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Chapter 1418 Craftsmanship
"Study hard, teach you a craft, so that you won't starve to death in the future."

For humans, any skill can be trained, and in just half a day, the captives were already able to make pancakes under the supervision of the fire army.

It's kind of sad to say.

The wheat is planted by the servants of the monastery, the flour is ground by the donkeys of the monastery, the onions are planted by the peasants in the suburbs, the salt is bought by the monks in the past, the oil is saved by the monks, the cakes are rolled by the nuns, and the eggs are the chickens raised by the monks. The new ones were branded on the pot by a noble lady in the city.

It just so happened that the big cake came out of the pan in the end, and they didn't have a share.

Twelve large cauldrons were used to bake pancakes at dawn, and the first pancakes were eaten by the soldiers of the Second Mu Camp who were waiting beside them.

The big golden pancakes are fragrant, but the soldiers of Muye Camp are more scary than normal Eastern Banner soldiers with their faces painted with dye and bone ornaments on their bodies.

Regardless of the monks, nuns, or those noble family members who voluntarily became prisoners of the Ming army to avoid danger, they dare not speak to the Miaoluokui soldiers in the Muye camp.

It's not that the Eastern Banner Army is not scary. In fact, the Eastern Banner Army is more scary, but the scaring aspect is different.

The well-equipped Eastern Banner Army stood there, and anyone could see the bulging padded armor with foam nails, the well-made leather belt with a circle of ammunition stuffed, the sheathed dagger hanging, and the musket in his hand.

Coupled with the generally tall stature, the demeanor of standing like a pine and sitting like a bell, the chin is always slightly raised, and the slender eyes under the eyebrows are full of vigilance.

As long as you are not blind, everyone knows that this person is not easy to mess with, but this is the mighty aura brought by self-confidence.

The Miaoluokui warriors are different. Even though they look similar to the Ming army, they also walk, sit, and lie down according to the unknown system like the Eastern Banner army.

However, armor equipment generally does not have standard armor except for ring knives and crossbows. The bone ornaments on their bodies and their fierce demeanor make them look like they are being targeted by ferocious beasts in the jungle.

In the eyes of the girls like Bai Lier, this difference is like a proud knight with outstanding achievements on the back of a tall horse on one side, and an old mercenary who has just retreated from the miserable battlefield on the other.

Both of them are obviously very scary, but subconsciously people will think that the former is better for talking.

The pancakes were still going on, and more than a dozen wounded soldiers were brought in from outside Westminster Abbey. Just as the prisoners thought that it would finally be their turn to bake pancakes, another Makino army came in from outside the west gate, scaring the captives again. dare not speak.

These people stopped briefly in Westminster Abbey with their horses pulling cannons, and ate up all the pancakes they baked like a storm. Some even took only two bites before pulling them up. Cannon came out of Westminster Abbey in long columns.

Bai Lier's stomach growled, and she beeped softly to her companion: "This race seems to need nothing but pancakes to survive."

This is very strange to them. In Bai Lier's eyes, the Ming army is as strict as the feudal system that still exists in Western Europe.

The status of the English soldiers is the lowest. The nobles of England seem to have the same status as the Alan soldiers. The Alan soldiers also have their own nobles, but it seems that some are respected because of their blood and some are respected because of their bravery.

Above them are the Muye soldiers, and the Muye soldiers also have the nobles of the Muye soldiers, and the highest status are the red hat and the blue hat.

Bai Lier has been in Westminster Abbey for half a day, but she hasn't seen the legendary blue hat yet, and the seemingly low-status cook Liu Zhi in the red hat can command anyone in Westminster Abbey.

What he asks others to do, others will do.

Under normal circumstances, the more noble the status, the higher the requirements for food and life. In the past, knights in London not only brought servants to serve their daily lives, but some even took mistresses and prostitutes to go out to fight.

But these high-status red hats are not like that. They don't care about their image. They can sleep on the ground and eat the same cakes as others. They don't have complicated etiquette and social interaction. No one talks like a nobleman, like a dead thing who knows what he should do.

Just this complaint was heard by Liu Zhi, the supervisor who was frying the sweet noodle sauce, and snorted out the corner of his mouth: "It's not that simple. It's better to have rice, and some soy sauce and water if possible."

In fact, in Liu Zhi's eyes, rice or dry food, plus some sauce and water, as long as he is full, can guarantee the full combat effectiveness of a soldier.

As long as their soldiers can eat enough, they have the capital to run rampant in the world.

In fact, leaving the supply range of the Dongyang Military Mansion, since landing in Ailan, Liu Zhi has spent a lot of effort in order to feed the troops such a simple goal.

Places like Westminster Abbey, which do not require forced siege, are weakly defended, and have a large amount of food and grass, had very few opportunities to occupy in the past.

Not long after, rumbling thunder came from the windy and sunny sky in the east, and Bai Lier became worried. While rolling out the cake clumsily, she wiped the flour on her forehead while wiping her face, and asked Liu Zhi, "Next time!" Will you let us hide in church when it rains?"

"It's raining?" Liu Zhi looked at the color of the sky, folded his arms and shook his head, and said, "There's no rain, that's the sound of our cannons. It seems that your general doesn't intend to surrender."

If she hadn't seen those huge cannons not long ago, Bai Lier would almost think that Liu Zhi was bragging. She had seen cannons, but she had never heard the sound of cannons that could travel so far.

After a while of silence, she asked, "Why did you kill people in Ireland, Plymouth, and attack London?"

"Da Ming didn't kill people in Ireland. King Ailan was the vassal king of Ming Dynasty. You killed people in Ireland for hundreds of years. When the plague came, the nobles of Plymouth locked the people in the city to die. Our Daoist Cao saved them , so Puzhou is attached to Ming Dynasty, but your queen sent troops."

Liu Zhi asked very seriously: "Don't you see that the soldiers of Ailan and Puli are standing with us?"

"But Ireland is a woman..."

Before Bai Lier finished speaking, she was interrupted by Liu Zhi, saying: "Whoever belongs to Alan should be decided by the people of Alan; who owns Puli should also be decided by the people of Puli; Who owns London will also be decided by the people of London."

As soon as the words fell, before Bai Lier could think of what to say, Liu Zhi put down the spatula and ran towards the gate of Westminster Abbey. Bai Lier saw a blue hat on a horse coming and said something to Liu Zhi.

When Liu Zhi came back, he obviously lost the desire to continue the conversation. He applauded solemnly to attract everyone's attention, and said, "This battle will last for a long time. Today we will make [-] pancakes and start working." Well, before dusk!"

(End of this chapter)