Duke of Herrington

Chapter 48 The fate of the second senior brother!

The leading non-commissioned officer obeyed the Lord Lord's order and unhooked the second senior brother from the hook and put him on the ground.

He took out a dagger and cut the flesh from where the bullet had penetrated. As the outer skin was cut bit by bit, the sergeant's hands began to tremble more and more
With the help of the natural light from outside, everyone present could clearly see that the second senior brother's internal organs were so broken that it couldn't be broken any more.
If it was a living person, it is estimated that the body would stiffen on the spot, and even if he did not die immediately, he would gradually lose his breath amidst the screaming and cursing.

Among other things, they found a warhead still in the body.

Because of the shooting angle and the kinetic energy consumption caused by the flip, the bullet did not shoot through, but turned the internal organs upside down.

This non-commissioned officer was a butcher before enlisting in the army. He more or less knew some body structures, and also knew the importance of complete internal organs to living things.

The shattered and appalling internal organs in front of him were worse than the broken limbs and arms.

One arm is missing, one leg is missing, there is still a chance of survival, but the internal organs are broken, even if the gods come, they can't be saved.

According to recent discoveries, moon elf spells can stop bleeding and repair minor wounds. Experienced moon elves can heal broken bones, but they are not capable of joining severed limbs, let alone connecting nerves.

Unless there are resurrection coins like Ted, it will be completely cold.

"My God, this thing can actually tear the internal organs. If it is hit by this 'peanut', it will be so cold!" A soldier said with lingering fear.

Another soldier frowned, shook his head and sighed softly: "This not only has external injuries, but also internal injuries. The body has been pierced. It is estimated that this 'peanut' can be worn again!"

The leading non-commissioned officer seemed to understand something. He turned around and looked back at the lord, and asked tremblingly, "My lord, are you planning to let us all learn how to use this kind of thing?"

At this time, Ted's hearing still hadn't fully recovered, and he stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes: "What did you say?"

"My lord! Are you going to let us master this weapon!?" This time, the sergeant spoke to Ted in a voice almost shouting.

"Yes, that's right!" Ted finally heard what the man in front of him was saying.

After saying this, he picked up the clips and shell casings on the ground and put them in his pockets. These are all resources, just like the tin boxes of luncheon meat, they must be recycled and not wasted!
In addition to recycling waste, Ted will also have a new toy in the next period of time. This time ~ even after half a month, it will not be broken.

"My lord, what are we going to do next? Do you have any requests?"

Ted walked forward slowly, looked thoughtfully at the 300-pound pig in front of him, and then turned his gaze to the sergeant: "Take it to the kitchen, and I'll give you extra meals for dinner~"

"Thank you sir!" The non-commissioned officer's joy is beyond words, because on average, each person can get at least one kilogram of meat to eat!
In Valentine City, there is no limit to vegetables, wheat and rice, and you can eat all you can eat fruits!

But only meat is restricted!At this stage, the average person is only allocated 200 grams of bone-in meat per day. Although life is hundreds of times better than last year, meat is never too little in the extremely cold weather in the north.

College personnel and soldiers, or manure and water delivery workers who still work outside in bad weather, they will get more meat, and the rest of the ordinary citizens only have a small piece.

Even so, the soldiers present were still envious of this plump second senior brother!
Although the soldiers were given a lot of meat, there is still a certain distance between eating and enjoying it.
Such a pig, all cut up and made into braised pork, prepared a fresh and thick sauce, sprinkled with chopped green onions as an embellishment, and added a small pot of rice
A soldier can eat at least two pots!The Master Chief even thought he could eat three pots!
But just eating braised pork will be too fatty, it is better to divide the pork into several parts and make different meals.
"Thinking about it this way, I'm so happy!"

At this moment, not only the Master Chief, but also the other soldiers were yelling and staring at the second senior brother in front of them.

"Okay, let's disband today, and gather on time at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning!"

The soldiers who were still drooling and imagining just now changed their expressions immediately after hearing the order and lined up neatly.

The leading non-commissioned officer saluted a standard Prussian military salute: "Yes, my lord!"

