Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 87 The Benefits of Being Earlier
With his back to the corpse, the fat officer's face was as dark as steel: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhang Ang couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He didn't expect that he was just the director of Huotouying, and he turned out to be a master-level master. With just a flash of his palm, the little spy was dead on the spot.

After deliberating his words, Zhang Ang replied: "Originally we were all sleeping in the boiler room, and he was sleeping next to me, but he got up sneakily and slipped out after sleeping in the middle of the night. I am a light sleeper. , He woke me up as soon as he moved. I saw that he was sneaky in actual combat, not like a good person, so I followed him secretly. Who knew he was a spy and wanted to poison the water tank, so I told him He's fighting."

The fat officer looked at the long bag on the ground, then examined the body of the little man, raised his head, stared at Zhang Ang and said, "It does look similar to what you said, but can you tell me, the body in your hand Where did that sword come from? I don't remember when you came with a sword."

Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Ang's head. After hesitating for a long time, he stammered and found an excuse: "This, this, I am more afraid. If this city is broken, I want to have some self-protection power, so, just Ask someone to bring it in, and usually hide it in the firewood pile."

"Oh? Who brought you in?" The fat officer asked again.

"This, this..." Zhang Ang did this for a long time, but nothing came out of it.

"Forget it, it seems that you are seriously injured, and this time it is considered a meritorious service, so I will not pursue it, let's go down and heal your injuries." Seeing Zhang Ang's embarrassed look, the fat officer finally waved his hand, waved Retire him.

After finally applying good medicine and bandaging the wound, the sky is already dawning, and a new day of offensive is about to begin.

At this time, a soldier of the Fire Army in leather armor ran over: "You don't have to go back to the boiler room to bake bread in the future, and follow me to the city wall to deliver food!"

"Ah?" Zhang Ang was stunned: "I have done meritorious service. I helped you catch the poisoned spy. How could you treat me like this? Isn't this sending me to die?"

"That's what the order is. It's just delivering a meal, and it's not going to fight on the city wall. It's not as dangerous as you think." The soldier comforted.

"I don't agree, I want to see the officer!" Zhang Ang shouted.

"It's useless for you to shout. This order was issued by the officer himself. No matter what, it's better than sending you to be cannon fodder! Put on your clothes quickly and follow me to deliver breakfast!" The soldier ordered with a look of disgust.

The situation was stronger than others, so Zhang Ang had no choice but to put on his clothes and follow him out.

There were many people who sent food to the city wall, and the food they sent was different. Zhang Ang and the soldier sent thick soup.

Four tin buckets, two for each person, sent the steaming thick soup to the city wall. The tin bucket was not too big, but it was full of soup when filled.

"Okay, hurry up with me." The leather armor soldier ordered again.

"Ah, it's still early, their bread hasn't been baked yet, why are we sending the soup up so early?" Zhang Ang pointed to the boiler room next to him.

"Come with me if you don't want to die. It's better to be early! Go!" The leather armored soldier looked impatient.

There was no other way, so Zhang Ang had no choice but to carry two tin buckets and follow him up the city wall from the stone steps not far from the camp.

The city wall is very wide, about 2 feet wide, and there are bloodstains on the ground. Groups of soldiers are resting against the wall. Many people are injured, but they don't seem to be seriously injured. They must be seriously injured. They should have all been carried off the city wall.

Some of them were resting their eyes with their eyes closed, some were cleaning their weapons, some were arranging their bandages and armor, some buried their heads in their knees, not sure if they were sleeping or what they were doing.

When Zhang Ang and the others went up to the city wall, this was what they saw.

The soldier in leather armor knocked on the tin bucket and shouted: "The soup is here, the soup is here, everyone, take out the bowls."

Hearing his words, the soldiers on the city wall visibly cheered up. They took out iron bowls from behind and moved over.

Under the command of the soldier, Zhang Ang and him took a spoonful of thick soup one by one with an iron spoon. During this period, it was inevitable to hear complaints from the soldiers:
"Ah, it's fish soup again. There are not many fish, and I don't know how to add more salt and dry flour. This soup is so delicious."

"Be content, I didn't give you boiled water, it's good, little brother, give me another spoonful."

"The soup is here, why is the bread still not there?"

"Oh, Bill was sitting with me and drinking soup yesterday morning, and today we're gone. Oh, this damn war."

"Yeah, I don't know when it will be a head."

"It seems that the British will not stop today. I don't know how many people will die."

"These bloody Brits!"

Zhang Ang remembered that Albert's gang also came to the north gate, but Zhang Ang did not find them when they walked through this section of the city wall.

It can't be all gone, but Albert should be fine with the escape star, Zhang Ang comforted himself silently.

Not long after, they arrived in front of a turret, where officers and martial arts masters were resting. Zhang Ang and the leather armored soldier walked in and opened another metal bucket.

The soup inside is obviously more delicious. In the milky white soup, there are small pieces of mushrooms and chicken breast one after another, and the faint aroma of butter and cheese permeates, which greatly increases the appetite.

Naturally, the military officers and strong men would not eagerly reach out to ask for it. It was Zhang Ang and the others who served them. They brought over bowls, carefully poured the soup into the bowls, and then lifted the bowls and handed them to them. .But also be careful: "Just made it, be careful not to burn it."

After handing them over one by one, within reason and unexpectedly, Zhang Ang saw a familiar person, that was D'Artagnan.

Compared with the original blond, blue-eyed, heroic and resolute handsome man, the current d'Artagnan looks haggard, with a stubble on his chin, disheveled hair, blood on his face, and many scars on his black armor. Broken, only his eyes, which seemed to be burning with endless flames, were full of fighting spirit and hatred, like the spear in his hand, releasing a fierce aura.

Zhang Ang forced himself to calm down, held the soup steadily and handed it over, and said in a low voice: "Master Musketeer, please drink the soup, be careful of it being hot."

D'Artagnan didn't answer, but took the soup bowl mechanically and drank it.

Zhang Ang turned around and was about to leave, but dArtagnan's hoarse voice came from behind: "Wait, turn around, have we met before?"

Zhang Ang turned around stiffly, and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Your Excellency is talking about me? This, I have seen your heroic appearance from a distance before."

D'Artagnan looked at Zhang Ang carefully, and then waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, I mistook the person, you go to work."

Zhang Ang was shocked by D'Artagnan's keen intuition: I wear a human skin mask, you can feel it, this sixth sense is really scary.

After distributing soup, Zhang Ang and his partner went down the city wall from the other side, but just a few steps down, they heard the bell ringing crazily.

The British have begun to attack the city!

And not far from them, two Huotou soldiers were standing on the stone steps carrying a basket of bread, unable to advance or retreat.

(End of this chapter)