Great Tang princess

Chapter 787 Inside the Barracks
After hearing the report from the female staff officer, Sun Wanrong also looked ashamed.

Although he knew that he was caught in the trap and was ambushed by the counterattack, such an exaggerated battle damage still made people feel astonished.

However, the others were not too surprised. After all, this was an anti-ambush, with mental calculations and unintentional calculations, coupled with the crushing of various equipment and weapons, it is normal to cause this effect.

After all, this is plain warfare, not guerrilla warfare in the jungle. It is really not unexpected to have such an effect.

Then Li Chongrun asked: "Sun Wanzhan, I haven't killed you so far, so you must know the purpose. What are your plans?"

"Hmph, I am a mighty Khitan warrior, am I a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?" Sun Wanrong replied viciously.

It's okay to talk about Princess Taiping, after all, she is recognized as the current god of war, but he is not at all polite to Li Chongrun, a little prince who has never heard of the name.

Hearing his tough tone, Li Chongrun didn't say much, but nodded slightly: "Speaking of which, it's almost noon, let's go eat first."

As she said that, she actually ignored him and walked out on her own.

The others followed suit, and two soldiers came over with black axes and untied him, yelling, "Go if you can!"

"What? Is someone's food still available?" Sun Wanrong asked.

The soldier next to him replied stiffly: "I didn't arrest you to starve you to death!"

When Sun Wanrong heard this, he didn't have any objection, and walked out between the two.

If he was in the Khitan army, and he dared to talk to him like this in front of ordinary soldiers, he would have been unable to resist beheading people.

But now that he has become a prisoner, looking at these two tall soldiers, Sun Wanrong feels that he may not be an opponent.

I don't know what the two Han soldiers did before. They looked like kids who were only seventeen or eighteen years old, but they were actually taller than him.

Of course, the most important thing is the black ax in the hands of the two of them. If this thing is used to chop people, it will undoubtedly be very terrifying.

Following the two soldiers to the outside, walking towards the cafeteria, I happened to see the Khitan prisoners who were being arranged.

Most of these people have scars on their bodies, and traces of bandaging can still be seen.

But since they can still stand here, it means that they are all slightly injured. As for the seriously injured captive, there is no point in keeping them. It is better to let him go quickly.

Because the northern military division itself is on the grassland, there are many foreign soldiers who basically understand Khitan and can communicate with these prisoners.

Sun Wanrong clearly saw a young child yelling in Khitan: "Now stand in line and distribute the bowls and chopsticks to you. You have to collect them yourself. If you lose them, they will be gone! Then, groups of eight will sit at the table. good……"

That's right, to Sun Wanrong, that is a child.

He looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he couldn't even see a beard on his face, and his chin was bare.

While shouting, he was writing and drawing on the notebook next to the table, recording something.

He couldn't help smiling: "Hmph, I never thought that your Han noble masters would also come to serve as soldiers?"

"Master Noble?" The two soldiers escorted next to him looked at each other, and they both saw a sense of bewilderment in each other's eyes.

"You old man, what kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

The soldier next to him reacted, "That is the company commander of our second logistics company, from Mohe. He is not an aristocrat, but a commoner like us."

"You little baby, don't lie to this old man!" Sun Wanrong rolled his eyes at him, "In my Khitan, only the old man's background can learn characters, and that man just wrote clear Chinese characters..."

"The eyes are pretty good!" Another soldier praised, "But everyone in my Great Zhou army can read and write, which is different from you peasant slaves!"

Hearing this sentence, Sun Wanrong frowned, of course he would not believe it.

He learned Chinese from elementary school and has a good understanding of Han culture.

Anyone who has the ability to read and write will go to the imperial examination to become an official. How can it be possible to be a leading soldier here?

But he just said that the company commander... sounds like an officer too.

He subconsciously observed carefully, trying to find the difference, but soon gave up.

In his opinion, these soldiers were all wearing such colorful clothes, and it was impossible to judge their status from their appearance.

The only difference is the pattern on the shoulder, but he can't read it either.

The only difference among them is Li Yuechen, she is not wearing a camouflage uniform today, but a black military uniform.

