C210 retaliation

Soon, all the Manchu constables had reined in their galloping horses and made them stop.

Without any hesitation, they dismounted from their horses and knelt down beside the horse's belly. They held the water bag and pressed the gash against the horse's nipple. The stimulated horses began to secrete milk in a steady stream.

After the horse's milk had been secreted quite a bit, those Tarantula did not care about the smell of the unboiled milk either, so they drank it all in one go.

Feeling his throat dry from the long journey, his hungry stomach gradually became full. Only then did that fully clean Baylor stand up.

"Where are we now?" Looking around the vast grasslands, Baelor asked the servant beside him.

His follower was originally drinking milk, but after hearing Belo's question, he immediately put down the water bag, wiped his mouth, and said, "To reply Master Belo, this servant looks around, we should be heading towards the south. "Presumably, the Cloud County is only a few dozen more kilometers away."

"Cloud County …" After hearing about the initial sorrow of the Qing army, Belo had a complicated expression on his face.

On one hand, he was very afraid of the hulks who had previously used their weaker forces to hoist them up.

If they continued south, if they were lucky, they might be able to pass through the defenses of the clouds before the army of the Cloud County city found them.

A few months ago, according to He Heshen's information, they already knew that only the clouds to the north of the big man had troops stationed here. As for the other places, they were all empty.

Therefore, as long as they broke through the defenses of the Cloud County and penetrated deep into the interior of the Han Empire, with the mobility and concealment of a few dozen people, they could easily wander around.

They could even grab a village they didn't have time to guard and loot it. This way, they would have enough supplies to last them for a long period of time.

However, although this idea was not bad, the big man's cavalry, whether in terms of speed, fighting strength, or numbers, were far more than theirs.

If they passed through the clouds, they would indeed be able to live a good life.

But if they were intercepted by the big bloke's army...

The only thing waiting for them was death.

On the other hand, there was a group of Huns after them.

If they were caught by these fierce Huns, perhaps they would only be greeted as slaves, or thrown into the field to be cannon fodder, or toiled to death in the sheepfold — just as they had treated the prisoners of war they had captured.

"Master Belo, what should we do? "If this goes on, we might get caught by the Huns." Seeing that his master seemed to be in a daze, the retainer next to Belo reminded him.

After all, right now, as the only member of their team, Belo was their leader.

His decision would determine the fate of all of them.

"Who here understands Mongolian?" At this moment, Belo suddenly said.

"Mongolian?" Everyone looked at each other. Not long after, a few of the Tatars came out and said, "Belle, we understand Mongolian."

Hearing that so many people understood Mongolian, Belo was overjoyed.

He asked, "Do any of you understand Chinese?"

Then a few more of them came out, claiming that they knew how to be Chinese.

So Belle nodded and said, "In that case, let's rob a small tribe of Huns, or a small caravan of Chinese, near here. After we rob the tribe, we will pretend to be Mongolian merchants and enter the city. "In that case, we can at least have a foothold this winter."

"At the same time, we can take this opportunity to get rid of Xiao Wen, who was ruining our plans."

"Achoo!"

In the kitchen, Xiao Wen suddenly sneezed. Fortunately, he turned his head in time to avoid spitting saliva onto the soup and destroying it.

At this moment, all sorts of ingredients were placed in the kitchen.

Among them, the leader is a good, clean old hen. As an old turtle, he only needed to look at the quality of this old hen in time to know that this old hen didn't need to add any ingredients. As long as he boiled the chicken in water for a few hours, he would be able to cook a pot of delicious chicken soup.

In addition, on the stove, there were also soaked hair, dried shellfish, and washed ham, hooves, and ribs.

Under Zhou Xian's control, these ingredients were separately placed into different types of boiling water pots to be boiled to remove blood and impurities.

Then, Xiao Wen saw Zhou Xian fish out the ingredients and wash them before putting them into the big pot. Then he added water, ginger, and spring onion. After boiling the ingredients, he added the wine and started to boil them.

At the same time, on the chopping board was a piece of chicken breast meat that the fitness lovers of his past life ate the most.

Because the chicken breast was the ground chicken breast, Xiao Wen knew that the quality of the meat was even higher than that of the chicken breast meat used to feed the later generations.

Xiao Wen felt that as long as those guys who blew away the chicken's meat quality was better than those who feed the chicken and ate a mouthful of boiled ground chicken's breast, they would be able to change their previous thoughts.

After all, the fodder chicken was indeed completely overpowered by the tender and plump meat.

In addition, there was a piece of lean meat on the chopping board.

Because boiled cabbage needs lean pork, no fat is allowed. However, the pigs of this era were raised in fat. Whoever dared to hit the lean meat essence would definitely not be able to sell the pigs.

As a result, Xiao Wen chose the thinnest part of the pig, the midriff.

Xiao Wen knew that the heat from the pork tenderloin was around 150 calories per 100 grams, which was about the same as the chicken breast and beef.

As a result, when Xiao Wen was exercising in his previous life, he also used the Pig Ribs as a substitute for beef and chicken breast.

After all, chicken breast meat was more or less bad, and beef was too expensive.

Whether it was the taste or the price, the pork tenderloin was in between.

Therefore, this could be considered as a good choice.

"Let me chop the meat!" Looking at the two pieces of meat, Xiao Wen rolled up his sleeves and volunteered.

"Yes." Zhou Xian nodded. She knew that although Xiao Wen didn't learn to eat often, his cooking skills were actually higher than hers. Who knew where he had learned it from.

After all, Zhou Xian didn't know that Xiao Wen had changed the soul of the old turtle.

Xiao Wen picked up the kitchen knife and started cutting the pork. After he had cut the pork into vertical lines, he began to chop it up.

Zhou Xian looked at Xiao Wen's chopping and realized that even though he didn't look like he was going to chop the meat much, it had already been chopped into pieces.

"Heh heh!" There were many things in the modern era that were stronger than the ancient era. Cooking and knife skills were no exception. In the 21st century, we have improved our knife skills through mathematical geometry, so naturally, our efficiency is much better than the brainless cutting methods of ancient times. " Feeling Zhou Xian's surprised gaze, Xiao Wen thought proudly in his heart.