America 1881: Legend of the West

The journey from Wiltord's military camp to Roswell Farm is about half a day, and it will be a little slower if you walk.

Therefore, when it was just dawn the next day, the first batch of soldiers who set off from the military camp had already arrived near the farm.

"Sir, I'm hungry." A soldier stretched his neck and said to the bearded man.

The bearded man glanced at him sideways on the horse and said angrily:

"Didn't I give each of you a few potatoes when we set out?"

The soldier was not polite and said angrily:

"Boss, you are riding a horse and we are riding on two legs. We have been walking all night. What can those potatoes do?"

The bearded man looked back at the soldiers following him.

Hunger and a whole night's march made the soldiers look pale.

Their eyes were staring straight at him.

The bearded man knew that he could not anger these hungry green-eyed soldiers now, otherwise, they might shoot themselves a few times first.

In the barracks, he was the leader of the rebellion. If he was the first one to be sacrificed to the flag now, it would be really worthless.

So, the bearded man pointed to the farmhouse that was beginning to appear in outline in front of him.

At this time, under the faint morning light, a few wisps of green smoke could be vaguely seen rising there.

"Brothers, have you seen the smoke?" The bearded man shouted loudly, "A delicious breakfast is being cooked there. Let's rush over now. Those things are ours!"

His "Looking at the smoke to stop hunger" technique is very much in the style of Wei Wu and is very effective.

The empty eyes of a group of hungry soldiers immediately radiated light, and their calves were instantly filled with strength as they trotted towards the farm.

The smoke from the farm was real, but it was just breakfast prepared for the militiamen stationed there.

"Here comes the barbecued pork buns!"

Two muscular men came out of the kitchen carrying a large steamer.

The two of them used their arms to lift up, and placed the steamer on the table at the door with a "dong" sound.

There is also a large pot of pickles and fried meat on the side of the steamer.

The soldiers lined up to wait for breakfast. Each of them held a bowl and an iron teapot in his hand.

For everyone who arrives in line, the chef responsible for distributing breakfast will add a spoonful of pickles to their bowls, add a piece of fried meat, and then put a steamed bun into their bowls;

Beside the table were two kerosene stoves on which coffee was brewing.

Those who have received the steamed buns can use the teapot to receive a cup of coffee here, and then return to their posts to eat and drink.

This breakfast can be called a "combination of Chinese and Western". It is not particularly delicious, but it can provide a lot of energy.

Most of the soldiers with different skin colors in the team were satisfied. After all, many of them could not even afford breakfast before.

"Master Wei, do you have rice rolls?"

A young man stuck his head out from the group and asked.

"Changfen? Do you want me to make you rice rolls?" Master Wei took off the towel hanging around his neck to wipe his sweat and glared at the young man angrily.

He leaned out of the shed and shouted to the roof of the warehouse:

"Snake Ming, can you take care of your brother? This bad guy always makes trouble for me!"

However, Snake Ming, who was standing guard on the top of the warehouse, did not answer Master Wei downstairs. He held a telescope in his hand and stared at the south side of the farm in the faint morning light.

His expression suddenly became tense.

His right hand still held the telescope, and his left hand made a gesture downwards.

Chen Jianqiu, who was happily eating steamed buns and drinking coffee not far away, saw the gesture and said softly to Li Sifu beside him:

"Let everyone take your places, our guests are here."

The bearded man soon approached the farm.

"Sir, something seems wrong. Why doesn't there seem to be anyone in the farm?" A soldier asked the bearded man as he stretched his neck and looked into the farm.

The bearded man also felt something was wrong.

Years of experience in the military made him feel a little uneasy.

He hesitated to ask his soldiers to stop and observe first.

However, a strange smell reached his nose.

"What does it smell like?" The bearded man sniffed.

This smell is strange, but it seems very familiar.

"Yes, it's meat! It smells like meat! They fried the meat!" someone among the soldiers suddenly shouted.

The bearded man suddenly woke up.

Yes, this is the taste of meat!

It turned out that it was not that he didn't know the taste, but that he had forgotten it because he hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

His unsatisfactory saliva and tears flowed out almost at the same time.

"Come on! Damn it! For the meat!"

No more mobilization was needed, and all the soldiers rushed into the farm like wild horses that had escaped the reins.

They saw a shed and several tables in an open space not far away.

There are many wooden basins and cages on the table.

They didn't know what the basket was, and they couldn't recognize the white barbecued pork buns on it.

But the aroma wafting from those tables made the hungry soldiers lose their ability to think.

They rushed to the table and started fighting for the food on the table.

The tables, basins, and cages were quickly knocked over to the ground. The barbecued pork buns rolled everywhere and were covered with dust. The pickles and fried meat were scattered all over the floor.

But this did not stop the hungry soldiers from robbing the ground desperately.

A soldier stuffed a barbecued pork bun into his mouth and rushed towards a piece of fried meat that fell on the ground not far away.

But he didn't score a touchdown.

Another soldier came out halfway, hugged him by the waist, threw him to the ground, sat on him, and started to pick out the half of the barbecued pork buns that had not been swallowed from his mouth with his hands.

The bearded man is naturally not to be outdone.

Any orders are redundant at this time, and the most important thing is for everyone to take care of their own belly.

He kicked a soldier over, then snatched a bun from his hand, wiped it on his clothes, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, damn, well, I found something to eat, well, I didn't give it to the chief first," the bearded man cursed indistinctly while chewing the bun.

There was chaos around the table for a while, with shouts and shouts and sounds of fighting happening one after another.

The bearded man raised his head, looking for anything else to eat.

However, he suddenly saw a man standing at the door of the house not far away, looking at him, leaning against the door with a playful expression.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The man snarled and shook his head.

"The mighty American Army has been reduced to this, fighting for food like wild dogs. I really don't know what Washington and Grant would think when they saw this."

Although the scene was noisy and the man was still some distance away from me, his voice seemed to have magic power, reverberating over the farm like a bell.