　　 A soldier talked with the barbarian.

　　 "This? Canned!"

　　The barbarian threw up the can that was about to be stuffed into his rucksack, and suddenly his eyes rolled, and he laughed.

"what is that?"

　　The soldiers looked at each other.

　　 "Marching rations, not delicious."

　　 introduced the barbarian. He snapped the finger with his finger, and pulled it off. A strong scent immediately floated on the malpractice.

　　The soldiers were intoxicated and took a deep breath.

　　The barbarian took out the saber in the holster, inserted it into the can, cut a piece, and handed it to a soldier who was obviously a hundred people long, "Try it!"

　　 "Then I'm welcome."

　　 One hundred people threw the meat into his mouth, and a delicious flavor immediately melted on the taste buds, and the eyes of the delicious people narrowed his eyes.

　　 Gutter!

　　Looking at the expression of the chief, the soldiers stared at him and swallowed subconsciously.

　　 "One more piece!"

　　Hundreds of people urged.

　　 "Hey!"

　　The barbarian smiled, extended his index finger, and shook it. Others thought he was refusing, but only a hundred people's eyes lit up and shook their heads.

　　 "Too expensive, up to ten copper coins!"

"Why don't you die? The cost price of this thing is fifty silver coins." The barbarian rolled his eyes. "The key is that you can't buy it. This is a special product of our Drankfoss. The venison of the dragon hills is made of gold, a gold coin can't be less."

　　 "Then fifty!"

　　The 100-person chief finally bargained and bought a tin of canned food at the price of 65 coins.

"anything else?"

　　The barbarian number is holding coins and talking to a hundred people.

　　 "You wait, I'll go find us a thousand people."

　　Hundreds of people gave you a look, and left in a hurry.

　　 Soon, the barbarians summoned their familiar comrades, sold canned food, and tasted the delicious thousands of captains. There was no bargaining at all, and there was no way to worry about being taken first by others.

　　 "Hey, do you sell daggers?"

　　 Hundreds of people look like barbarians' swords.

　　The barbarian directly compared to a **** and yelled, "Do you want to kill me? Canned food is a supply. Eating and losing are excuses. The saber is not enough, and this thing is worth 500 gold coins. Can you afford it?"

"you……"

　　Hundreds of people grew up anyway and were born in a noble family. Now he is questioned by a barbarian as a brutal force. He almost exploded his lungs, but think about it carefully. The head of his life is only more than a thousand gold coins.

　　 "Continue to cooperate next time."

　　 Both sides smiled and waved goodbye, turned around, and showed a disdainful look.

　　 "A bunch of turtles. But canned food made of starch, minced meat, and salt. Are you willing to buy dozens of silver coins? It's stupid."

　　The barbarians laughed and scolded.

　　 "I made a profit, I made a profit, I sold it upside down, those noble sons. I'm definitely willing to pay a few gold coins."

　　 Soldiers are not stupid. Those noble officers do not lack money. It doesn’t matter how much money they spend in order to try something new. As for themselves, they are determined to be reluctant to eat.

　　 "But who is telling me that the barbarian is straight and mindless in the future, I must kill his teeth."

　　Thousands of people believe that as long as the barbarians spend a period of time in the excessive human life, they will definitely become slick.

There are many people who see business opportunities, especially those with a little background. Aristocratic officers who do not have to worry about military punishment go directly to the door, so in this private transaction, the relationship between everyone is rarely harmonized, which was unexpected by Arnold and his party.

　　 The senior executives are not so laid back. After several consecutive days of combat meetings, their brains have a headache, but there is still no credibility.

　　 "It must be reinforced, otherwise the expeditionary force would collapse. The demon army rushed over and we would have to finish."

　　 is talking about the general of the Xueman Kingdom. Because of the prince status of Rosicky, he naturally wants to help.

　　 "Then you snowman!"

　　 There are also many people who keep their lives.

　　 "Don't be noisy, everyone. Don't be restless, but the opposite is the end of hell. Careless action will destroy the whole army."

　　 Neutrality is also stirring.

　　Because of the relationship between Downton and Xueman, the highest command in name is now the commander-in-chief of Xueman, but no one listens to him.

　　Outside the door, Downton walked vigorously. Behind him is a team of Dora Ogre Royal Guards.

　　 "Who are you? There is an important meeting in here, no casual people are allowed to enter."

　　The gendarme who was in charge of the door had just finished talking, and a Dota guard had jumped from behind Downton, hitting him with a punch.

boom!

　　 Gendarmerie hit the wall with one head and passed out.

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

　　The gendarmes were about to draw their swords and yelled for help. The captain stopped sweating. In a word, all the gendarmes said were sweating, puffing, and kneeling.

　　 "Go away!"

　　Guardian scolded.

　　 Gendarmerie crawled obediently to the side.

boom!

　　 The door was kicked open, and the generals sat up in horror.

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

　　 A general snapped and slapped **** the table, swearing.

　　 "Tang... Your Majesty!"

A general recognized Downton and quickly got up to salute ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As a result of the rush of action, his knee hit the table, and his face twitched with pain, but he didn't dare to call or dare to rub, Strongly supported, posing the most perfect military posture.

　　 Wow! Wow!

　　The sound of the chair was loud, no one dared to sit in the same place, all saluted, and the movement was meticulous and terrible.

"me……"

　　The general who patted the table, "I" twice, kneeled directly on the ground, raised his hand and gave himself a slap in the face, crisp and loud.

　　 Commander Xueman cleverly gave up the title.

　　 Downton was doing his part, and the Malaysian man sat on it with a knife, then looked at these people without saying a word.

In the room, the silent atmosphere was enough to suffocate. The unlucky egg saw Downton didn't forgive himself, and began to slap himself in the face.

　　 But Downton, who defeated Heinrich, the most high-profile man in the whole continent, has a reputation in the sky. Not to mention himself, even when his own king came, he had to meet with a smile on his face.

　　 "You guys, the discussion just now was very lively, is there any result?"

　　 Downton asked.

　　 No one answered.

　　 "Who can tell me the situation on the front line?"

　　 Downton toured the audience.

　　 No one answered.

　　 "For you!"

　　 Downton ordered one.

　　 "Fighting...fighting, it was terrible!"

General 　　 wiped the sweat from his forehead and sucked his tummy vigorously, but his big belly was still terrible, and he had to open his mouth.

　　 Downton waved his hands impatiently.

　　 The two Royal Guards immediately rushed in, grabbed his arm, and dragged it out forcibly. To be continued.