I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 100 Victory and Food

"Run away, don't fight anymore?"

Chris poked his head out from behind the big rock in confusion, using a low-light telescope to observe the Restoration Army in the distance, which was retreating like the tide.

Just when the sword-shield soldiers and spearmen of the Restoration Army rushed up the hillside under the cover of fire from their musketeers and archers, Chris led his men to run to the other side of the hillside.

He only has a hundred or so men. Only a fool would stay where he is and fight the Restoration Army head-on.

Not only did Chris want to run away himself, he also used the walkie-talkie to inform Isaac and asked him to lead the skirmishers to retreat in another direction.

If the green hills are left, there is no need to worry about no firewood.

If people survive, the land will perish; if people die, the land will survive; if people die, the land will perish.

Chris thought these two ancient sayings meant the same thing, so he ran away with peace of mind and no worries... No matter how smart he was, could he be as smart as his ancestors!?

Therefore, Chris planned to retreat temporarily, let the Restoration Army pass, and then look for an opportunity to come back and harass the latter.

Unexpectedly, just when he had arranged for the field clinic and the wounded to retreat two hills and was preparing to lead his men to escape, the enemy who was climbing the mountain escaped before him.

This incident happened so suddenly that after Chris and his men ran a hundred meters away, he realized that no one seemed to be chasing them, and something was wrong.

Then, after receiving the news from Isaac that the enemy had escaped, Chris bravely brought people back to check.

Chris watched for a long time before he was sure that the Restoration Army had really run away. He quickly opened the player action log in the system. It was at this time that Chris really discovered that the Extreme Warriors were hiding in the mountains opposite.

Chris couldn't help but applaud this fact.

They hid really well. Even Chris, who had a low-light telescope, didn't notice the abnormality in the forest opposite. It was concealed by the players and their mercenaries.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the discipline and execution, the Extreme Legion is really surprising.

Chris watched the Restoration Army go away. After they entered the military camp, he turned his gaze to the Bolas Fortress. The fighting was still going on inside. Judging from the flashes behind the windows of the fortress, it seemed quite lively.

Do you want to go over and join in the fun?

No more.

Chris thought about it, then turned around and arranged for people to set up camp on the back of the hillside.

At this time, Connie also came over with four or five hundred civilians, and Chris arranged for her to take people to clean up the battlefield.

The militia of the defense army had just been hit by several waves of shooting from the musketeers and crossbowmen of the Restoration Army on the hillside. Although they were protected by chain mail made of modern chain links, many of them still fell.

In Chris's team, there is a field clinic formed by medical student players, and a stretcher team composed of grooms. When someone falls down, the stretcher team will run over as fast as possible and take the wounded to the clinic behind for first aid.

Therefore, thanks to good logistical support, despite being hit by several waves of arrows, the morale of the militia remained very good, and they were even eager to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the rushing enemies.

Once the retreat begins, the injured people will have to rely on their companions for help. During this period, there will inevitably be two or three unlucky people who will be injured and fall down and will not be noticed and left behind.

Now that the main force has returned, Chris arranged for people to conduct searches and provide first aid.

……

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

Jacques was breathing heavily, and subconsciously followed the centurion's flag in front of him. He climbed over a hill with difficulty and came to the back of the hill.

A hurricane-proof lamp was hung on the top of a tall wooden pole. There were five such temporary street lamps on the flat ground on the hillside, illuminating more than 20 tents around the street lamps, as well as the militiamen coming in and out.

The most eye-catching thing is the five big pots in front of the camp gate and the chef holding a big iron spoon and wearing a white tall hat.

Seeing this, Cook and the other hunters immediately started to salivate and couldn't help but quicken their pace.

"Get in line, get in line!"

The chef shouted, and the hunters did not dare to act rashly and lined up to get their bowls.

Just before the hot soup was served, men in white coats crawled over and began slapping the hunters all over their bodies, twisting them here and there. Cook wasn't immune to this either. Initially, he was a bit dissatisfied, not quite understanding what was going on. But when a hunter behind him was slapped on the chest and fell backwards...

