"Learn hard and teach you a skill so you won't starve to death in the future."

For humans, any skill can be trained, and it only takes half a day, and the captives can already put their cakes under the supervision of the fire army.

It sounds sad.

Wheat was grown by slaves in the monastery, flour was ground by donkeys in the monastery, onions were grown by farmers in the suburbs, salt was bought by monks in the past, oil was stored by monks, cakes were rolled by nuns, eggs were newly laid by chickens raised by monks, and on the pot were baked by noble ladies in the city.

But in the end, the big cake was out of the pot and they didn't have the share.

Twelve large pots started to pancakes as soon as the sky was dawn. The first pancakes were eaten by the Second Matsuo Camping Soldier waiting aside.

The golden pancake smells so good, but the soldiers in Muye camping were covered with dye on their faces and bone decorations on their bodies, which looked scarier than the normal Oriental Flag Army.

Regardless of monks, nuns and noble families who volunteered to be prisoners of the Ming army to avoid danger, they did not dare to talk to the Miao Roquois warriors camping in Muye.

It’s not that the Eastern Flag Army is not scary. In fact, the Eastern Flag Army is even more scary, but the scary aspects are different.

The well-equipped Dongyang Banner Army stood there, and anyone could see the bulging cotton armor with bubble spikes, the well-made leather belt was stuffed with a circle of cartridges, the sheathed sword was hung, and the musket was carried in his hand.

In addition, his generally tall figure, standing like a pine and sitting like a bell, his chin is raised slightly at the moment, and his long eyes are covered with a warning light.

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

The Miao Luoquo Warriors are different. Even though they look very similar to the Ming army, they walk and sit and lie down according to unknown systems like the Dongyang Banner Army.

But there are generally no standard armor except ring knives and large crossbows. The bone ornaments on their bodies and their fierce expressions are as if they are stared at by beasts in the jungle.

In the eyes of girls like Belle, the difference is like a proud knight with outstanding meritorious achievements on one side, and an old mercenary who had just retired from the battlefield where the battle was in a mess.

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

The pancakes continued, and more than a dozen wounded soldiers were transported from outside Westminster Temple. Just as the prisoners thought that the pancakes would finally be their turn, another Makino army came in from outside the West Gate, which scared the prisoners again so much that they dared not speak.

These people took war horses that were pulling and dragging cannons and stopped for a short time in Westminster Temple. They ate all the pancakes they had made in the wind and clouds. Some even took only a few bites and kept pulling up the cannons and walking out of Westminster Temple.

Belle's stomach rumbling and beeped in a low voice to her companion: "This race looks like it doesn't need anything but big cakes to survive."

This was very strange to them. In Belle's eyes, the Ming army was as strict as the feudal system that still existed in Western Europe.

The English soldiers had the lowest status. The English nobles looked similar to the Ayland soldiers. The Ayland soldiers also had their own nobles, but some seemed to be respected because of their bloodlines and some were respected for their bravery.

Above them were Makio soldiers, who also had the nobles of Makio soldiers, and the highest status was the Red Hat and Blue Hat.

Belle has been to Westminster Temple for a long time, but she hasn't seen the legendary blue hat. Liu Zhi, the chef who seems to be in a low position, can command anyone in Westminster Temple.

Whatever he asks others to do, others will do.

Generally speaking, the more noble the status is, the higher the requirements for food and life. In the past, the knights in London had to go out to fight with their servants, but some people even took their mistresses and prostitutes to fight.

But these high-ranking Red Hats are not like that. They don’t care about their image. They can sleep on the ground and eat cakes like others. There is no cumbersome etiquette and social interaction. No one will talk like a nobleman, just like dead things that know what they should do.

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

In fact, in Liu Zhi's eyes, rice or dry food, and some sauce and water, as long as you fill it, you can ensure the full combat effectiveness of a soldier.

As long as their soldiers can eat enough, they will have the capital to dominate the world.

In fact, since leaving the supply range of the Dongyang Military Palace, Liu Zhi has worked very hard to make the army full since he landed in Ailan.

A place like Westminster Temple that does not require forced siege, has weak defenses and a large amount of food and grass, has had very few opportunities in the past.

Not long after, rumbling thunder came from the sunny sky on the east side. Belle began to worry. While rolling the cakes awkwardly, she wiped the flour on her forehead while wiping her face and asked Liu Zhi: "Will you let us hide in the church when it rains?"

"It's raining?" Liu Zhi looked at the color of the horizon, hugged his arm and shook his head, and said, "No rain, that's the sound of our cannons. It seems that your general has no intention of surrendering."

If it weren't for seeing those huge cannons not long ago, Belle would have thought that Liu Zhi was bragging. She had seen cannons, but she had never heard of the sound of cannons that could be so far away.

After a while, she asked, "Why are you killing people in Ireland, Plymouth, and attacking London?"

"The Ming Dynasty did not kill people in Ireland. King Ayran is the vassal king of the Ming Dynasty. It was the people you killed in Ireland for hundreds of years. When the plague came, the nobles of Plymouth locked the people in the city and died. Our Taoist Cao saved them. Therefore, Puzhou surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, but your queen sent troops."

Liu Zhi asked very seriously: "Didn't you see that Alan and Puli's soldiers stand with us?"

"But Ireland is a woman..."

Before Belle finished speaking, she was interrupted by Liu Zhi and said, "The people of Alan belong to whom Alan should have the final say; the people of Priley should have the final say; the people of London belong to whom London belong to whom London belongs to."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Belle could figure out what to say, Liu Zhi had put down the spatula and ran to the entrance of Westminster Temple. Belle saw a blue hat riding on a horse coming over and said something to Liu Zhi.

When Liu Zhi came back, he obviously lost the desire to continue talking. He applauded and attracted everyone's attention and said, "This battle will last for a long time. Today we will make 1,400 pancakes and start working, before dusk!"
Chapter completed!