Chapter 13 If you dare to undermine morale, you'll be the first to be sacrificed!
The soldiers in the kitchen had already set up the woodpile.
Unfortunately, it rained for several days in a row, and the tinderboxes they carried got damp from braving the rain to rescue people.
Even the flint got wet.
A group of people stood guard over the woodpile, at a loss for what to do.
Surrounded by a pile of raw food, they didn't know where to start eating.
"Hey you son of a bitch, didn't you know to throw out the tinder first before jumping into the water to save people? Now the last tinder is soaked by the rain!"
"How dare you say that to me! Why didn't you bring a tinderbox?!"
"Nonsense, in this heavy rain, I got soaked even with my tinderbox!"
"And you still have the nerve to blame me!"
"Alright, alright, stop arguing! Will arguing even produce sparks?! If we don't, we'll all be starving!"
At this moment, the personal guard led Cheng Fang over, saying, "Make way! Make way! The captain has brought the tinderbox."
Zhang Cheng, the cook who had just been arguing, immediately went over to greet him, saying, "The captain could have just had a soldier bring the tinder; there's no need for the captain to make the trip."
Nonsense! How could he not know?!
But how can this tinderbox be compared to an ordinary tinderbox!
Cheng Fang ignored him and walked straight to the wet woodpile. He took out a lighter from his pocket.
A soldier approached solicitously, "Captain, I'll light the fire."
Cheng Fang pulled his hand away. "Get out of the way. Do you even understand how to use it?"
This tinderbox is now his most prized possession; how could he allow anyone else to touch it!
Because of the darkness, no one saw what Cheng Fang was holding and assumed it was just an ordinary tinderbox.
However, the soldiers near him and his personal guards could see clearly that Cheng Fang was holding a black metal box.
Using metal for ignition? How do you do that?
There was no time to ask questions.
"Snap—!"
A crisp scraping sound pierced the darkness!
Immediately afterwards, a cluster of steady, bright flames, flickering with a pale blue light, ignited on the top of the small box without warning!
It instantly drew the attention of all the soldiers.
"Wow! Fire! It's fire!"
"Good heavens! It's already lit?! Didn't you even need to blow on it?"
"This flame...it's so bright!"
"That black box can actually breathe fire? Is it some kind of magical artifact?!"
Cheng Fang suppressed his smugness and tried hard to remain calm. He took a lighter and approached the straw spread under the woodpile to help it burn.
However, after several days of rain, even the straw inside the tent became damp.
It can take quite a while to ignite it completely.
However, when the captain's flame approached the straw, the originally damp straw was instantly ignited!
A tiny orange spark stubbornly emerged, spreading rapidly and licking the damp grass!
If I couldn't see it clearly in the dark, I finally saw the little black box by the light of the fire.
The soldiers were astonished!
"Isn't starting a fire done with a tinderbox or a flint and steel?"
"What is this little black box? How can it start a fire?"
"The flames are still so big?"
To prevent the flames from being extinguished, Cheng Fang lit three bonfires in a row.
The previously dark environment was instantly illuminated. The firelight illuminated everyone's faces clearly.
"Captain, how come you can put flames in this box? What kind of treasure is this?"
An old soldier stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the small, black box in Cheng Fang's hand that had already gone out.
The surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone pricked up their ears.
These soldiers had followed him all the way here, so they were already familiar with each other, and the bolder ones could even chat for a bit.
"This is a tinderbox made of metal! It's moisture-proof and the flame can even keep out the wind!"
A hint of smugness flashed across Cheng's face. He held up the lighter, and only then could the soldiers see the small black box clearly.
To demonstrate its windproof effect, Cheng Fang even blew air into the flames, and the flames burned steadily without any disturbance.
Immediately, a chorus of "Wow!" erupted.
"How amazing! It even has a flame that can keep out the wind!"
"My God! This little black box can actually hold fire! What kind of treasure is this?!"
"With this, I won't be afraid of rainy or stormy days anymore!"
......
Although he was a captain, he was still just a sixteen-year-old boy. When he got a new treasure, the first thing he thought of was showing it off.
Once he was sure the flame was burning, Cheng Fang put the lighter away.
With the ignition problem solved, Cheng Fang practically flew back to his tent.
Thinking of the pastries he'd been longing for!
Just as they arrived outside the captain's tent, a very discordant sound arose.
Wow! This is delicious too!
"Huh! This bottle... it's neither pottery, nor porcelain, nor glass, yet it's so flexible? And it even has a picture printed on it?"
"My goodness, this milk is so sweet and delicious! There's not a trace of fishy or goaty smell!"
Cheng Fang felt a buzzing in his head, and his blood rushed to his head!
It feels like my house has been raided!
He strode forward and yanked open the curtain.
At this moment, his simple military desk was a complete mess!
Red, yellow, and transparent packaging was torn to shreds, revealing various kinds of pastries inside that exuded an enticing aroma!
There was even a figure who had taken over his seat, sitting there casually and eating the pastries he had been craving all the way back!
"Jiang Yi! You bastard! Who gave you permission to steal my food?!"
The guard stepped forward to explain, "Captain, I tried to stop him, but I couldn't!"
Cheng Fang rushed forward and snatched a box of golden, shiny cookies from Jiang Yi's arms!
Jiang Yi's mouth was stuffed full, but he wasn't angry about having his food taken away. He mumbled indistinctly:
"How can you call that stealing food! I haven't even said anything to you yet! Why didn't you bring out such delicious food sooner? I've been eating dry bread for days!"
Cheng Fang looked at the several opened packages on the table, some of which already had several pieces eaten. He was immediately overwhelmed with heartache!
"Ah! I resisted eating the whole way, but you ate it all!"
"Don't blame me for not telling you. You're a captain, hoarding rations will destabilize the army! Since I ate it for you, I'll take some responsibility for you."
Jiang Yi patted his chest confidently, still with the biscuit in his mouth.
"Bullshit! Zhao Jingxing and I brought these back together. If you dare to go around spreading rumors and undermine morale, you'll be the first one to be sacrificed!"
Cheng Fang was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed. He frantically stuffed the scattered snacks into the big red plastic bag and held it tightly to his chest.
He snatched the milk that Jiang Yi had opened from the table, and with a sense of venting his anger, he tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful!
The moment the liquid slid down my throat, I froze!
The texture is so silky! It's like the finest silk slowly sliding down your throat.
This rich milky aroma! There's not a hint of milky odor, and it's enveloped in pure sweetness.
Of course it's sweet. This bottle contains sweetened milk.
In this era, the technology for removing the muttony smell is not up to par, so both cow's milk and goat's milk have a strong muttony smell.
It is usually only used to make dairy products; very few people can drink fresh milk.
He, a pampered young nobleman, had tasted all sorts of fine wines and delicacies. But what was in this bottle completely overturned his understanding of "milk"!
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