Stormwind God

As a fan of the puppet army who passed through, and a commander who personally led the army through many wars, Duke was very aware of how hard the soldiers were.

Think about it, after a whole day of fighting, on the **** battlefield, the soldiers lie lying in the trenches or camps, even when the weather is bad, they must soak their feet in the mud. However, after fighting **** battles, it is often a piece of black bread that is not much larger than a slap.

When this dark ghost thing doesn't touch the water, it can be used as a brick to shoot people. Although this is recognized as the staple food of the poor in this era, as a soldier desperately in need of physical recovery, this is only the minimum guarantee of life and is better than nothing.

Therefore, after 15 years of the Dark Portal smashed the Scourge from Alsace from Lordaeron, Duke came to power and proposed to create the first batch of compressed biscuits. Duke was trying to get the dwarves to taste the flour and squeeze it into as small a piece as possible.

Well, I have to say that the dwarf is still very capable.

I still remember when I saw the finished product for the first time, Duke Fart bumped up and took a sip, and he almost broke his teeth on the spot.

After finally cutting a small piece, smashing it with a hammer, and vomiting on the spot.

"What the **** is this black?"

Magni shrugged: "Probably motor oil?"

Brian despised Duke's less-sophisticated look: "It's okay, a little oil won't kill anyone. When the rabbits below drink without alcohol, they still steal oil and drink it with water."

Duke rolled his eyes and dared to love these **** with long blood strips, high health, and fancy death.

But these two dwarfs are also telling the truth. During the Second Gate of Darkness and Ironforge food crisis, there were still many guys muttering below, shouting that there is nothing to eat, but not wine.

Later I learned that the compressed biscuits are indeed enough to compress, and the dead dwarf actually compresses the biscuits with a punch of a plate-type plate, and does not wipe the oil stains.

It took Duke three full weeks for the violent dwarf to figure out that compressing cookies is something for frontline soldiers. Teeth must be able to bite, and there must be no impurities, and there must be waterproof and moisture-proof packaging.

Of course, this thing is past tense. Today, the Alliance-style rations have long been improved to the fifth edition.

Compressed biscuits, sealed packaged flour, canned soy beans, canned pickled catfish, canned beef head dried. The most important thing is that the alliance has developed canned soup that can be heated automatically by pulling a rope, and instant noodles that have poisoned countless young people before Duke crossed.

With a variety of new marching stoves, you can eat freshly baked white bread when conditions permit. When there is no condition, use clean water filtered by a filter to boil a punch, hot soup and instant noodles, etc., absolutely no problem.

In order to facilitate transportation, many of the Union's gadgets have been made into a standard, such as a box containing artillery shells, such as a can of standard military rations. And reduce the variety, such as shell size and melee weapons. Only in terms of food, there are more and more tricks, and beef jerky alone has five flavors.

Commanders at all levels, even if conservative, have to admit that the morale of soldiers is now much higher than in the past. In the past, when a big battle came down, the soldiers were all dead dogs, and now they are living again.

"Think back then! After the battle, we only had black bread. We were not chopped to death by the enemy on the battlefield, but we were almost choked to death by our own rations." Now the union officer who is a school officer and a captain, tells the soldiers at most.

It is undeniable that the Alliance military's support for Duke has always been full because of these gadgets that are not visible to the upper nobility and officers.

This welfare, the draenei temporarily lost experience.

Of course, in order to prevent the Draenei from turning back to know the truth, they muttered in their hearts. Duke shot him first.

"Frankly, these foods are eliminated by the alliance because of the high compression ratio and the most convenient way to put them in space storage bags. Considering that your Draenei urgently need food, this method is adopted." Duke apologized. Talking.

Velen examined it carefully with the Holy Light, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "No, no, no, it is the greatest gift to the Draenei to survive and fill their stomachs. I thank my people. Commander Duke Marcus. "

For a moment, Duke almost hallucinated, it seemed to be the sound of favorability. Taking a moment to glance at the system, it is not too bad, he found that his reputation evaluation of Shattrath City suddenly jumped from [cold] to [respectful].

Not to mention, this time he didn't miss much to touch himself. The alliance has been backlogged for six or seven years, and the food that is almost expired has been used as a gift. Looking back, it has also gained a reputation. This business has been done!

"Yrel, please give this food to your compatriots ..." Duke turned and said to the hoof. Who knew that when he turned around, Duke almost laughed.

Although the product of the daring love hoof is full of energy, it is actually hungry, or the food in Shattrath City is too poor, causing a mouthful.

Say good tasting?

What the **** is it that you ate the cheeks on both sides?

When he noticed Duke's gaze, the hoof was frightened, his hands clung to his neck, and he looked like a hanging ghost.

"Woohoo (help)"

Duck that shit! He didn't know how he understood. Anyway, he first handed a pot of water to Yrel, let her inflate, and then gave her a few slaps on her spine, only to grunt it and swallow it into her belly.

"Whimper, I almost thought I was going to choke!" The hoof patted his chest. Duke noticed that she had shed tears.

The side Velen held her forehead, and her head was covered with black lines, as if to say, "Will I teach such a disciple for Mao?"

"Just laugh." Velen could only smile bitterly.

What Duke remembered: "No, it's okay, Yrel's performance reminded me. People who have been hungry for too long, suddenly overeating, will cause sudden death. So even if you divide the food, please increase slowly."

Velen was a little stunned, and a little more gratitude in his heart: "The person who can think of such details is indeed the one who is full of light in his heart."

Duke: "..."

Well, a few words can be drawn to the Holy Light again. I'm serious about discussing scientific common sense with God Stick, I feel so helpless!

Here, Duke and Velen discussed the next step of cooperation.

Over there, Yrel was already surrounded by the guards, and began to distribute food.

"We have joined the [Alliance] from the world of Azeroth! This alliance has defeated the Horde more than once. It also killed the Horde's first chief warrior. Just now the Alliance sent people food. Everyone has Do n’t squeeze! ”

On this day, countless draenei ran away in tears.