Be a master through ancient times

The soldiers who carried the water came back soon. They put the water at the door of the kitchen and asked the soldiers to carry it in.As soon as he finished shouting, a gang leader came over, bent down silently, and lifted two buckets of water with rough hands covered with veins and walked in.

The soldier scratched his head, always feeling something weird, but couldn't put it into words.At this time, they had other tasks and needed to gather quickly, so he didn't think too much about it and left directly.And his partner didn't feel that there was anything wrong from the beginning to the end.

After the gang leader went in, he poured water into several pots and stirred it with the washed rice. After a while, the delicious breakfast was cooked.He beat a drum hanging on the wall, and soon soldiers came with buckets, and they distributed food in teams.

The soldiers in charge of distributing food today were exceptionally silent. The soldiers didn't have a good rest all night, and they lost the heart to greet each other, and hurried away with the food belonging to their own team.

The soldiers who had been given food sat on the ground with bowls and began to eat.The long military career made them eat very fast. Fortunately, the kitchen and the camp were separated by a certain distance, so the food was not so hot when it was brought over.

After about a quarter of an hour, someone clutched his stomach and rushed to a bush, and quickly untied his belt to release himself.Before he could show a comfortable expression, the next abdominal pain struck again.More and more Japanese people got into the bushes, and there was a bad smell everywhere, and there were words like "Baga" and "Baga" from time to time.

This situation was quickly noticed by the generals above. Since the food they ate was delivered separately by another kitchen, these people were lucky not to taste the taste of croton powder.Even the constipated donkeys of the production team would not dare to eat so much of this powerful medicinal powder at one time.

"Someone poisoned the food!"

"Notify the general immediately."

They ran towards the general's camp, but were stopped by soldiers outside, saying that no one was allowed to enter until the general got up.The two Japanese repeatedly stated that they had something very important to report, and that person set off to go inside.As soon as the tent door was opened, a thunderous snore came from behind the screen.Their general was still immersed in a dream, even if he pushed him in the past, he couldn't wake him up.

In addition to the general, the few who accompanied the banquet last night also fell into a drowsy sleep. After being stimulated by the cold water and forced to open their eyes, they would stick together again after a few breaths.

"Ba Ga! The general must have been deceived too. Where are those two Wei people? This must be their conspiracy!" A grim-looking captain pulled out the long knife from his waist and said through gritted teeth.

"Tian Jian-kun, Fujiwara-kun is not from the Great Wei." Another captain reminded.

"Who knows!" The man insisted on his opinion, and rushed over there with a knife in his hand.But when he got there, he heard the guarding soldiers say that the two people in the camp had been sleeping since yesterday and hadn't come out.Some people opened it just now, but they were still lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully.

The Japanese holding the knife reluctantly returned the knife to his waist.

"If it wasn't for them, then who would be the poisoner?"

They realized that there must be something wrong with the kitchen, so they took a few more people and ran towards the kitchen.The door of the kitchen was wide open, and there was no one in the mess.Finally, it was a soldier who saw a strip of cloth in the woodpile, and opened the woodpile curiously—several people wearing only middle coats were thrown inside with their hands and feet tied, and their mouths were stuffed. He took off the rag, and when he saw them, he let out a happy "woo hoo".

"Where did they go?" Shan Jian roughly pulled out the rag, his eyes full of resentment.

"I don't know." The man shook his head. "We only know that there are four of them, and they have been lurking here early in the morning. We were attacked just after we cleaned the rice."

The clue was interrupted at this point, and the mountain led the people back to the vicinity of the camp.The medics from the barracks were already there, and luckily they hadn't had breakfast yet, so they escaped.Unfortunately, these soldiers were not poisoned at all, but were given a strong laxative, and there was nothing they could do but wait for the effects to wear off.

Looking at the dizzy soldiers all over the floor, the mountains under the sun suddenly felt cold all over their bodies. This feeling of being out of control was like an invisible opponent who had been watching them all the time.

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At the same time, the soldiers guarding several large ships on the beach saw someone approaching with a wooden barrel from a distance.There was a scent in the barrel, which made the soldiers who stood on guard all night feel hungry.

A pair of big hands covered with veins silently distributed the food for everyone, and those who got the food sat on the ground and ate voraciously.Those who didn't get any food waited anxiously, their eyes occasionally swept over the silent gang leader, and then moved to the wooden barrel without looking twice.

Among a group of people anxiously waiting for food, there was a Japanese man who behaved very strangely.He has been staring at the gang leaders, neither queuing nor eating.That probing look seemed to be looking at something incredible.

The moment the gang leader who was distributing the food straightened up, the Japanese suddenly screamed: "They are not gang leaders!"

The Japanese who heard the voice turned to look at him blankly. Wasn't it the guy who brought them food?Who is that?

Some smart people also realized that these people are indeed not gangsters!Their barracks have always been assigned positions according to their strength. Because the leader of the gang is not valued and has almost no possibility of meritorious service, the shortest and weakest person is usually appointed.The few people in front of them are not to mention tall, but just by looking at their hands, it can be seen that they are some Lianjiazi.

After being called to reveal their identities, the expressions of these people changed, and the aura around them also changed accordingly.

The Japanese people dropped the food in their hands, held the long knives around their waists, and slowly surrounded them...