After the father of the subjugated country secretly read my heart, he became angry.

Duoti originally thought that the treatment of soldiers in Jingguo was worse than that in the grassland, because Jingguo's emphasis on etiquette and culture was known to everyone in the grassland.

Even the cavalry horses were just bought from their grassland this year.

At the border, the two countries met, and Duoti also saw Jing Guobing at the mutual trade place. They were all haggard, a bit old, and it seemed that they were not very good at first glance.

The soldiers looked at it, not as happy as the ordinary people of Jingguo.

"Brother Duoti, after half a day of walking, we will arrive at our camp on the outskirts of Beijing." Hou Yuchuan brought Duoti and a dozen or so prairie cavalry accompanying him. "We are going to run all night, why don't we stop and eat now?"

When the emperor mentioned the capital camp, he naturally did not refer to the base camp.

The capital of Jingguo is the top priority of military defense. It has gathered at least 30% of the entire elite team of Jingguo.

These elites were not concentrated in a certain camp, but were divided into five strongholds.

In addition to Xishan Camp, there are four other major ones.

In each guardhouse, there are camps and training for subdivided teams.

The place where Hou Yuchuan brought Duoti and the others today was the camp of a thousand-person team closest to the place designated by Xiao Yunzhou for discussion.

Even if the grassland has treacherous intentions in the future, it is rumored that Jingguo's defense plan will only know the location of a thousand soldiers at most.

Hou Yuchuan dismounted his horse, tied it by the tree, and rested on the spot.

He asked his men to prepare food, and then he smiled and greeted Duoti, "Brother Duoti, have you ever competed with our Jing Guobing soldiers in Yun County?"

Yun County is the junction of the two countries.

Wu Yunguo and Jingguo opened mutual markets, and each sent a hundred guards to take turns maintaining order in the market area.

There are no major conflicts, and small conflicts are always inevitable.

There are times when the whole family quarrels.

"No." Duoti replied readily.

The dozen or so prairie warriors behind him all showed a trace of disdain.

Some people even showed their thick arms to Hou Yuchuan.

One punch can kill Jing Guobing.

If it weren't for Emperor Jing Guo's whims, they wouldn't even bother to compete with Jing Guo Bing.

"If we beat you, wouldn't we be breaking the rules of the mutual market? If you make a fuss and don't sell food to us, we will be the ones who suffer." A prairie man behind Duoti said with a groan.

"..." Hou Yuchuan's expression changed, "Brother, do you underestimate the ability of our Jing Guobing? We haven't competed yet, the outcome has not yet been decided, and we don't know who will beat whom."

Duoti frowned and stopped the impulse of his subordinates behind him. He glanced at Hou Yuchuan and said, "The arrows on the grassland are only shot at prey."

The mutual market started, and it was already the turn of autumn and winter. They were busy hoarding food, and it was not too late to hunt the last wave of prey on the grassland.

How can I have time to take another look at Jing Bing who has no fighting spirit?

"I think your country is also busy harvesting military fields and preparing military rations for the winter." Duoti also knows the food problem of Jingguo soldiers very well. "You and I are self-sufficient and don't have much free time. Stop and discuss."

When the soldiers of Jing State are not training, they have to farm their own land and harvest food to feed themselves.

It’s almost like the prairie soldiers who rely on themselves to hunt and rob other tribes to support themselves.

In short, Emperor Jingguo is as useless as their Khans.

Can't count on it.

Duo Ti thought about it, and had no hostility towards Hou Yuchuan, only a little sympathy for his sorrow, "I heard that you usually don't get military pay, you are tired and hungry after fighting, and you have to farm your own land. The rice and noodles you grow may still be If you are robbed by civil servants, you will only be able to eat what is left, and you will not be full."

"It's also pitiful."

When Duo Ti thought about what the storyteller said a few days ago, he felt that Jing Bing was really guilty.

If it were him, he would definitely shoot to death with one arrow any civil servant who is greedy for his subordinates' wages!

"I don't want to fight you who are hungry either."

Hou Yuchuan: "..."

No, what?

Are their soldiers on the Jingguo border so miserable?

Who is in charge of Yun County?

Hou Yuchuan was confused after hearing this. Maybe there was indeed a problem before?

But the issue of military pay should be greatly improved this year.

