New Ming Empire mixed in America

The Chilean soldier, who was eating swill... (food), heard what the logistics officer said to him and the kind smile on the other person's face, which made him feel a little ashamed of his actions of looking for trouble.

"We...we are just a little hungry. We haven't eaten much food at sea these days."

After swallowing a small piece of meat in his mouth, the Chilean soldier, who could speak some Chinese, smiled and stretched out his hand to shake the support staff's hand and express his gratitude.

Seeing the hand that was stretched out in front of him with vegetable soup still on it, the logistician's smile froze on his face.

But he rolled his eyes, took out a piece of candy from his pocket, put it into the other person's hand, and said, "Try this candy, it's very delicious."

At this time, some of the Chilean soldiers who were the first to occupy the swill buckets were almost finished eating. They came over burping and mumbled a lot of things in Spanish.

Seeing the confusion on the logistician's face, the Chilean soldier eating candy translated for him: "They said they are very grateful for your generosity and asked if your soldiers can eat this kind of food every day?"

This question left the logistics staff unsure of how to answer it.

Should I tell the other party that His Majesty the Emperor promotes breeding as a sideline industry in the logistics of the military camp, and that these things are used to feed livestock?

Now the Xinming Empire has harvested its first crop of grain. Although the yield per mu is relatively low, the huge per capita area makes the total output very impressive.

But what makes Li Mingqi feel incredible is that most of the people are from the coastal generation of the Pseudo-Qing Dynasty. And because seeds are easy to get, most of what they grow is wheat.

Regarding the people's habit of eating pasta every day, Li Mingqi could only make a Northeastern question mark face. It was as incredible as when the northerners first learned that fruits bought in the south could be cut and mixed.

There is no shortage of food, and those who cannot eat can be sold to the Royal Grain Company to make money. The living standards of the people can be said to have directly improved from abject poverty to moderate prosperity.

It would not be wrong to say that there was a serious waste of food, but the soldiers also began to be picky eaters.

"We...we...usually don't eat this kind of thing..."

After finishing speaking awkwardly, the logistics staff discovered that the Chilean soldier nodded clearly and said:

"I'm overthinking it. How can I eat such luxurious food every day? It's really too luxurious."

After he finished speaking, he smacked his lips, looking like he was having endless aftertaste.

At this time, more than a dozen carriages transporting swill also drove over. After discovering the strange things happening here, everyone looked at it with their mouths wide open and dumbfounded.

Dozens of Chilean soldiers in various costumes gathered around the swill buckets and feasted on their food. Anyone who saw this would have this expression on their faces.

"Old Liang, if you don't send this swill away...keep it here...let..."

The people in the last carriage really didn't know what to say.

"Is this delicious food called dry water? What a strange name. It's both dry and watery."

"I think it should be called food mixed with soup, that would be more appropriate!"

When the Chilean soldiers heard the shouts from the people behind them, they lamented to the logistics veteran: "Your Oriental language is too difficult to learn, and the same words sometimes have different meanings."

Lao Liang ignored the soldier's emotion, but went up to cover the mouth of the National Defense Force soldier who just spoke, and said softly:

"Those Chilean soldiers thought this was our food. Don't let it slip to avoid causing complications."

After finishing his instructions, Lao Liang walked up to the Chilean soldiers and said, "If you need this kind of food, I can give it to you in the dozen or so carriages behind."

"Really?" The Chilean soldier's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he said urgently: "Thank you so much. We have been really hungry these days floating on the sea."

"The soldiers could only survive on black bread and cold water. If they hadn't occasionally caught some fish to make fish soup, I don't know if the soldiers would have gone crazy."

When the Chilean soldier returned to his camp with Lao Liang and a dozen vehicles, all the other Chilean soldiers cheered.

"I asked you to find an opportunity to show off the prowess of the Chilean Army, but I didn't ask you to rob those Easterners!"

After the Chilean officer saw the food on the carriage, he roared at the Chilean soldier who could speak Chinese. Gu

He originally thought it was just to find a fight, with at most dozens of people fighting each other to fool the senior military officials.

Now it's good that our own soldiers actually robbed the food of the Easterners. Didn't they want to trap him to death?

"We didn't steal this, this was given to us by the Orientals!"

The soldier looked excited, and then led the officer to the logistics veteran who was instructing the National Defense Forces to move the swill down.

"This is the very generous Eastern officer. It was he who gave us so much delicious food."

After the two parties exchanged a few words with the efforts of the translator, the logistics veteran Liang led the soldiers to load new large wooden barrels and headed back.

But what Lao Liang never expected was that his move not only won unanimous praise from the Chilean soldiers, but also indirectly solved the troubles of the Chilean officers.

When the top Chilean military officials learned that their soldiers had stolen food from the Orientals, their faces became even brighter.

You must mention this honor wherever you go. Even in later generations, some Chilean elders and children once used this incident to ridicule netizens of the Xinming Empire on the Internet.

In the end, the Xinming netizen who couldn't bear it sent the other party the work diary of the logistics veteran Liang, and then successfully silenced these Chilean veterans and teenagers who were living in other countries.

However, the Internet term "dry water military ration" quickly became popular and became a meme.

Of course, these are posthumous events and will not be mentioned here.

When the Royal Fleet returned to the port of Manta in Ecuador, the place was under full martial law.

The two merchant ships with ever-burning lanterns on them were still in place, but the "shipowner's ever-glazing lanterns" on them had been extinguished by the Ecuadorian defenders who had been specially ordered by Li Mingqi.

However, the bodies impaled by sharp wooden stakes had been moved from the port to where the two merchant ships were docked.

After having the corpses and wooden stakes hung on the side of the ship, the Xinming Royal Fleet continued to set sail after being replenished.

But on the way back, every time they arrived at a port, they would light the captain's lanterns on the two merchant ships and parade through other people's ports, declaring the determination of the New Ming Empire to resolutely crack down on the trafficking of Chinese.

For a time, various terrifying legends about Easterners spread on the sea, and the two ships used by Li Ming as typical merchant ships were the most frequently mentioned topics.

In the end, it evolved from a rumor into a fantasy legend.

For example: The emperor of the East had a fleet that represented death and blood.

Wherever they go, they will defeat all fleets and ports that dare to resist. Even the capital of Peru was attacked by this evil fleet.

"They will always be floating on the sea, searching for those merchant ships that dare to transport Easterners. They will kill all the living people on the ship, and extract their souls and burn them with the fire of hell. The tragic wailing sound can be heard across the

You can hear it clearly for dozens of nautical miles!”

After writing this paragraph, a middle-aged man put down his pen and read it carefully again, and finally added a sentence at the end of the article:

"Don't try to resist them, because they have sunk all the warships in Peru. And with the help of a repeating rifle called a Spencer, they successfully captured two American sailing warships with fierce firepower..."

After finishing writing, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, and finally folded the paper with the story, preparing to submit it to a newspaper in the eastern United States through the local post office when he arrived at the next port.

"Hey, Mr. Spencer, can you hear me?"

At this time, a slightly distorted voice came from an intercom on the table next to the middle-aged man.

"You can hear it, but the sound distortion is very serious. I think even a ninety-year-old lady can speak clearer than this thing!"

After saying this, Christopher Spencer threw the intercom back on the table and ignored the old but energetic voice that continued to come out of the intercom:

"Shit, you're just a damn weapons dealer, you know shit about technology!"

After hearing this, Spencer gave up his plan to continue to conceive false stories, picked up the phone again and retorted:

"What qualifications do you, a damn crappy doctor, have to talk to me?"