The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 82 The shocked Ma Maocai
Ma Maocai stared carefully at the armored soldiers in front, and at the more than a hundred people behind him, he seemed to recognize the armor and the weapons of these people.

"Modao?"

Ma Maocai thought of these two words in his mind. If he had not served as Huguang deputy soldier, he would not have recognized this weapon. Why did this Mo Dao, which disappeared in the late Tang Dynasty because of its gorgeousness and complicated workmanship, appear in the Here, there are so many guns, Ma Maocai can't understand. If there are two guns in one, it can be explained that they have been handed down, but there are almost more than 20 guns among these people. As for the red tassel guns used by the rest, they are much more common.

"What's the background of this Kitchen King?"

Ma Maocai was trembling in his heart. He also knew that armor. Some of it looked like the Song Dynasty's walking armor, which was expensive to make. But fortunately, this walking armor was not like the Mo Dao, which had dozens of them. There was only one pair. If it were If there are more, he will quickly return to the capital and report to the Holy One.

Two hundred well-trained soldiers wearing armor and carrying long spears and swords unexpectedly appeared in the northern Shaanxi territory of the Ming Dynasty without any sound. If so, they would be a greater threat than the Northern Liao Dynasty.

"When you see the Kitchen King and know who he is, leave here and rush to the capital to report this matter to the Holy One."

Ma Maocai felt that what happened here was no longer just a small cult, but a team that could shake the foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

"What virtues and abilities does this Kitchen King have? He can pull up such a team."

Ma Maocai's heart trembled.

Not long after, the team reached him. After some registration, questioning and instructions, Ma Maocai followed the people who had already registered before and bypassed the training teams.

"Military reservists, come and line up here," someone shouted, and Ma Maocai followed the voice and looked. There were already a lot of people standing over there, arranged in a somewhat scattered queue, but for these disaster victims, it could bring order to them. Getting the team in line is already a rare thing.

Ma Maocai and the followers who followed him all stood in the team.

"You all know what you are here for, right?"

The person in charge of the militia training was Ren Ming, one of the first ten people who followed Liu Zhenhua. He was not good at fighting, but good at management. He was sent by Liu Zhenhua to manage the militia and shared the treatment of a heavenly soldier.

"My lord, I know, I will serve as a soldier."

Someone below responded.

"That's right, your current identity is the militiamen under the Kitchen King!"

Ren Ming shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What you have to do today is to wait here honestly. If you have anything you want to ask, ask me now. Tomorrow, you guys will officially start training."

He looked at the group of 50 recruits in front of him. What he had to do every day was to gather them together. Firstly, letting them stand still under the scorching sun would increase their discipline. Secondly, answer their doubts. , and then let them follow the training the next day.

Of course, tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow the Stove King will lead his men to attack Yanchuan County. Naturally, these new recruits will not go to the battlefield.

Ren Ming felt a little pity for these people. After all, participating in one more war now means one more chance to complete the project and become a heavenly soldier earlier.

"Master, let's really ask."

Someone shouted cautiously, they had problems in their hearts.

"Just ask."

"My lord, does the Kitchen King really have such magical means?"

I have to say that the people are simple. How could an old man ask this? Now these people are very curious. After all, it was just hearsay in the past, and the rumors were so miraculous. Those who spread the news swear by them that they have really come here now. Of course ask.

"Haha," Ren Ming chuckled. He was used to it. Someone would ask this question almost every time. "Of course there is. When the Kitchen King uses his magical means to conjure up white porridge, pickled mustard, tea leaves and eggs for the heavenly soldiers this evening, you guys will You can see it now." "Evening, isn't it already almost here?"

It is already afternoon.

Ma Maocai couldn't help but frown. He didn't expect this person to answer like this. After all, in Ma Maocai's view, the teachings of these churches, which are the means used to brainwash, are often things that are difficult to see in a short time. The moon in the water Flowers in the mirror.

Now this person who looks like a small boss actually said that he can see the magical methods of the 'Kitchen King' in the afternoon. He wants to see how the Kitchen King can 'transform' white porridge and pickled mustard, and the so-called tea eggs.

"It must be some kind of cover-up, but what kind of soldiers were that day? Were they the soldiers we saw just now? If these things were really taken out to feed 200 people, it would be such a huge expense. The tea eggs are really like What are the rumors saying?"

Ma Maocai had many doubts in his heart. These cults were completely different from those recorded in books.

What is this Kitchen God and this organization like?

Liu Zhenhua looked at Yanchuan County not far away. Perhaps it was a lot more stable these days. There were only a few sleepy soldiers on one side of the low city wall, all holding long spears that were taller than people.

"This city can be scaled by two or three people working together."

Of course, it is quite good for a small Yanchuan County to have such a city wall.

At such a height, Ren Hongli could reach the defenders on the city wall with his Mo Dao.

The city gate is not very tall, but it still looks very high-quality. Liu Zhenhua remembered that in the TV series he watched before, they either used siege vehicles or had multiple soldiers holding huge wooden pillars to break down the gate.

"We can give it a try then," Liu Zhenhua said, not knowing exactly how to attack the city.

You can only plan based on the scenes in the TV series and your own guesses.

"It can be exchanged for some shields."

He thought of those images, the soldiers guarding the city holding bows and arrows, and the falling arrows were like raindrops.

Although a small county like this may not necessarily have such a configuration, there is a saying that there is nothing wrong with being prepared.

"Let's fight and gain experience," Liu Zhenhua looked at the city. His team still had too few battles, and was extremely lacking in experience in fighting regular armies and the current means of attacking the city.

At present, these small counties are just used to train the army, and also allow the militiamen to accumulate military exploits.

In the last landlord war, many militiamen accumulated one or two kills. After this battle, many militiamen should be promoted to heavenly soldiers.

After observing around Yanchuan County, Liu Zhenhua had a rough plan in mind on how to attack.

"Master, please call me."

Wang Long looked at Liu Zhenhua in front of him respectfully. Although it was not the first time he spoke to the Kitchen King at such a distance, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart. The Kitchen King always had a calm and authoritative temperament.

If Liu Zhenhua found out, he would definitely say, 'I didn't know I was so awesome until you told me.'

"Yes, I have a task for you."

(End of this chapter)