"Then see you tomorrow! After cleaning up the blood here, you can carry the pigs to eat!"

"As ordered!"

Ted stood where he was, looking at the group of soldiers who only obeyed him, and felt a short-lived feeling of "I'm so amazing", but it was much worse than the grand military parade.

But this is not a problem, as long as I develop smoothly, there will always be a day!

He greeted everyone with a smile, then raised his hand to express his dismissal, and he opened the door to leave: "Hey, my ears, I have to let Alice heal me, and then let Mia give me a massage."

The Master Chief wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "Everyone listen to the order, clean up the mess on the ground! Then run to the cafeteria!"

"Yes!"

As an elite soldier, cleaning up this mess is easier than a pediatric task.

Half an hour later, they came to the cafeteria.

At this time, the public servants were just about to serve dinner, and everyone was holding lunch boxes, waiting for the meal to be served.

The people present saw this group of strong men passing by carrying a fat pig, and their hearts were very itchy.

But~ think about it again, under the leadership of the lord, everyone will live a life free of meat sooner or later!
In the cafeteria, there was still the strong chef not long ago. He was only responsible for cooking lunch for the soldiers, and someone else was cooking dinner for the soldiers.

At night, the burly man was transformed into the supper cook at the town hall.

"Makarov! Here we go again!" The Master Chief came to the cook with a group of soldiers and a fat pig.

"Hey, isn't this Muller? What's the matter? You won't be patrolling today?" Cook Makarov put down the literacy textbook in his hand, stood up and looked at this old acquaintance whom he saw every day.

"Selected by the lord to carry out some secrets, this pig was rewarded to us by the lord!"

"Oh? Then you brought the pig, do you want to stew it? Or do you want to braise it?" Marklove stretched his muscles and prepared to work, obviously guessing everyone's intentions.

After all, more than 100 strong men dragged a pig here, they definitely didn't come to show off in front of me, they must be hungry and wanted to eat this second senior brother.

"It's all right, it depends on your improvisation, bro~ We'll just wait and eat!" Master Chief Muller waved his hand to signal the soldiers behind to carry the pig over.

As a senior cook, I don't like to be bound by rules and regulations. It is the best to bring ingredients and let yourself be free!

"Okay! No problem! Then put the pig on the scale first, and I'll see how much meat can be produced from this end~" Makarov turned around and spread the kitchen utensils on the table. He thought that the apprentices would come to help when they heard the sound. I never thought that these people were lazily lying on the table, even if they didn't work much today, they still looked tired.

Uncle Makarov was so angry that he kicked the apprentices who were sleeping and reminded: "Don't sleep! Is it so tiring for 10 people to cook three meals for 200 people a day? Get me up !"

Complaining about such a sentence, Makarov was still not satisfied, and continued to preach: "You should all kowtow to the lord! Before doing this, you would all have to beg for food on the street and wait to die!"

"Hey hey, master, here we come." The apprentices who were awakened put on their hats and got up in desperation to prepare for cooking.

After the fat pig was weighed, Makarov grinned, looked at the weight displayed on the scale, stretched his brows and turned to look at Mueller: "170 kg, really strong! The meat yield is estimated to be 70.00%. Just wait!"

"okay!"

Picking up the kitchen knife, Makarov possessed the master of cooking, and in just 5 minutes, he and his apprentices broke down the second senior brother in front of him into several parts.

"First take half a fan of pork to make grilled pork chops, remember! Roast it three times, each time it must be covered with my secret sauce, understand?"

"Look! Master, absolutely no problem!"

In the kitchen, there were a total of eleven people, and under the leadership of Uncle Makarov, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

In the dining room, the dinners for the public servants were quite sumptuous, and everyone praised them when they saw the dishes.

A sign next to it reads: Each person can share five pieces of braised pork ribs tonight!
"Hey, I have ribs to eat today!"

"Yeah, the sauce can also be used for bibimbap, which is pretty good!"

"Zi Liu. Be sure to put more sauce!"

The people who were waiting in line for a meal suddenly became interested, and they were all talking about how the ribs tasted.
(End of this chapter)