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

Chapter 223 Betting on Dogs
Zunhua.

Huang Taiji looked at the letter in his hand with a smile on his face. His guess was correct. Emperor Chongzhen would indeed agree to join forces with him, but there were certain conditions for this partnership.

Let him and his army withdraw five hundred miles as a sign of good faith.

"Five hundred miles, Grand Master, this emperor is too insincere. The Kitchen King is obviously in his territory and poses the greatest threat to him. He should be the one begging us to negotiate. Why should we withdraw from Five Hundred Miles?" Here."

A bearded general said somewhat unconvinced.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Emperor is a little too ambitious. How many warriors died before we conquered the land? Why do we have to retreat and give it to them?"

Abatai looked angry.

But when he spoke, the generals in the tent looked at him with strange expressions.

These generals had never met the Kitchen King.

They just heard that Abate went south with six thousand cavalry.

Even if a hundred people face six thousand rushing pigs, they will still have to break several bones and tendons.

The Ming Dynasty, which is as big as Nuo, is connected with Mongolia in the north, Jiaozhi in the south, and the land is thousands of miles north and south, and thousands of miles east and west.

But not much.

"Don't worry, the wolves on the grassland will not take it lightly even when hunting dying animals."

"Why are you looking at me like this? If it were you dealing with the Stove King, you would end up like this."

Although there was some cleverness in his words, he knew Abatai's strength. The fact that Kitchen King could destroy Abatai so easily meant that the opponent must be very strong, so he wanted more people.

As if he noticed the gazes of the generals, Abate suddenly showed an angry expression on his face.

Batulu stretched out five fingers towards Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji's prestige was unmatched. He made a decision without anyone standing up to refute it.

"Master, there is no need to join forces with Emperor Chongzhen. Give me 10,000 people and ask Emperor Chongzhen to let me go south. I will capture the Kitchen King!"

But Abate led 6,000 cavalry, but the opponent did not suffer any casualties.

The reason why they were able to conquer the important towns of the Ming Dynasty was that on the one hand they had strong troops and strong horses, but on the other hand the Ming Dynasty had serious internal problems. Not only the peasant armies in various places revolted, but there were also problems within the Ming Dynasty and the court.

It is enough to show that the Kitchen King is indeed powerful, and it is also powerful in a discontinuous manner, just like the gap between an adult and a baby. Otherwise, there would not be zero casualties on either side.

Unless tens of thousands of people attack the Kitchen King together, they will all fail.

The most powerful things of the Ming Dynasty were firstly their firearms and secondly their solid cities.

"For the alliance, the most we can provide are soldiers and horses," Huang Taiji knew very well that they were inferior to the Ming Dynasty in terms of firepower and military ration reserves, and the only things they could provide to the Ming Dynasty were sergeants and horses.

"Rectify the army."

If you want to go south, you can do it anytime.

Huang Taiji said. After all the generals in the tent left, Huang Taiji turned and looked behind him. Behind him hung a map of the Ming Dynasty.

Less than a hundred people were killed by the Kitchen King, and no one was left alive.

Can't take it.

Although Fucheng is not as good as the capital city, it is almost impossible to capture it without spending a single soldier, but Kitchen King can.

"Abatai, I admired you originally, but after you said this, I feel that you are a coward who will make excuses for failure," Batulu, with a beard on his face, looked at Abatai and said .

They had defeated several cities in a row, and even retreating five hundred miles only gave up one of the cities. They were still within the Ming Dynasty's defense line.

Many of them participated in the initial battle to attack the capital.

After taking over the Kitchen King, Ming Dynasty was naturally at their mercy.

Moreover, the Kitchen King's soldiers and horses will not suffer any losses.

Batulu patted his chest and said, what he said made the corners of Abatai's eyes twitch. I just said that if I give you 10,000 soldiers, you can easily take down the Kitchen King. Isn't it you?

"What a beautiful place," he stretched out his hand and touched the map with a look of intoxication on his face. He took down the Stove King and it all belonged to him.

Huang Taiji said calmly, "Stop, this matter is settled, we will retreat five hundred miles."

They also know how difficult it is to attack the capital's city.

They all bowed their hands and responded.

Huang Taiji looked at the faces of the generals and said, "When dealing with the Kitchen King, you must not be careless. Don't think that Abatai is a fool. Six thousand people were lost, but the other party did not die or injure a single person."