Under normal circumstances, even senior officers like Li Chongrun wore camouflage uniforms during combat.

At this moment, an indescribable fragrance penetrated into the nose, and then went straight to the brain!
Sun Wanrong sniffled subconsciously, and said to himself that it smells good.

Turning around, I saw a few soldiers in camouflage uniforms and aprons pushing a few trolleys towards here under the escort of a group of soldiers.

Several large wooden barrels more than one foot high can be seen in the car, and the smell is coming from here.

Sun Wanrong couldn't help turning his eyes along with the wooden barrel, thinking about what was in it to give off such a smell.

Just smelling it makes my mouth water.

Although it has been said that fried vegetables have been around for many years, in this era when communication efficiency is still very low, Khitan people have never seen it before.

Even if it is the legendary wine called Immortal Drunk, few foreigners have really drunk it.

Not to mention this kind of fresh fragrance that has never been smelled before, which almost immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

When the lid of the wooden barrel was opened, the Khitan people sitting at those square tables all opened their eyes wide.

The wooden barrel was filled with white steamed buns, and they were still steaming!

And several wooden barrels next to it were opened one by one, they were cabbage mixed with minced meat, and there was something incomprehensible, and the last wooden barrel contained hot radish soup.

Seeing this scene, Sun Wanrong suddenly opened his eyes wide: "You guys are so cruel!"

"Huh?" The two soldiers had question marks on their faces, not knowing what he was talking about.

At this time, the Khitan prisoners sitting in the front row also exploded, stood up and yelled loudly.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Sun Wanrong was about to speak, when the soldier next to him suddenly raised his hand, put the ax on his neck, and said coldly: "Don't move!"

The soldiers next to them also raised their crossbows all of a sudden, aiming at the prisoners who stood up and yelled.

The soldiers directly in front of them also drew their weapons all at once. The soldiers in the cooking squad who were planning to distribute the food directly threw the spoons and pulled out an ax from their backs.

"Sit me down!"

The soldiers here roared loudly and pointed their axes at the chaotic Khitan people.

However, the scene was chaotic at this time, the two sides yelled at each other incomprehensible words, and it seemed that they were about to fight.

"Oh!"

A gunshot accompanied by flames suddenly exploded from the crowd, quieting down the chaotic scene.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the Mohe company commander was holding a shotgun in his hand just now.

The muzzle of the gun aimed at the sky was still emitting a little blue smoke, and there was a hint of gunpowder in the air.

Seeing that everyone had calmed down, he handed the shotgun to the deputy next to him, and yelled at the Khitan people: "What are you shouting for? Is it a good face for you to heal your wounds and eat? Ah?!"

A Khitan prisoner took two steps forward from the crowd, and when he spoke, he spoke Chinese with a strong accent.

"Since you want to kill me, why didn't you kill me just now? What's the point of giving me this decapitated meal at this time?"

Although the accent is heavy, but I can barely understand it.

Hearing what he said, the squad leader of the cooking class couldn't help laughing, put the ax back into his back, and picked up the spoon again: "When did you say that you are going to kill you, you rare and strange farm slaves?"

"There's meat and soup here, don't you want me to wait until I'm full?" asked the Khitan prisoner.

"Do you really want to send you on the road and give you good food? Are you cheap?"

The cooking squad leader waved his hand: "Okay, go back and sit down! If you keep arguing, you will be hungry today!"

Hearing that it was not intended to kill people, the prisoner on the opposite side explained a few words to the people around him in Khitan.

Then they went back to sit behind the table one after another, this time they were obedient.

At this time, Sun Wanrong also reacted: "Since you are not going to kill prisoners, why do you give such good food?"

The soldier next to him withdrew his axe: "Nonsense, how can you work if you don't feed yourself?!"

As he spoke, he pushed him forward twice to speed him up a bit.

At this time, the food was also distributed in front, and the company commander of the Mohe people said loudly: "Eight people at each table, you form a group, and each group sends two people over to get the food!"

The Khitans immediately sent two people to each table, and then they began to distribute food.

Two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, a plate of steamed buns, and eight bowls of soup were placed on a tray for them to take home.

