The lord can still afford food, so it's good that the soldiers like them don't have to starve to death.
It's pitiful to say that they have lived by robbing the Huns in recent years.
Every time the army goes out for an expedition, it is also the time when the soldiers have the best food. Perhaps it is for this reason that the Xiliang cavalry is also famous for its ferocity.
Because the Lord said, as long as we fight south, the brothers will be able to enjoy the hot food.
In short, the real situation of the Xiliang army is one word: bitter!
Watermelon is sweet, fragrant and strong. If you put this kind of thing in the army of Xiliang, it will make people jealous.
While Ma Jun was feeling angry about the missing chopping board, someone had already started to reach out to the four remaining melons beside him.
As a result, because of a melon, several murders were almost caused in the Ma family camp.
Fortunately, the Ma family was strict in running the army. Ma Jun reacted in time and knocked down these guys with a few sticks, which could be regarded as beating them to death.
At this moment, Ma Jun held up the big wooden stick and looked at the soldiers who had been knocked to the ground by him and the terrified faces of the brothers in the Cooking Battalion. He suddenly felt that all this was the conspiracy of the Xu Jiajun!
Knowing that the Ma Jiajun had nothing good to eat, they threw in a killer weapon like watermelon, which almost caused the entire military camp to kill each other just to get a bite of the melon.
"It's high, it's really high!" Ma Jun looked in the direction of the Xu family's military camp and gritted his teeth.
The soldiers were lying on the ground with fiery eyes. One of them, who didn't care about eating but not fighting, asked weakly:
"Sir, the remaining four melons..."
Before he finished speaking, he was frightened by Ma Jun's sharp gaze and shut up.
However, the green eyes staring at the four melons became more and more frightening.
Ma Jun looked around. All the soldiers who were not on duty were gathered here, totaling eight or nine hundred people.
At this time, the dishes from the big pot in the Cooking Camp were also poured out. The unprecedented hot and sour taste was blown by the evening breeze to everyone. The soldiers stared at the bowls of dishes like wolves.
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Ma Jun had no choice but to imagine what kind of disaster it would cause if he took away the food and ate it all.
"Each of the five battalions has a portion, and the melons are cut and divided equally!" Ma Jun ordered.
No one objected, everyone looked at the veterans of the cook camp with joy.
The veteran took a deep breath and complained in his mind that these were all reincarnations of starving ghosts. He took out a bowl and divided the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and spicy and sour potato shreds into five portions and handed them to the captains of the five battalions.
As for how to share this small bowl of food with so many people in the future without causing public outrage, that is none of his business as a young cook.
The veteran was secretly glad in his heart that he had just taken advantage of his position to taste both dishes before everyone else was prepared.
As for poisons, he has been cooking for so many years, and he can tell whether the food is poisonous or not at a glance. He has long known that although these fruits and vegetables are not very fresh, they are not poisonous.
"My lord, melon, melon!" the soldiers shouted excitedly after receiving the food.
"I'll cut your heads off with one knife!" Ma Jun cursed angrily, but still cut the melon himself.
The captains of each battalion lived up to expectations and divided a bowl of vegetables and a small piece of melon into very small pieces and distributed them to the soldiers under their command.
Everyone has suffered together, and those who couldn't bear it had deserted or died long ago. Those who can stay now have a deep comradeship with each other.
This is why the soldiers just made such a scene, and Ma Jun didn't draw his sword to kill.
However, in private, everyone will quarrel over a bite to eat, but when they go to the battlefield, they will change into a tacit understanding and unparalleled ferocity.
That night, the Ma family soldiers were worried about their lord's injury, while recalling the food sent by Xu Jiajun and wondering what Xu Jiajun was thinking.
But before they could figure it out, at noon the next day, a few soldiers from the Xu family camp packed a few bags and threw them under the gate of the Acropolis.
The soldiers of the Ma family suddenly became excited and were about to get it. Ma Jun was very careful and was afraid of fraud, so he held the soldiers down.
He personally watched the Xu Jiajun soldiers return to the camp and made sure there was no ambush around, so he asked his soldiers to bring in the baggage.
"Sir, there is no watermelon!" the soldier responsible for checking the baggage shouted in disappointment.
Hearing this, the other soldiers' brows raised in excitement also dropped.
"But they sent a lot of things that we haven't seen before. The paper said there were twenty packs of instant noodles!" Xiaobing reported suddenly and excitedly.
The soldiers who were drooping suddenly became energetic again. They all said that Xu Jiajun had many good things. What was it this time?
Everyone gathered around Ma Jun and came forward to take a look curiously. The packaging alone surprised Ma Jun and others.
I saw a person clearly printed on the red and green packaging, with facial features and expressions, as if a real person had been sealed on it, lifelike.
Moreover, the man's dress also had short hair, short sleeves and long trousers, which was similar to the clothes worn by the people at Xu Jiajun's side, but the painting was obviously more gorgeous and the colors were brighter.
"This is a painting? Who is in this painting?" Ma Jun murmured suspiciously.
The soldiers around them speculated: "Is it possible that this is something that the Xu family brought down from the Heavenly Palace? The person in this painting is a certain immortal from the Heavenly Palace?"
The more they talked about it, the more the soldiers felt that this was the truth. Someone pointed to the celebrity endorsement picture on the instant noodles and analyzed:
"Sir, please see, the fairy in this portrait has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a skin as white as snow. He looks like a woman but not a man, and there is no distinction between male and female. With such a peerless appearance, is he not a god or what?"
Ma Jun frowned. Although he didn't want to believe it, his analysis made sense!
"Then, what kind of god is he?"
The soldier guessed, "Xu is an...instant noodle fairy?"
"Isn't this thing called instant noodles? The fairy image painted on it must be the noodle fairy in charge of instant noodles."
The soldier said confidently: "That must be the case!"
Ma Jun's mouth twitched slightly, but the other party had reasons and he could not refute.
"The paper says to tear off the outer packaging, soak it in boiling water, add seasonings, and it will be ready to eat in three minutes." The soldier handed the instruction manual to Ma Jun and asked him for instructions on what to do first.
After the fight last night, Ma Jun had learned his lesson and asked his subordinates to put away the twenty packs of instant noodles first.
Wait until he is on duty for this round before allocating them.
The soldiers were excited, especially the direct subordinates who followed Ma Jun. They were looking forward to it one by one, counting the time to get through the watch, and couldn't wait to take Ma Jun to the big tent.
In the big tent, the veteran cook has prepared hot water and bowls and chopsticks in advance.
Follow the steps in the user guide and carefully tear open the package with the instant noodle god on it. Make sure the lines are neat and the package is complete. Don't tear up the instant noodle god's image.
