The clothes smelled of sweat, and there were a few stains on the cuffs from unknown sources.
This was the first time that Wei Yunlan wore such clothes in his two lifetimes, but he didn't even frown. If you feel wronged even for wearing such clothes once, then wouldn't those soldiers who sacrificed their lives and fought on the front lines feel a hundred times more wronged?
She has no right to be picky.
"Manager Xu, let's hurry up." Wei Yunlan urged softly.
Manager Xu came to his senses and hurriedly imitated Wei Yunlan's actions and put on the military uniform given by the centurion on the outside.
Then he opened the curtain and walked quickly out of the tent.
"Alright?" The centurion glanced at the two of them and said, "Follow me."
After walking forward for a while, we saw a wisp of smoke rising.
The place where they are now is the cook camp in the Western Suburbs Camp. The breakfast and dinner of the entire Western Suburbs Camp are provided here.
It was evening, the busiest time in the cook camp, with soldiers coming and going in a hurry, carrying wooden buckets and bamboo baskets.
A few people happened to pass by, and Wei Yunlan leaned in to take a look. The wooden barrel was filled with milky white broth made from large bones, and the bamboo basket contained golden baked cakes.
As a few people walked by, a strong aroma of meat and wheat wafted over. Wei Yunlan and Manager Xu couldn't help but take another look.
Glancing at the two men's expressions, the centurion leading the way said with emotion, "We won the battle, and the superiors have rewarded us. The food these days is pretty good. We don't usually get such good food in the barracks."
After walking a short distance forward, there was no more smoke rising ahead. If we walked any further, we would soon be out of the cooks' camp.
Only then did the centurion stop and point to a row of wooden barrels placed against the wall not far away.
"The prisoners of war are not worthy of eating what we just saw. See that? That's what we're sending to the barbarians."
The wooden barrel was covered with a lid, so it was impossible to tell what was inside.
But even if I was more than ten steps away, I could already smell the sour smell coming from inside...
"Someone will come to take these things and deliver meals to the prisoners of war. You two can follow them. Be careful when questioning the barbarians and stay away from other people." The centurion warned in a low voice.
Wei Yunlan and Manager Xu quickly nodded and said "yes".
Soon, six military officers came out of the cook camp, wiping their mouths.
After greeting the centurion, he was about to walk over to pick up the barrel when he couldn't help but dry heave.
The retching officer in the lead swallowed his saliva and sighed, "Oh, I forgot it was my turn to do this today. If I had known, I wouldn't have eaten so much just now!"
"That's right. There's been swill in this bucket for a few days. I'm afraid even pigs won't eat it."
"Ahem." The centurion coughed lightly and interrupted everyone. "Alright, stop talking. This is for the barbarians. It's good enough if they have some food and don't starve to death."
If the imperial court had not been counting on these one thousand prisoners of war to exchange for compensation from the northern barbarians, the troops stationed in the north would have stopped supporting these barbarians long ago and would have simply killed each of them with a sword!
"Hurry up."
The centurion urged, frowning as he pointed at Wei Yunlan and Manager Xu, "What are you two doing standing there? Why don't you hurry up and catch up?"
The two of them quickly lowered their heads, each carried a bucket, and followed the end of the team.
The prisoner-of-war camp was arranged in the middle and east of the entire western suburbs camp, with the two strongest troops of the Northern Army stationed next to it.
Unlike other places in the western suburbs camp that were neat and orderly, as soon as one entered the prisoner-of-war camp, one was greeted by a foul stench.
The stench was mixed with the smell of sweat and fishy smell.
Manager Xu, who was walking at the end, frowned subconsciously. In an instant, even the smell of the泔水桶 in his hand seemed to be diluted a lot by the stench.
Wei Yunlan whispered, "The northern barbarians are vulgar and like to eat meat, so their taste is always like this."
This was not something she learned after arriving at the border. Rather, in her previous life, when the Northern Barbarian army invaded the capital, she was floating above the Jinyang Marquis' Mansion and heard what the servants in the mansion said.
I still remember that a maid in Xue Linglong's room said that the northern barbarians were "extremely ugly. Even the pig pens in the village smelled better than them!"
Ghosts have no five senses and cannot smell.
At first, Wei Yunlan thought that the nanny's words were exaggerating, but now it seems that it was not an exaggeration at all. It is obvious that she was not accurate enough.
How can a pigsty be used to describe barbarians? It should be compared to a manure pit!
But the prisoner-of-war camp does look like a pigsty.
Outside the prisoner-of-war camp, there were soldiers from two hundred households guarding it. Inside, these barbarians were imprisoned in a pen in groups of ten. Everyone had hemp ropes tied around their hands and shackles on their feet to ensure that they could neither run nor attack anyone. Even to eat, they could only kneel on the ground like pigs and put their heads into the trough.
As soon as the soldiers who came to deliver food entered the prisoner-of-war camp, the barbarians raised their heads, glared at them, and kept shouting curses.
Most of the insults were incomprehensible, but one could tell from the tone that the content was extremely vulgar.
There were also some who spoke with an accent from outside the Great Wall and shouted in a not very fluent language.
One of them looked like a barbarian general. His cheeks were sunken from hunger and he kept saying harsh words.
"Damn Yong people, for bullying us like this. One day when the Chanyu breaks through the northern gate, he will pay back today's humiliation tenfold or a hundredfold!"
"My Northern Barbarian Iron Cavalry will one day crush Dayong and pull your Emperor down from his throne!"
"We will make all the men of Dayong our slaves, and all the women of Dayong lie under our crotches!"
"Damn it." A military officer who happened to walk to the fence while carrying a wooden barrel couldn't help but walk forward and kick it.
The barbarian had his hands behind his back and shackles on his feet, but he followed the soldier's movements and leaned back to avoid the attack. Then, taking advantage of the soldier's failure to stand firmly, he suddenly stood up and bumped into the soldier's calf.
The strength of the barbarians is usually enough to match that of two Dayong people.
Caught off guard, the soldier cried out "ouch" and fell to the ground, with the slop in the wooden bucket in his hand spilled all over him.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"You Dayong's soldiers are really a bunch of rubbish!"
Seeing this, the barbarians around all grinned and laughed triumphantly.
Wei Yunlan was not far from the soldier. He had just put down the wooden barrel in his hand and was about to open the lid and pour the slop into the trough.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but clench his fists hanging at his sides, then picked up the泔水桶 on the ground and strode over.
"Waste, weakling!"
"Why don't you get up!"
"Haha, it seems that not only the women of Dayong lie under our crotches, but even the soldiers of Dayong can't help but get under our crotches?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the barbarian general felt a pain in his back.
As he was stunned, a gust of wind came towards him and knocked him to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, sticky and rancid-smelling swill poured down on their heads!
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