Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 359 The Enthusiasm of the Cooking Soldiers
The construction of the camp started at noon and lasted for a long time until the evening. The experienced engineers did not dismantle the wooden pile walls of the Skogis, but rebuilt wooden towers in some important places as warning points. .

The stench of burning corpses lingered for a long time, although some people suggested throwing these corpses to feed the fish, or throw them into the forest, and use the power of nature to help Caledor solve this sanitation problem.But Imrik felt something was wrong. Throwing it into the sea might attract a large number of sea beasts. Although the cold ones in Lustria don't mind disposing of corpses, they might be interested in living people.

In the initial stage of building the camp, safety was the first priority. Although the strong burnt smell is indeed disgusting and may affect your health, it is not a big problem. Go back and pray to the gods to ensure that it will not affect you.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready! You brats, hurry over here, the next group don't want to wait."

The burly man Elf Vadin who was in charge of the logistics was carrying a large iron bucket and placed it on the wooden table. Then he saw that the Kislev soldiers who were still beating the wooden pile with a hammer were indifferent to his words, and immediately roared angrily,

"Come here quickly! Do you want to try the power of my iron spoon?"

But old Vadin obviously forgot that he spoke Elvish language, and even if these Madam Kisley wanted to learn, they had no talent for this kind of script, just looked up at Vadin, and then continued to place the wooden stake Insert firmly into the foundation.

In the army, the first thing to not be messed with is the person in charge of weapons. In Caledon, it is the Priest of Val. The second thing to not be messed with is the person in charge of food.

Old Vadin was a little annoyed, even the prince had to listen to my food arrangements in the barracks, you Kislev savages dare to ignore me?

Regardless of his companions saying that these barbarians don't understand military discipline at all, and they can be used as livestock, he rushed to a Kislev soldier angrily, regardless of whether he could understand Elvish or not, and cursed,

"Are you deaf? If you are physically disabled, you can go and get treated, but since I am responsible for your meals, then come here!"

Old Vadin snatched the hammer from the soldier's hand, grabbed him by the shoulder and walked towards the wooden table where the iron bucket was placed. His thick arm made people wonder if he was really a cooking soldier in charge of food, rather than killing Bai with his bare hands. Lion warrior.

The other Kislev soldiers looked at each other in dismay. Of course they knew what the elf wanted to express, but Bruni's long-term training made them bear in mind a principle that they were not allowed to do anything else before completing the task.

The leading centurion put down his hammer and wanted to explain the matter to Old Vadin. He must be hungry after a day's work, but the task is important, and orders are the first priority of soldiers.

Old Wading, who dragged the soldier to the wooden table, took out a wooden bowl, filled a spoon full of seafood soup in the iron bucket, took out a piece of big Liba from the bag, and handed them to the soldier together.

But looking at the fearful expressions of the Kislev soldiers and the arms pressed down to the sides, they obviously didn't dare to take the food.

This made the cooking soldiers extremely annoyed, and couldn't help but want to hit the Kislev soldier's head with an iron spoon. You are really an animal, and you have to eat to have the strength to work. Is it possible that you are like a cow and a horse? The prince shouted Endless overtime with a few slogans, and self-proclaimed wolf culture?
The centurion stopped the angry attack of the cooking soldiers, trying to use sign language to explain that they could not rest until they completed their tasks.

The sign language had some effect. The cook soldier, Old Vadin, waved his hand for an elf who knew some Kislev language to come over, and then said,

"Translate his words again, and Old Vadin doesn't believe that they really volunteered to be livestock."

The administrators in white robes were obviously a little afraid of Old Vadin. After all, the name of the irritable chef was very famous in the Caledonian army. After listening carefully to the centurion's words, he translated them into Elvish language.

"This is a mission. According to Instructor Bruni's instruction, we are not allowed to do anything else before completing the mission."

The famous dragon prince is enough to make a large number of people give up the idea of ​​changing the centurion, but Old Vadin doesn't care.

I just snorted, isn’t that brat Bruni? I’ve been in the cooking class for more than 300 years, so I have to be polite and call me Old Vading, otherwise I’m sure his next meal will be 99% Live cattle large intestine.

Asking the management staff to translate the words, Old Wading calmly put his hands on his chest, and spoke with great confidence,

"I don't care who you listened to before, but you have to listen to me when it's time for dinner. This is the tradition of the Caledonian army. Even if you come here from the cold land of the old world, you must abide by this tradition."

The centurion hesitated for a while, he was wondering who was bigger, the dragon prince Bruni or the cook old Vadin, neither of them wanted to try the iron chain swing in the crater again.

The centurion's hesitation was interrupted by two people who appeared from different lights, and they were Masnow and Bruni who were patrolling.

"Eugene, bring your people here. Your mission has not been completed, but a proper diet can ensure the progress of the mission." Bruni instructed the centurion who was no longer under his jurisdiction, and then paid attention to the iron bucket. food inside.

Sea fish is the main ingredient, served with lobster, tomato and onion, plus a lot of cheese, it looks extremely thick, and I can't help but secretly nodded to express my affirmation of this thing.

Because of their keen senses and cultural traditions, the elves are not very interested in this kind of food with a strong taste. Most of the time they are mainly vegetarian, and try to be restrained.

However, this eating habit has gradually changed with the advent of the maritime trade era. After all, if you have money, you should enjoy more.

Dragon Prince Bruni doesn't want to mention the Lothern region that he despises the most, but this food is worthy of recognition. After all, Mrs. Kisley likes this kind of food with a strong taste, and heavy physical labor also requires high-calorie food To replenish strength.

After the centurion turned around and brought his soldiers over, Bruni looked at Old Vadin and forced a smile, even the Dragon Prince had to eat in the army, and the only one who didn't have to worry about what the soldiers thought was in Caledon. There are very few people, of course he has to show some enthusiasm,

"Old Vadin, follow this food standard for them from now on, but alcoholic drinks cannot be served. Once these people drink alcohol, they will easily cause accidents."

Old Wading waved his spoon angrily to express his understanding, then he took out two wooden bowls and asked the two dragon princes,

"Have you two eaten? If you haven't eaten, you should settle it quickly. Old Vadin hates people wandering around the camp during the meal."

Just as Bruni wanted to say that he had eaten and was about to leave, he was dragged towards the wooden table by Masno.

The champion warrior responded to Old Vadin with a smile, "It's been a long time since I tasted your craft, let me see if you're unfamiliar."

Masnow took the two wooden bowls and handed one to his comrades. Then he gulped down the food in the bowls, nodding his head to express his praise for Old Vadin's craftsmanship, expressing that he wanted one more.

Bruni, on the other hand, hesitated for a moment. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Kislev soldiers who were queuing up two meters behind him, and took the wooden bowl helplessly.

They have all become champion warriors, why are they still the same as before.

The two walked to the side, sat on the stake and silently watched the excited look of the soldiers receiving the seafood soup and Da Lieba.

On the first day of coming to Lustria, I spent it in this rather peaceful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)