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After that, everyone has already poured into the canteen. It is impossible to have a canteen capable of accommodating 3,000 people this year. The assassins discovered that the canteen is divided into zones. In this area they work, there are only about seven or eight. A hundred prisoners of war, the rest should be in other areas.

The assassin leader looked around, but he didn't even see Madara. It seems that he was assigned to a dining hall in another district.It seems that it is impossible to pick up the head while eating. You can only wait until the free time after eating, and talk to him in the open space outside.

"Where can I get the food?" an assassin asked the prisoner next to him.

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

When the assassins looked at the plate, they thought: a poor plate, it seems that the food will not be any better, it should be the grade for cattle.

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

The assassins couldn't help sighing: "This plate is terrible, I feel that the food distributed here will not be better than that of cattle."

As soon as these words were spoken, the vanguard prisoners of war next to them looked at them with weird eyes. They would not speak for a while. After a long time, a prisoner of war whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, what we are eating here It’s no worse than the little nobles in the desert kingdom."

"Huh?" The assassins wondered if there was a problem with their ears: "What did you say?"

The prisoner of war said: "I said, what we are eating here is noble meal!"

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

An assassin seriously reminded the prisoner of war: "I said you have a bad brain? 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 here as prisoners of war..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the fastest prisoners of war who had returned their dinner and passed in front of the assassins with their meal plates.

On the crude iron plate, there was a bread, two boiled potatoes, two greens, and a cup, which 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 potatoes are not important anymore. There are only those two green vegetables, which is so piercing!This...this thing is in the desert kingdom, only the green state can produce so little, and that little vegetable is all noble lords, where is the turn of ordinary people to eat?

Ordinary people just eat the pie!Even if the food is improved occasionally, that is, to eat some lamb or camel meat to celebrate the festival, no one is eligible to eat green vegetables.

"My Fake!" an assassin couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "I'm dazzled, hell."

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

"This is actually food for prisoners of war?" Even the assassin leader who has always been calm and sensible can't help but wipe a sweat: "I haven't even eaten this food several times."

The leader of the assassin does not have a noble title yet, and the green vegetable is occasionally mixed with the big people when eating, and it is usually not often eaten.

The assassins thought: What's wrong?

A prisoner of war laughed and said, “It’s not surprising that there are green vegetables. The Gran Kingdom is not a desert after all. Growing green vegetables here is as difficult as our desert kingdom. Besides, you haven’t seen Godfather’s miracle. I opened the snow and sowed on the frozen soil below. The next day...the whole greens of the hillside grew up. The first time I saw it, I almost peeed my pants."

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

The vanguard prisoner of war said with a bitter face: "I can't help but scream after seeing what he has done too much. Okay, well, it was my fault. I called him Robert. Is this all right? Newcomer, let me tell you. Say, this Robert farming is too cruel. If you plant it today and harvest it tomorrow, everything that can grow in the field is completely worthless in his hands. Green vegetables are nothing? Let me tell you, my dinner plate is really valuable. Yes, it is the soy milk in this cup."

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

"The beans are really nothing great, and the beans are ground into a pulp." The prisoner said in a serious manner: "But, add sugar in it, oh oh oh, that's terrible, but the nobles of our desert kingdom may not have a chance. I can eat it, but here we can eat sweet soy milk once every five days, hahaha, once every five days! Hahaha!"

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

No need to say how precious sugar is!More valuable than vegetables, even harder than gold!

This is something that even the nobles of the desert kingdom dare not eat casually, because eating a bite of candy is a bite of gold, and the family can't stand it.

Unexpectedly, did the people here melt the sugar 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 try it with my own mouth.

An assassin hurriedly squeezed 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 pan, and then said: "Next!"

His expression was indifferent, he seemed to be doing very ordinary things, and he didn't have the prudence when distributing food.

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

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

"Oh? Did you lose a piece?" The prison guards said, "Wasting food is really bad. If you don't mind picking up something on the ground to eat, that piece of potato will be given to you. Pick it up."

The assassin was overjoyed, squatted down quickly, picked up the broken potato and placed it in his iron plate. The potato was stained with the mud and sand on the ground, but the assassin didn’t care. He ate the sand-wrapped surface in the desert kingdom. I don’t know how many times there are pie, this is not a problem at all.

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

"Cut, Godfather planted it and I gave it to you. Why do you thank the God of the Desert?" The guard said with dissatisfaction, "I didn't understand it when I was in the church before. After listening to Godfather's words, more and more The more I feel that something is wrong, the gods have cut off all the efforts we humans make, making it seem that they are all given to us. In fact, it is our own hard work."

The assassin pretended not to hear the complaint. Now he is unable to defend his gods, so he can only return to the prisoner of war pile with the iron plate. First of all, he picked up the cup of soy milk and snorted coldly: "I don't mean it. I believe someone will give the sugar to the prisoners of war. If the soy milk is sweet, I will show you a striptease."

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

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In the open space in front of the prison cafeteria, there was an assassin dancing naked.

Left three circles, right three circles, twisted neck, twisted butt...

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

So, as long as human beings can eat and wear warm clothes, where can they hang around?

Only the assassin leader was not in the mood. He fumbled and searched among the crowd, and finally found the general of the vanguard, Madara.

While observing the prison guards in the distance, the assassin leader cautiously approached Madara and made sure that no guards were monitoring them. Then he whispered: "General Madara, hello, I am the spy of the main force. , And Captain Assassin."

"Oh?" Madara fixed his eyes on the assassin dancing naked, clapping his hands and matching the rhythm of the naked dance. More than three thousand prisoners of war clapped together and hummed ancient desert folk songs.

After taking two shots, he whispered: "What do you want to say when you come to me? Are you breaking out of prison?"

"Yes!" the assassin leader whispered: "I am good at sneaking, landing silently, and know all kinds of flashing footwork. If I want to escape, there is 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 Westwind Town, and even the information of Robert, and give it to the East Army Commander ."

Madara shook his head and sighed: "Don't be silly, you can't get out! You don't know how terrible these three hundred prison guards are. My men have tried various escape methods, but they can't They took one off their hands."

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

Madara smiled bitterly and said: "These three hundred people plus the blessing of the king, there is no suspense in slinging over three thousand of us. I really don't think we have any chance."