Huang Taiji took a deep breath. They had been plotting the land of the Ming Dynasty for many years, and they couldn't give up just because a Kitchen King suddenly appeared.

They couldn't figure out how to achieve such a casualty ratio.

"The Stove King is very powerful. He captured several cities in the Ming Dynasty, and many of them were not even killed."

Abata clenched his fists.

He was certain that almost no one could deal with the Kitchen King with a small number of soldiers.

And he also specifically added conditions for Emperor Chongzhen to let him go south.

When Huang Taiji said this, some generals changed their expressions.

And the other party has not suffered any casualties.

In fact, the Ming Dynasty was higher than them in terms of wealth and the sophistication of weapons.

Huang Taiji knew this very well, "If we build a country in the future, we must hold the power tightly in our hands." Huang Taiji took a deep breath. The Han people are indeed a powerful nation.

There is a lot for them to learn.

Only such a magical land can produce people like the Kitchen King.

Henan Fucheng.

The civilians were knocking on the Fucheng city. This city had not been repaired for many years. Although it looked majestic, it was full of holes.

The city has changed from its chaotic appearance in the past and turned into a neat street market.

There are many stalls selling sweet potato leaves and roasted sweet potatoes on the road. Those who can live in the city now are basically working in the city for industry and business.

Many people are very interested in this roasted sweet potato. After all, they also have a sweet potato field outside the city. It is growing happily and is full of green leaves.

They also want to know what the things they plant will look like when they grow.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, someone was beating gongs and drums, and everyone looked in the direction where the gongs and drums were coming from. It was a man wearing a militia uniform.

Tie-dyed clothes that don’t look exquisite but are neat. “The Stove King has opened a porridge shed in the north of Fucheng! In addition, there will be soldiers from heaven to dine!”

"The Heavenly Soldiers are going to have a new meal again!~"

The militiamen who were beating gongs and drums said with a look of envy on their faces, the heavenly soldiers had a new meal for the heavenly soldiers.

And he has not yet become a heavenly soldier.

The main reason is that his physical fitness is not very good, and he doesn't fight many battles, so he can't do it even if he wants to fight for merit.

Really, there is such a rare thing in the world.

The soldier tried his best but had no chance.

After hearing the words of the militiamen, the people became excited and came to give porridge.

Secondly, in the second half of the sentence, the Kitchen King will transform into countless foods.

There are countless people watching when ordinary people perform tricks, not to mention when gods directly demonstrate magical skills.

After the Kitchen King entered the city, they had heard the story about the Stove King countless times from the scholar.

Whenever the heavenly soldiers want to get new meals, the Kitchen King will give porridge and show the people in the world how the heavenly soldiers eat like gods.

The euphemistic name is to encourage people all over the world to join the army enthusiastically.

The people in the city took advantage of the countless streets and alleys. They were like water droplets scattered everywhere, gradually gathering into a huge river and rushing out of the city.

The porridge shed outside the city is already fragrant.

But almost everyone's attention was focused on the man sitting on the roof of the sacred car.

Liu Zhenhua looked at the heavenly soldiers arrayed and running in the distance. Standing here is much better than riding on a horse.

The heavenly soldiers were arranged neatly, and the high-intensity training made them as neat as the troops during the military parade.

After what happened to the two people who were selling Heavenly Soldier Meals last time, the Heavenly Soldiers cherished these two words on their bodies even more and trained harder.

After the heavenly soldiers arrived, the people in the city also came out one after another.

Then they stood in the area designated by the militiamen. They all looked at the mighty heavenly soldiers and the huge sacred chariot in the distance.

"This is a car that only exists in the sky. It can travel three thousand miles a day."

"It's awesome. If only I could sit on it, it would be worth my while."

"Haha, it's all worth it to die. You saw the widow in the east of the city saying the same thing, 'Oh, if only I could go in, it would be worth my death.'"

"Aunt Kaunen."

The people were talking a lot.

"quiet!"

Some soldiers shouted in unison.

The chaotic people gradually calmed down.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure who slowly stood up.

That is the Kitchen King.

The common people whispered that some of them had seen the Stove King walking down the street in the city. He was young and handsome, and I don't know how many little girls were thinking about him.

I want to tell the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl with the Stove King.

"Long live the Kitchen King! Long live the Kitchen King!"

Heavenly soldiers, the militiamen chanted.

Immediately afterwards, the people also cheered.

