Chapter 84 Strange Meat

"Oh, come on, Andrew, that's so corny!" I laughed at Andrew because his expression when he held the parchment love letter was so funny, but Andrew not only didn't blush, but he showed off to me openly.

"Oh my!" Andrew sighed, and took out the letter written by Kunta from his arms. He deliberately put it to his nose and sniffed it hard. Maybe he was intoxicated by the sweat smell of the courier. This damn guy, I can bear the disgusting thing itself, but I can't bear a person's deeply intoxicated expression and behavior.

“Hmm!”

I felt like my whole stomach was cramping. I wanted to vomit but nothing came out, so I had to endure the pain.

"Hmph, boring guy!" Andrew may have noticed that I was a little impatient, but he didn't think so. He must have insisted that I was jealous of what he had. He carefully put the parchment back on his chest and kept the one written by Fomio very carefully.

"Oh, that girl named Quinta must be very beautiful."

At this point, the young man interrupted my recollections again. I turned around and looked at him. He seemed very interested in my story, or rather, very interested in Andrew's relationship path.

"oh oh."

I responded repeatedly and said to him with a smile: "This girl named Kunta is almost twenty years older than you."

"But she's still a rare good girl, isn't she?"

The young man in front of me got serious. He stared at me, looking straight into my eyes without avoiding it. "Andrew didn't have an exact location at that time, right? She still managed to find a way to deliver the letter. At least she was loyal, wasn't she?"

"Faithful." This word was like an electric current, hitting my heart and spreading through my body through blood vessels. I lowered my head, and for some reason, I just whispered: "Yes, this loyal Roman woman is completely different from those naive and romantic ladies who indulge in the world of flowers and women." I couldn't help but think of the Colosseum in Rome, those humble gladiators who could only please the audience by fighting. If they won the game, they would become heroes in the hearts of those women. Countless noble ladies fell at their feet, and the cells where they were imprisoned became places for secret meetings. In order to fulfill their dreams of heroes and beauties, they betrayed their husbands and had countless illegitimate children. Of course, the same is true for noble men. They secretly meet beautiful female slaves or other noble ladies and have to tie with their wives in terms of illegitimate children.

"But, young man." I smiled back at him and retorted, "In fact, men are not much better."

"no the same!"

He shook his head firmly and said to me, "It's a chaotic time now. All the men have gone to the battlefield to protect the country. You have been a soldier for many years. You should know where these men have gone, what they have encountered, and where they are buried. But look at Rome again! Those families where men have left home for the expedition, and the men have been away for more than two years. The noble women dare not make a fuss, but what about the civilian women? They are pregnant! Now look at those pregnant women on the street, go and ask them if their husbands have returned? Who is being unfaithful to whom? Therefore, women like Mr. Andrew's wife, Quinta, are even more precious!"

I didn't know how to refute his words. I touched the armor on my chest, which had two women carved on it. My fingers slowly stroked their cheeks. I closed my eyes and it felt like I was really touching their faces.

Being in a different place is a test and a curse! If one party loses interest or leaves forever, it means the relationship is over. It is not intolerable for the other party to find spiritual sustenance. It just depends on whether they can come out of it or stay stuck in it forever.

"This is war, isn't it? This is war. The moment you step onto the battlefield, life and death seem equal, because everyone will face death, and it doesn't distinguish whether you are at the front or the back." I patted my armor, raised my head and looked at the dark roof, and said to the young man, "Let's end the talk about Andrew's love letter. Next, let's talk about the soup cooked by Brice. This may be the first and last meal he made that I have ever eaten."

"The soup is ready! The soup is ready!" Briss shouted excitedly. The listless soldiers around him suddenly became energetic as if they were electrocuted. They put down the work at hand to kill time, and lined up in front of Briss with their bowls in hand, waiting for Briss's distribution.

"Come on, one bowl per person, this time the meat is enough for you to eat!"

Bris looked very happy. He carefully took the empty bowl handed to him by the soldier, scooped a full bowl of soup with the big spoon and handed it back. Seeing that there were not only carrots and cabbage but also a lot of meat in the bowl, the soldier was very happy. He took a piece of bread from the table above the big pot and found a quiet place to feast on it.

The hungry soldiers could not bear it any longer. They held out their bowls one after another, clamoring for Brice to fill them up. Brice took a lot of effort, taking the bowls one by one and handing them back one by one.

Ten minutes passed, until the last soldier left happily with a bowl of noodle soup in his hand, Brice let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat off his head with a towel. He turned around and smiled at me, "Sir, there are still some left. How about we share it?"

"OK!"

I rubbed my rumbling stomach and nodded in agreement. I quickly ran back to my tent, took out the wooden bowl I usually used for meals and handed it to Briss. Briss was also very helpful. He filled a big bowl for me, and the meat on it was still oozing with oil!

I took the bowl and heard Brice lean over and whisper to me, "How is it, sir? Are you satisfied? I specially saved the most delicious meat for you to taste. If you think it's delicious, I will make it again in the future!"

This guy is really good at flattering! I shook my head helplessly, but the fat in the bowl was so tempting that I couldn't stop. I ignored Briss and quickly picked up a spoon, scooped out a piece of meat and put it in my mouth to chew carefully. The taste can't be said to be some kind of mountain and sea delicacy, but the meat is really good, even better than the oily pork and beef, but I have never eaten such meat.

"Brice," I stopped chewing and asked him, "What kind of meat do you think this is?"

"Venison, sir!" Brice answered very straightforwardly. I guess he didn't know what kind of meat it was. He then asked me, "Sir, how is it? Is it delicious?"

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“Yeah, not bad!”

I nodded in response and turned around to look at the meat in the bowl in confusion. There was nothing strange about it. I tried chewing it twice again and finally realized what was going on. While Briss wasn't paying attention, I quickly spit out the meat in my mouth.

"Impossible, impossible!" I whispered over and over again, "This isn't the meat for venison, so what kind of meat is that?"

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the corpses on the ground. We just threw them on the side of the road. Could it be?

I immediately restrained myself from thinking any further, handed the bowl to a soldier, and said to him, "Please help me eat it. I have no appetite."

The soldier took it with both hands as if it were a treasure and started eating it in big mouthfuls. I didn't dare to look at it any longer and quickly ran away from the camp.

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