Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

As soon as the judge finished speaking, the old man stood up immediately, holding the compressed biscuit in his hands and talking non-stop in Ule Ule. Soon many villagers came in from outside. The old man broke the compressed biscuit into pieces and divided some among them.

Yuchi Jingde stroked his beard and approached the judge: "Boy, what are you talking about them? What's wrong with them?"

The judge patted the compressed biscuit crumbs on his hand: "I don't understand, just eat it. General, is that bread they have delicious?"

Yuchi Jingde nodded: "It smells good. It's delicious. Would you like to try it?"

The judge chuckled: "Then it is better for the general to eat more of the good food, as my subordinates will not be able to enjoy it."

The soldier outside the door came in and reported: "General! The Huotou camp has informed us that dinner is ready."

Yuchi Jingde stood up and asked the judge to say hello to the old man, then walked out. After Yuchi Jingde took two steps, he looked behind him and saw that it was full of people.

The judge scratched his head: "I asked them to give us information and give them some compressed biscuits."

When they arrived at the camp, they saw Lao Duan standing behind the dining car with a wet towel around his neck and a large spoon in his hand, giving meals to the Tianwei Army.

"Old Duan! Are you making noodles today?"

"Boss! Red braised mutton, braised beef, braised pork, all noodles are trousers noodles, very chewy."

Yuchi Jingde touched his belly and said, "One bowl each of mutton and beef. Give me some of your kimchi."

Lao Duan agreed: "Okay...why are there so many people here? Are they all here to eat? Why didn't you tell me earlier, Aqi! There is no way to bury the smokeless stove, and there will be hundreds of people." Hey, make it faster!"

The judge quickly stopped him: "Hey, old Duan, no, no, no, just give them some compressed biscuits, no need to make any more."

Old Duan's eyes immediately widened: "Yeah, you little judge, how can you still ask people to eat compressed biscuits when I, Old Duan, are here? Aren't you just scolding me? Do you want to eat the braised noodles? No, you don't want to eat them." Get over here, get out!"

The judge didn't even dare to give a shit. At the top of the food chain of Tianwei Army were Yuchi Jingde and Yuchi Baoqi. Next down was the old man from Huotou Camp. Even the two generals Su Dingfang and Xue Rengui didn't dare to follow. Lao Duan's fried wings, let alone his little Karami.

"We have guests! There are about 100 places available. Each person will receive two mint candies as a reward for the meal afterwards. I will add two chopsticks of kimchi to the noodles. There are not many places, so grab it yourself!"

As soon as Lao Duan shouted, a large number of Tianwei Army sergeants came over with meal cards: "I'm not hungry, I'll hold on for a while! Please bring more kimchi. It's hot and I want to eat something sweet and sour."

A large number of meal cards were quickly placed neatly on the tray in front of Lao Duan. Lao Duan picked up the tray and replaced it with an empty one: "Do you have any more? Don't wait if it's late!"

The Western villagers didn't do anything, so Lao Duan simply served them braised noodles in a clean stainless steel basin. The mutton, beef, and pork were placed on the tray across the bridge, and the kimchi was not given. He didn't even have enough. That wealth.

The villagers took the braised noodles and found a shady place to sit down. The judge thought it would be easier to ask for information and sat down with them to eat.

The old man took the given chopsticks and tried to eat the noodles like a judge. He finally picked it up when he got started, put it to his mouth to cook the noodles and then slid off the chopsticks. He simply called the young people in the village to go back and get the tableware.

Some villagers who couldn't wait to smell the aroma immediately took it into their mouths with chopsticks. The soup for the noodles was the old hen soup that had been hanging in Lao Duan's special dining car. It was called an extremely delicious, oily yellow oil flower floating on it. , looks extremely tempting.

The judge first took a sip of the soup, exhaled a breath of hot breath, and then covered the red stewed mutton directly on the noodles. The hot noodles were wrapped in the red stewed mutton soup and went directly into his mouth. The aroma of the sauce brought out the deliciousness of the mutton and the spicy taste of pepper. A direct hit to your taste buds.

Soon, the young villagers brought the tableware over, and the old man took a piece of mutton with a fork and put it into his mouth. The melt-in-the-mouth texture and excellent seasoning made the old man feel elated.

"pepeer?"

The judge nodded: "It's pepper, it smells good."

The old man ignored the judge and shouted out Pepper's name with the villagers like they were sharing compressed biscuits. Some of the villagers were shocked, some couldn't believe it, but they were all crazy about the red braised lamb with pepper.

As Yuchi Jingde was eating braised noodles, he heard bursts of cheers outside. He knew it was the villagers cheering and didn't bother to care.

After the meal, the old man lay down facing the judge and wanted to kiss the judge's feet. The judge jumped back and communicated with them in their language.

"This is a normal transaction. We give you meals to ask you for information. There is no need for this."

The old man stood up and bent down to the judge: "What do you want to ask me?"

The chief judge breathed a sigh of relief: "Who is the king here? Is there such a thing as an emperor? Ruler, ruler, do you understand?"

The old man nodded: "Lord Oriel, he rules more than 20 nearby villages and three castles."

The judge quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Where is he? We want to see him."

The old man was silent for a while: "Lord, he went...to Coventry. It's been a long time and he hasn't come back."

The judge caught a very familiar name: "Coventry? Isn't that William's territory?"

The old man put his hand on his chest: "Yes, our lord Oriel did go to King William's territory to discuss matters, but I don't know why he hasn't returned for so long. However, he recently sent a message back to be transported by the caravans of several castles. Supplies go to Coventry.”

The judge's eyes narrowed slightly. For those who are proficient in interrogation and intelligence, these words contained too much information. After the judge took notes, he continued to ask.

"Have you ever seen a Rakshasa?"

"Rakshasa? What is Rakshasa?"

The judge scratched his head: "Vladimir?"

The old man thought for a while: "It sounds like a Slavic name, not a name here."

The judge thought for a while and looked for information about the Slavs in his book: "Yes, the Slavs, where is their home base? They attacked us..."

The old man was dumbfounded: "Huh? Aren't the Slavs in the East? Aren't you from the East?"

The judge understood. The old man probably meant the northern territory: "We have wiped out the northern territory, which is the territory of the Slavs you mentioned. Some of them escaped and came back from the west to attack us."

After the judge finished speaking, he stopped asking questions. If you ask a villager about this kind of thing, the answers he can give will be confusing.

But it was not nothing. After all, we now know that this is Olier's territory, but Olier went to King William's Coventry and did not come back for a long time. Only letters came back asking for supplies to be transported to Coventry.