The Kitchen King gave them a lot of favors, dividing the land equally, registering grain, giving them free sweet potato seeds, and teaching them how to grow sweet potatoes.

Who doesn’t miss the kindness of the Stove King?

They wanted to shout "long live long live long live long live" to those emperors who didn't get a cent from them, but they all wanted to shout "ten thousand live long live" to the Kitchen King who was so kind to them in front of them.

The cheers were like waves.

Liu Zhenhua was smiling and waving his hands in circles. What a simple person. If you take them into your heart, they will lift you up high.

Listening to the cheers, Liu Zhenhua felt that if he died suddenly now, if the people revolted, they would probably use his name, and the existing rebels would probably fight for the legitimate title of Kitchen King. Fight.

After all, in the three provinces of Shaanxi, Shandong, and Henan, the reputation of the Kitchen God is better than anything else.

The common people also recognize this.

Just like if the Ming Dynasty was wiped out by the Qing Dynasty, there would still be people who would rebel in the name of resisting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty a hundred years later.

People in this land have always valued a famous teacher and orthodox inheritance.

Liu Zhenhua pressed his hand downward.

"quiet!"

The cheers that shook people's eardrums finally stopped.

"Today, our soldiers have trained hard and fought bravely. In the world, four cities and thirteen counties have been brought under our control."

Liu Zhenhua's voice was loud, even louder than before, but at the same time it was loud and somewhat muffled, with a huge echo.

If you look carefully, you can see that the sacred car under the Kitchen King's feet is vibrating, the generator is working, and the speakers are working.

The loud sound made the people's hearts tremble.

The same is true for the heavenly soldiers.

"The Stove King's divine power has improved again!"

"The voice is louder."

The heavenly soldiers have almost acquiesced that Liu Zhenhua's supernatural power is in a gradual recovery process.

For example, the magic weapon transformed by Kitchen King in the past was just a stick.

The back became swords and guns.

At the back are magic weapons that can snipe enemies from a distance, as well as powerful Maxim machine guns.

Now there is a magic car.

Sure enough, what the Kitchen King said about the reincarnation of gods was true.

The immortal reincarnated, lost his divine power, and slowly recovered it.

"Therefore, there is a new addition to the Heavenly Soldier Dinner!"

Liu Zhenhua's words fell to pieces.

Everyone cheered again.

"Long live the Kitchen King! Long live the Kitchen King!"

The militiamen were full of envy, wondering when it would be their turn.

The people were full of envy, they could eat it anytime.

It's a pity that the Kitchen King doesn't recruit troops much anymore.

"If I sneak into the enemy city, wait until the Kitchen King attacks the city, and rebel, wouldn't I be able to become a natural soldier?" Suddenly this idea came to someone's mind.

When the Kitchen King attacked Fucheng in Henan, they heard about it. Those who rebelled on the city wall would be rewarded for killing people, and those who had meritorious service would be the heavenly soldiers.

They followed and took credit and helped the Stove King take the city, wouldn't it be a step ahead of others.

This is an opportunity to change your destiny.

Kitchen King is so powerful.

If they do this, they have a good chance of surviving.

If he survives, he will make a lot of money and change the fate of three generations, which is no less than having a small official in the family.

"Just do it."

There are not many people who think this way.

After all, China has a large population, and countless individuals have the same ideas when they collide.

They looked to the left and right. They couldn't do this kind of thing by themselves. They had to call others to join them. In this way, when the time came to rebel together, the probability of survival would be higher.

Some people immediately walked towards the people they knew around them and told them this idea.

Some people were surprised, some shook their heads, but most of them followed them.

These people didn't even drink the free porridge they were waiting for, and headed towards other cities around Fucheng.

There is no need to think about small counties. When the Kitchen King comes, these small counties will open their doors and surrender.

Only Fucheng will resist for a while.

There will never be a shortage of dog gamblers in the world, and there are quite a few such people.

The militiamen who maintained order were confused when they saw so many people leaving. Free porridge was about to be distributed. Why were these people leaving?

Could it be that a big business doesn't need these porridges?

But there were probably too many people leaving, at least hundreds of people.

However, the militiamen didn't think much about it. They were responsible for maintaining order, as long as these people didn't cause trouble. Besides, no one was so bold when the Kitchen King was here.

Liu Zhenhua made a new heavenly soldier meal without any ink marks directly in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)