"Hurry, this hunter is injured. It's an arrow wound. The fool broke the arrow and is holding it up. The stretcher team, come quickly!"

Well, this is the problem. There will always be some hunters with low education who think it is not good to cry out when they are injured. At the same time, they do not take their injuries seriously and think that they will be fine after going back to bed and taking a good sleep.

Little did they know that this could lead to death.

After this incident, the hunters no longer resisted being touched.

Jacques obediently followed the person in front of him and walked slowly. When it was his turn, the kitchen helper wearing a scarf gave him a large bowl and a large wooden cup filled with slightly thick warm water.

Jacques put his nose to the edge of the cup and took a deep breath. He smelled a sweet scent. His eyes lit up immediately and he tilted his head back to pour the liquid into his mouth.

After drinking a large glass of sugar water, Jacques suddenly felt warm in his stomach and heart. The fear of running around in the wild, the fear of shooting at the enemy, and the resentment in his heart were all washed away at this moment by the happiness brought by the sweet water.

"It's delicious, another one!"

Jacques couldn't help but raise his cup and ask for it from a kitchen helper, who was holding a kettle that must contain sweet water.

"One cup per person, no more!"

But the helper didn't give Jacques any face at all.

"This is an order from Prince Chris... Brother, be patient, there are good things ahead."

What Chris had people distribute was corn syrup that he had purchased in bulk from an online shopping platform. This is an economical sweetener that is widely used in the food and beverage industry and is extremely cheap.

At the same time, you can't drink too much of this stuff.

However, in this era, Chris felt that there was nothing wrong with giving the locals some sweet water mixed with corn syrup.

At the same time, Chris suddenly thought of Isaac's smuggling business tonight, and he couldn't help but hit himself in frustration... I'm so stupid that I didn't even think about corn sugar substitutes.

But unexpectedly, this is actually a good thing. What does it mean when a child carries gold through a busy street?
If Chris had asked Isaac to carry a large amount of corn syrup back to the Bohemian Empire at that time, his behavior would be called "a child with gold."

After drinking the sweet water, Jacques became even more excited for the food ahead, especially when he smelled a particularly strong aroma, his stomach began to growl.

When the companion in front ran away with the steaming bowl, it was finally Jacques' turn. He couldn't wait to go forward with the bowl and looked into the pot. It was fatty noodles!
This is great!

Jacques smiled so hard that all eight of his teeth were visible as he watched the chef stir with a large spoon and dump a large ball of noodles and two large pieces of fat meat into his bowl.

The noodles are discounted instant noodles, fried, and cooked thoroughly in boiling water. They are very fragrant even without any seasoning.

The fat is real fat, without any lean meat at all. Fried instant noodles are cooked together with large pieces of fat. It is high in oil and salt, without a single green leaf.

If modern people eat such food, it will definitely be criticized as junk food.

However, in the eyes of these hunters who were short of oil and had just returned from the battlefield, this was the healthiest food.

In an era of material scarcity, high oil and high salt levels are the norm.

Chris stood at the edge of the camp, watching the hunters happily eating the big fatty noodles, but he had an idea in his mind and a little hesitation.

"Should I take out some advanced machinery and start a large-scale production here?"

Chris thought, hesitating, then looked up at the sky and talked to himself.

"If the guys up there find out by doing this, will I provoke them to jump down and beat me up?"

　P.S. This book was written very hastily, and I forgot and didn’t write down many of the settings. For example, the technology generation gap issue, I forgot to write this setting before, and when I remembered it later, I wanted to make up for it, but I felt that it was not suitable for the plot, so I left it aside.

　　It was delayed until now, and I didn’t realize the situation until I took a look at the comment section today. Now I’m filling the gap.

　　Really, it’s not that I didn’t write many of the settings on purpose, but that I really forgot to write them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)