Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Sweet food and strong drinks were the favorite food of the people in the cold region. Russian had no resistance to this kind of food at all, bag after bag of sugar was cut by bayonets, black sugar, white sugar and sugar flowed down like waterfalls.

The soldiers scrambled to pick up the sweet spoils of war, and each one of them could not help but grin sweetly.

"It's too delicious, it's too sweet!" My God, this is a sweet island. How can there be so much sugar here? "Moreover, this candy is so refreshing, it's completely different from what we ate before …"

"Nonsense, in the past, the sugar eaten by Lord Landlord's house was made from stewed beets. That sugar had a strange taste, and this sugar was squeezed from the sugar cane. Of course, the taste was sweeter!"

Many of the officers were small landlords. They came from small aristocratic families, so of course they knew the difference. There are only two kinds of raw materials in the world for sugar refineries: one is sugar beet and the other is sugar cane.

Because they were affected by the backward technology, it was very difficult for Russia's sugar refineries to clean up the beets and purify them, so there were a lot of impurities.

The sugar extracted from the tropical sugarcane was called sucrose. This sweet water was stored in the stem of the cane, and it had already been filtered through the root system and the cell wall. Therefore, it had a higher purity and a better taste.

In the Russia, only the true nobles could afford to eat the sugar produced in the Caribbean and South America, while the ordinary nobles and landlords could at most eat a few mouthfuls of the local sugar to satisfy their cravings.

After listening to the officer's explanation, the soldiers realized that the fields they passed by earlier were densely packed with strange plants. No wonder there were so many piles of sugar in the warehouse. They could imagine the scale of this industry just by looking at the endless cane fields.

"Damn it!" Why did God love those weak Chinese so much that he gave them islands of sweetness? We are not convinced... This island must be taken down for the tsar! From now on, we will also eat these sweet specialties … "

Just as the soldiers of the tofu factory were fiercely stuffing sugar into their mouths, an even crazier yell came out from the rum factory.

"Wine!" It was a top-grade rum! Great, praise God! Praise the tsar! "

Russian soldier who was used to drinking vodka had no resistance to this kind of sweet strong alcohol at all. They drank the alcohol like drinks, drinking bottle after bottle as if they were drinking water.

The officers were all mad with rage. This bunch of madmen could drink while giving you their backs to smoke. No matter how much you cursed, even if you threatened them with military law, they would still drink enough wine.

They were not afraid of death, nor were they afraid of hardship. They were the best warriors on the battlefield, but they were not allowed to see the wine. Even if they saw the wine, they would have to shoot him before they died.

"Bastard, how come these Chinese people have so much wine? Are they deliberately trying to seduce my soldiers? " The scolding officers did not know that the Ryukyu Islands was now the second largest rum production area after the Caribbean Sea, and all the good wine here had already been sold to Europe.

After this group of Russian soldier s finished drinking all the glass bottle s, they opened the oak barrel of rum s. A group of soldiers even drank the entire barrel of rum s into their mouths, as if they were drinking water.

More and more soldiers were pouring into the winery. In the end, there were more than a hundred people crowded around, holding a piece of candy in one hand and a bottle in the other.

However, no one noticed that behind a drainage hole in the corner of the warehouse, a pair of eyes was staring hatefully at the invaders.

"Drink, drink, these are all seasoned wine, I don't believe that so much arsenic will kill you!" It was a hidden cellar, and the entrance was very hidden. The cellar only contained vintages that were older than three years. Originally, this kind of cellar was the standard for all wineries.

But today, the underground cellar had become the hiding place for the hundreds of workers, hiding here to avoid the fierce Russian soldier.

The chaos finally broke out. With a loud crack, the bottle in the soldier's hand shattered into pieces. White foam appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his lips had already turned purple.

He clutched his throat with both hands as if a fire were burning inside and slid down his back against the wall, watching to see how little air was coming out.

The surrounding people looked at him limply falling to the ground. Just as they were about to ask, a fire suddenly ignited in their stomachs. Some people even vomited from the pain.

"Poison!" There was poison in the wine! "Damnit, we've fallen into a trap …"

"Ambush here, there must be an ambush here, hurry up and search …"

No one dared to drink anymore. The newcomers carried the poisoned soldiers out to the square, then rushed into every room and began their own search.

The wine cellar was not a dark room. Sooner or later, he would be able to find it. "Look, there are air vents on the ground …" There must be something strange down there! "

The secret door was opened and the winery worker who was hiding was found. The furious Russian soldier went up and shot a bunch of bullets everywhere, leaving behind about 10 people who were killed with bayonets. The remaining workers were pulled out and gathered in the plaza.

The officer with a gloomy face shouted, while Translator beside him also roared hysterically, "Was it you who poisoned him? Who is the leader among you? "Speak …"

"You don't want to tell me, right? You, you, you, you … You three, come out! Men, hang these three! "

The hundred workers in the square were all excited. They rushed up to protect the three workers, but under the threat of the bayonet, no one was able to resist.

The three workers were tied up with a rope and hung it on the flagpole. Everyone watched as their legs twitched non-stop, and soon after, they stopped moving.

"Who wants to die now? Answer my question now! Was there even an army of Xiao Letian on this island? Where were they hiding? Tell me where... Otherwise, these three will be your fate! "

Hatred had already become irreconcilable. The corpses on the ground proved that the hatred was like a God from the Pacific Ocean. All the workers sneered at Russian soldier. "Fuck you!"

The officer was stunned, he did not expect this group of laborers to be so tough! Didn't the intelligence say that all Chinese were like sheep? In order to live, they were willing to become anyone's slave. Qing Dynasty had ruled over them for 200 years, so didn't they have to obediently follow their lead?

"Aren't you afraid of death? "Fine, I'll let you know what pain is!"

"Fire! Burn all the cane forests, and anyone will be able to push him into the fire to roast him without even opening his mouth! "

The high level rum in the warehouse was smashed into the cane forest, and the alcohol ignited the blue flames instantly engulfed the entire cane forest. The officer pointed to a small worker and asked, "If you want to live, tell me where the army is! Otherwise, you will be the barbecue on this fire! "

"Pui!" "F * ck your mother …" Without saying a word, the little guy flew towards the center of Company Commander's brows with a mouthful of phlegm.

The officer was fuming. "Burn him to death!" "Push him in for me …" Two strong soldiers grabbed the Chinese worker and threw him into the sea of fire. The screams were earth-shattering.