During the distribution process, he continued to announce: "If I see anyone who dares to have any left, I will kill them immediately!"

Looking at the minced meat and cabbage on the table, and another piece of vegetarian dish, Sun Wanrong couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his stomach couldn't help but growl twice.

"What are you doing? Go away!"

The soldier behind him pushed him again.

"Isn't someone a prisoner too? Why didn't you feed someone?" Sun Wanrong asked subconsciously.

However, I regretted it as soon as I asked, and felt as if I was the same as what they wanted to eat, and I didn't have any face at all.

The soldier behind replied: "Anyway, you are also the general of the enemy army, the prince told you to eat there! Alright, don't talk nonsense, let's go!"

Hearing that he was eating with the coach, Sun Wanrong didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward.

Looking at the soft white steamed buns broken open by those Khitan prisoners, I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, if they are so good for the prisoners, what do they eat?

All the way to the rear of the barracks, Sun Wanrong suddenly opened his eyes wide, for no other reason, the barracks in front of him is really... indescribable.

It was really hard for him to imagine that there was actually a room here!
That's right, it's not a tent, it's a room!The kind with doors and windows!

The rooms are lined up one by one in the barracks. Although they are all the same in length, you must know that this is a grassland. How did they build so many rooms here in a short period of time?

At the rear of the barracks, there are several huge tents, which cannot be called tents, because there is only a roof, but there is air leakage all around.

And these are placed side by side under the tent, which are the same square tables as those of the captives.

At each table sat eight soldiers in camouflage uniforms, chatting and eating at the same time.

Sun Wanrong took a closer look, and found that they did not eat the same food as the prisoners.

There are four dishes of two meat and two vegetables on every table here, and the cabbage is not minced meat, but thumb-sized pieces of meat!
Watching a soldier break open the soft steamed bun, and then eat a few vegetables in the middle, Sun Wanrong couldn't help swallowing his saliva again.

Dazhou is actually so rich?Ordinary soldiers eat these, so isn't the coach...

Under the tent in the middle, there are fewer tables.

And the pattern on the shoulders of the person sitting here is no longer a horizontal bar and two crossed spears, but a vertical bar and stars.

He quickly saw that at the table in the middle, Li Chongrun was eating with several military officers, and Princess Taiping was also on this table.

"My lord, people have been brought here!" The two soldiers raised their hands in salute.

"Well, you go." Li Chongrun nodded, and then said to Sun Wanrong: "You are here, sit down and eat. If you really would rather die than follow, you should be a hungry ghost anyway?"

Sun Wanrong took a look and found that the food here was the same as that of the soldiers in other tents, there was no difference at all.

Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed true. Although I am loyal, but now that I have been arrested, I have to eat enough before I die.

So he pretended to salute: "Thank you, my lord!"

Then he sat down carelessly, grabbed a piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

After the soft steamed buns entered his mouth, he couldn't help but have a sore nose. He had never eaten such delicious steamed buns in his life.

Then he took another piece of meat and put it in his mouth, as if he forgot everything all of a sudden, only the incomparable smell of meat remained in his mouth.

"Okay, let's eat. If you want to say it after eating, you can say it. If you don't want to say it, the king will give you a white silk, so you can go on the road!" Li Chongrun waved his hand with a smile, and began to eat himself.

Li Yuechen didn't speak the whole time, as if he planned to watch the excitement to the end.

Hearing this sentence, Sun Wanrong froze for a moment, and then began to eat even more gulps.

At this time, he suddenly found that Li Chongrun opened a porcelain jar, scooped out a red sauce with chopsticks, spread it on the steamed buns, and then put it in his mouth.

Seeing him curious, Li Chongrun pushed the jar over: "Have some?"

Sun Wanrong was not too polite, he directly scooped out a large lump with his chopsticks, and then imitated his appearance and spread it on the steamed buns.

"That's chili, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wanrong had already stuffed the steamed buns that had been coated with several layers into his mouth.

After chewing a few times, he swallowed forcefully, but before he could speak, he felt something was wrong.

Several officers on the table, together with Li Yuechen, all opened their eyes wide and stared at him blankly.

(End of this chapter)