Just as they were thinking, a strong aroma suddenly came from their left side.

Duoti and the others on the grassland were about to eat the dry food they had brought out from Fan Guan. Their eyes lit up, but they quickly held back.

"Commander Hou, I didn't expect that your camp is also adjacent to people's homes. It smells so good. We have never smelled it in the capital." The strong man behind Duoti who was the most disrespectful just now took an envious bite of the cold meat in his hand. pancake.

"You people in Jingguo eat really well. The roast duck is very fragrant and the pork is firm, but the smell is even more beautiful than the roast duck..."

The strong man was obviously greedy.

"You Jingguo people are really good at cooking."

"No, no," Hou Yuchuan smiled, "This rice smell is not made by others."

"Ok?"

"It's not for the common people. This is instant instant noodles specially provided for the elite soldiers in our camp."

"???"

Duoti and a dozen strong men on the grassland were stunned.

What.

Special supply for elite soldiers?

Hou Yuchuan smiled and turned his head, and there happened to be ten of his elite soldiers next to him, each holding a hollowed-out bamboo tube, sitting around the left side of the prairie man.

I saw them lighting a fire, adding water to the bamboo tube, and then placed the bamboo tube upright on the pile of matches to bake.

Not long after, he took out the carefully protected small paper bag from the inner layer of his armor - after opening it, there was a solid block of ruddy solid inside.

They carefully broke off a quarter of it with their hands and put it into a bamboo tube.

In an instant, the strong aroma overflowed the nostrils even more than before!

Duoti and the other prairie cavalry all stared.

What's this?

Dry food?

Oil cake?

If you put it in a bamboo tube filled with water, won't it get soaked? Could it be Camellia oleifera?

But this strong food aroma was something they had never smelled before.

In just a moment, saliva secreted from the mouths of Jean Duoti and others.

"We traveled quickly and arrived at the camp in one day. We could only eat something simple on the way." Hou Yuchuan chuckled.

simple? So fragrant!

The grassland man suddenly felt panicked by the cold biscuit in his hand.

But just when they decided to suppress their curiosity, white steam emerged from the bamboo tubes.

It didn't take long for Hou Yuchuan's Jing soldiers to take out the bamboo tube, pick off two twigs and rub them clean. They used them as chopsticks to pick out a lot of things from the bamboo tube, either hanging with red oil or dripping. Lubricant noodles topped with chicken broth!

Hula la——

Jingbing ate the noodles in the bamboo tube in a few mouthfuls of delicious food, took out dry food cakes similar to those of the prairie people from his arms, and ate them with the hot soup in the bamboo tube.

A mouthful of dry biscuits and a mouthful of hot soup.

The expression is intoxicated.

It seems that they are not here to march, but to spend money to eat in street shops.

"???"

Duoti and the grassland people were stunned.

Not long after, a fast horse ran up from the front, "Who's in front of you!? This is an important place for the military camp. You can't get close without a sign."

He arrived quickly, and he was obviously a patrolling scout in the camp.

Next to Hou Yuchuan, the subordinate who had just finished speaking quickly stood up and grinned, "One of my own, Commander Xishan Hou, is here, here on the emperor's order."

Hou Yuchuan quickly took out his token and proved his identity.

The scout on the horse immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Commander Hou, Qianhu ordered me to pick you up, and we finally met you."

"Have you eaten, brother?" Hou Yuchuan's soldiers were also familiar with it, "Want to drink some instant noodles soup?"

The scout smiled and said, "I haven't eaten it yet, but Qianhu also rewarded me with one. I took it out today to eat on the way."

With that said, the scout also dismounted and took out the bamboo tube of instant instant noodles from his horse.

"???"

Duoti's eyes widened.

Why is it different from what the storyteller said?

Doesn’t it mean that the soldiers in the Jing Dynasty don’t have enough to eat and are exploited by the civil servants?

"Why don't you have this thing on your border?" Duoti had never seen it before.

"Brother Duoti, are you talking about instant noodles? It's not too late yet. We have just developed the first few batches. They will be trialled in our Beijing camp first. It is estimated that they will be shipped in the spring."

"Hey, let me tell you, this stuff is so delicious that you can't even eat it in the palace, only in our barracks."

"!"