Zhao Muyun hid in the straw pile of Shi Gang's tent and used a triangular thorn to cut a small hole in the tent, just enough to see the two pots.
Shi Yong and Lin Feng put the grass roots that Zhao Muyun got into two large pots and stewed mutton.
At the same time, many golden naan breads were brought out from another tent. Presumably, these were also for the Tartars to eat.
I don’t know what the two thousand Dayin people usually eat, but one thing is certain, it is definitely not mutton and naan.
After a while, the Tartars came one after another!
Two bronze-armored Tartars were seen escorting a Tartar wearing a sheepskin coat, with a goatee and cunning eyes, who was walking to the front.
Behind them were more than a dozen armored Tartars.
As expected, there were two Tartars with one hundred households.
If they fought head-on, Zhao Muyun's army of one squad and the three hundred Wuhuan men would definitely not be a match for these two hundred Tatars.
Even if you win by chance, it will be a pyrrhic victory!
And this Tartar with a goatee is probably the official who came from the royal court of King Zhelan as the supervisor mentioned by Shi Gang!
Zhao Muyun only hoped that this guy would eat less and not be poisoned to death. He would be able to get some information about the royal court from him later.
The Tartar sniffed a few times, as if thinking about something.
"Haha, Lord Mahmud, today's mutton is a little different than before, it smells so good!" A bronze-armored Tartar saw this and immediately flattered him.
"Yes, yes, there seems to be a fresh fragrance of green grass!" another bronze-armored Tartar also shouted.
"The fresh scent of green grass?" The Tartar named Mahmud frowned. "Don't eat yet! Call those two chefs over!"
"Sir, what's wrong?" asked the bronze-armored Tartar in confusion.
"Who told them to put other things in the broth without permission? What if they poison us?" Mahmud's face changed.
Bronze-armored Tartar B waved his hand, and two leather-armored Tartars immediately ran over and brought Lin Feng and Shi Gang over.
"Sir, what's wrong? What did we do wrong?"
Shi Gang was already panicking at this moment, but he pretended to be calm on his face, while Lin Feng was calm and composed.
"Tell me, what did you put in the broth?" Mahmud asked sharply.
"Sir, add some spices to make the broth more fragrant!" Lin Feng rushed to answer, fearing that Shi Gang would let the cat out of the bag out of nervousness.
"Spices, what spices?"
Mahmud approached the cauldron and scooped it out with a large iron spoon, only to find that there was nothing in it except meat.
The crushed roots of Aconitum had already been picked up and thrown away by Lin Feng and the others.
"Of course it's our family's secret spice, the thirteen spices!" Lin Feng smiled and took out a cloth bag from somewhere and handed it over.
Mahmud sniffed it and found it smelled the same as the one in the pot, but he was still worried and pressed him, "Why didn't you put it in before but put it in today?"
"I've been collecting ingredients these days, and as soon as I'm done, I'll use it in the broth and give it to you all to try."
Lin Feng's words were flawless.
Zhao Muyun, who was hiding in the straw pile in the tent, couldn't help but admire Lin Feng's ability to react on the spot. If he made good use of this man, it would definitely be of great help to him in the future.
Mahmud's suspicions were also dispelled. However, he was still worried. He scooped up a large spoonful of soup and handed it to Lin Feng:
"In that case, I'm happy today and will give you a mouthful of soup. Drink it in front of me now!"
Zhao Muyun didn't expect that this goat-bearded Tartar would be so cautious. If Lin Feng didn't drink it, wouldn't the plan be ruined?
But if Lin Feng drank it anyway, he would most likely die of poisoning.
How did it turn out like this?
Zhao Muyun's eyes turned cold and he clenched the triangular spear.
As soon as the Tartars discovered something, he would rush out to subdue the Tartar official and make others afraid to act rashly.
However, Lin Feng's eyelids twitched, and his eyes gradually became firm. He said loudly: "Thank you for the soup, sir. I will drink it now!"
He spoke so loudly, probably on purpose for Zhao Muyun to hear, so that Zhao Muyun could be assured. He was determined to use his death to facilitate Zhao Muyun's plan, and also to remind Zhao Muyun not to act rashly.
Of course, Zhao Muyun also heard the hidden meaning in Lin Feng's words.
How could Zhao Muyun not feel upset when he died so righteously?
It is such a pity that such a loyal and righteous man died in the poisonous soup!
"My Lord, I am very greedy. Please give me this soup!"
But Shi Gang got there before Lin Feng, grabbed the spoon, and drank it all without hesitation.
I didn't expect Shi Gang to burst out with such courage at this critical moment.
Could it be that after reuniting with his brother, he had no regrets and decided to die?
Most of the chivalrous people are butchers!
Shi Gang was just a cook, yet he dared to do such a tragic and noble thing. How could one not sigh in amazement?
Lin Feng stood there in a daze, his whole body trembling slightly.
Zhao Muyun, who was hiding in the dark, had red eyes. Even if he planned to rush out and subdue the Tartar official, he could not stop Shi Gang from drinking the poisonous broth.
What he had to do now was to suppress his grief and wait until the Tartars were poisoned after drinking the soup, and then he would capture this Tartar official with a goatee and avenge Shi Gang.
Otherwise, how can I explain to Shi Yong who just found his brother?
Seeing Shi Gang rushing to drink the broth, Mahmud was completely relieved.
If there was something wrong with the soup, why would the chef rush to drink it?
"Everyone, enjoy your meal now! After dinner, let the slaves work quickly and don't stop for a moment." Mahmud said loudly to the bronze-armored Tartars A and B.
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