After the Full Level of the Profession

After finishing speaking, everyone has poured into the canteen. It is impossible to have a canteen that can accommodate 3,000 people these days. The assassins found that the canteen is divided, and there are only about seven or eight in the area where they work. Hundreds of prisoners of war, the rest should be in other areas.

The Assassin leader looked around, but he didn't see Madara. It seemed that he was assigned to eat in the cafeteria in another district. It seems that it is impossible to connect to the head while eating. You can only wait for the free time after the meal to talk to him in the open space outside.

"Where to get food?" an assassin asked the prisoner of war next to him.

"Follow me." The prisoner of war led him to the corner of the cafeteria and took out a plate, which was a very crude iron plate: "Take this plate and get the meal at the front window."

When the assassins saw this plate, they thought: What a poor plate, it seems that the food will not be much better, it should be the kind of grade for animals.

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Chapter 227 I Don't Believe This Soy Milk Is Sweet

The assassins couldn't help but sigh: "This plate is really bad, I don't think the food distributed here is better than what the animals eat."

As soon as these words were said, the vanguard prisoners of war next to them looked at them with strange eyes, and they didn't speak for a while, and after a long time, a prisoner of war whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, what we eat here. , no worse than the little nobles of the desert kingdom."

"What?" The assassins wondered if there was something wrong with their ears: "What did you say?"

The prisoner said: "I said, what we eat here is aristocratic rice!"

The assassin seriously suspected that he was hallucinating. No, no, no, he could never have hallucinations. These prisoners of war must have been brainwashed by the enemy, and they were talking nonsense.

An assassin solemnly reminded the prisoners of war: "I said are you out of your mind? Or do you know nothing about what the nobles eat? The nobles of our desert kingdom can often eat vegetables picked in the green state. You can still eat vegetables as prisoners of war here..."

Before he could finish ranting, he saw that the fastest-moving prisoners of war had already sent their dinner back and passed by the assassins with their rice plates.

On the crude iron plate, there was a piece of bread, two boiled potatoes, two pieces of green vegetables, and a cup. The cup was filled with milky white liquid, I don't know what it was.

The eyes of the assassins were immediately attracted by the two green vegetables. The bread and potatoes were not important anymore, only the two green vegetables were too dazzling! This... this thing in the desert kingdom, only the green state can produce a little bit, and that little bit of vegetables are all the nobles, where can ordinary people eat?

Ordinary people just eat the pie obediently! Even if I occasionally improve the food, that is, eat some mutton, camel meat, etc. to celebrate the festival, how can I be qualified to eat green vegetables.

"I'm Fake!" An assassin couldn't help but scolded in a low voice: "I'm dazzled, damn it."

"It's a coincidence, we are also dazzled." The assassin next to him said.

"This is actually something for prisoners of war?" Even the always calm and rational assassin leader could not help but wipe his sweat: "I haven't even eaten this thing a few times."

The leader of the assassins doesn't have a noble title yet, so green vegetables can occasionally be eaten with the bigwigs, but they can't be eaten often.

Assassins thought: What's wrong?

A prisoner of war said with a smile: "It's not surprising about green vegetables. After all, the Kingdom of Gran is not a desert. It's not as difficult to grow green vegetables as in our desert kingdom. Besides, you have never seen Godfather's miracle. In winter, digging Open the snow, sow seeds on the frozen soil below, and the next day... the whole mountainside green vegetables grow up, the first time I saw it, I almost pissed my pants."

The assassin frowned: "If you were in front of him and falsely called him Godfather to save your own life, I can understand, but when you are talking to us now, shouldn't you call him Robert? Have you already collaborated with the enemy and betrayed your country? ?"

The vanguard prisoner of war said with a bitter face: "Seeing what he has done, I can't help but scream, okay, it's my fault, I'll call him Robert, okay? New here, I'll follow you. Tell me, this Robert’s farming is too cruel. Plant it today and harvest it tomorrow. Anything that can grow in the field is completely worthless in his hands. Green vegetables are nothing? Let me tell you, my plate is really valuable. Yes, it's the soy milk in this cup."

"What is this?" The assassins stared at the cup. "It's called soy milk. As the name suggests, it should be made from beans, right? What's so great about it?"

"The beans are really nothing special, and it's nothing special to grind the beans into pulp." The prisoner of war said solemnly: "However, adding sugar in it, oh oh oh, that's great, this is not necessarily a chance for the nobles of our desert kingdom. You can eat it, but, here we can eat sweet soy milk every five days, hahaha, once every five days! Hahaha!"

When the assassins heard this, their faces changed color, candy?

There is no need to say how precious sugar is! More valuable than vegetables and tougher than gold!

This is something that even the nobles of the desert kingdom dare not eat casually, because a bite of candy is a bite of gold, and a big family can't afford to eat it like this.

Unexpectedly, did the people here actually bring sugar and melt it in soy milk for the prisoners of war to drink?

Do not! This is impossible! These two prisoners of war must be lying to me, I have to taste it with my own mouth.

An assassin rushed to the food distribution window. A lazy-faced prison guard put a piece of bread, two potatoes, two greens, and a cup of soy milk on his iron plate, and said, "Next!"

His expression was indifferent, he looked like he was doing something very ordinary, and he was not at all cautious when distributing food.

The assassin saw that when the prison guard was distributing potatoes, the spoon in his hand was stained with a piece of broken potato the size of half a ping pong ball. With the swing of the spoon, the piece of broken potato actually fell to the ground.

The assassin didn't even care about his own status, and cried out in distress: "You! You waste food. Food is a gift from God. You will be condemned by God like this."

"Oh? Did you lose a piece?" The prison guard spread his hands: "It's really not good to waste food. If you don't mind picking up something to eat on the ground, I'll give you that piece of potato, just pick it up."

The Assassin was overjoyed, and hurriedly squatted down, picked up the broken potato, and put it in his iron plate. The potato was stained with the sand on the ground, but the Assassin didn't care, and ate noodles wrapped in sand in the desert kingdom. I don't know how many times the cake is made, which is not a problem at all.

There was only joy in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh: "God of the desert! Thank you for giving me an extra piece of potato."

"Che, it was obviously grown by Godfather, and then I gave it to you, why thank the God of the Desert?" The prison guard said very dissatisfiedly: "I didn't understand it when I was in the church, but after listening to Godfather's words, I became more and more The more I feel that there is something wrong, the gods have cut off all the efforts we humans have made, making it seem like they are all given to us by him, but in fact, they are all earned by our own hard work."

The assassin pretended not to hear the complaints, and now he is powerless to defend his gods, so he can only return to the prisoner of war with the iron plate, first he picked up the cup of soy milk, and snorted coldly: "I'm not a meow. I believe that some people will give candy to prisoners of war, if this soy milk is sweet, I will show you a striptease.”

After speaking, he put the cup to his mouth, tilted his neck, and poured it in.

Chapter 228 (@_@)

In the open space in front of the prison cafeteria, an assassin was dancing naked, and he danced beautifully.

Three laps to the left, three laps to the right, twisted neck, twisted butt...

More than 3,000 other prisoners of war clapped their hands and laughed, and the cheerful atmosphere made people forget for a while that they were all prisoners of labor who had lost their personal freedom.

So, human beings, as long as they can eat enough to eat, as long as they can wear warm clothes, where can they mix or not?

Only the leader of the assassins was not in the mood. He groped in the crowd, searched, and finally found the general of the vanguard, Madara.

While observing the prison guards in the distance, the assassin leader cautiously approached Madara's side to confirm that no guards were watching them, and then he whispered: "General Madara, hello, I am a spy of the main force. , and Captain Assassin."

"Oh?" Madara's eyes were fixed on the assassin dancing naked. While clapping his hands, he matched the rhythm to the naked dance. More than 3,000 prisoners of war clapped together and hummed an ancient desert folk song.

After taking two shots, he whispered, "What do you want to say to me? Prison break?"

"Yes!" the assassin leader whispered: "I am good at sneaking, I land silently, and I know all kinds of flash-like footwork. If I want to escape, I have a great chance. I think, if your subordinates Cooperate, if you deliberately create a little confusion, I can even take you out. We can take out what we have seen and heard in West Wind Town, and even the information about Robert, and hand it over to the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Route Army. ."

Madara shook his head and sighed: "Don't be stupid, you can't get out! You don't know how terrifying these three hundred prison guards are. My subordinates have tried all kinds of escape methods, but they can't get out of the way! They got one out of their hands."

"How terrible can it be? Isn't it just three hundred people?" The assassin leader said: "We have more than three thousand people."

Madara said with a wry smile: "With these three hundred people plus the buff magic called 'Blessing of the King', there is no suspense in hanging over three thousand of us. I really don't think we have any chance."