Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World Chapter 570

Abar, the chief of the Zarg clan, is exactly thirty years old this year, and he is at the peak physical condition of an orc's life. He has exaggerated physique, amazing brute force, wisdom or cunning mind. A face of long brown hair almost covers his entire face, some orcs will trim their hair like humans for the sake of beauty, and some even shaved off the facial hair (such an orc is like a rough style barbarian humans), but Great Chief Abar never did this, allowing the hair all over his body to grow as much as he wanted, and his already strong body became even more burly because of the thick hair.

"My young eagle!", this is how Chief Abar called Callum.

Callum has just turned 26 years old this year, and in terms of his status as the ten thousand captain, this age is too young, so the great chief Abal always calls him the young eagle.

Being too young also caused Callum to suffer a lot of criticism. Many people secretly discussed whether he was the illegitimate son of the great chief, but everyone who heard it knew that it was impossible after a little thought, because there was no such thing in the orc culture. The term illegitimate child is a vocabulary that came from the human side.

Another bad thing is that at the beginning there were always people who doubted his ability. Of course, Colum's combat exploits made these people gradually shut up.

"My young eagle, come quickly!" Abal greeted him.

Following the chief's order, Kelum walked around the firepit and came to the front of the chief. Only then did he realize that there was still a small burning fire in front of the chief, with a clay basin on it, and something was boiling inside. It was white liquid, and a strange guy was filling it with firewood. I didn't seem to have seen this person before. Is he the chief's new cook?

"Look!" Abal's gong-like voice shook the tent, "I said Callum would definitely win. Babaka is an idiot, he thought he could escape with the shelter of winter." The crusade of the King's Tent Warriors, but my young eagles did not follow common sense and launched an attack in the severe cold. Sure enough, they were not prepared at all, and they easily became our captives, hahahahahaha!"

Callum reported the results of the battle to him, "Chief, Chief Babaka is willing to offer his loyalty to you. As a price for his previous rudeness, he sincerely gave you five hundred slaves, and one hundred of them are still the most powerful slaves in their tribe. A strong fighter."

The great chief was very happy, and praised: "Callum, well done, those soldiers must be treated well, and let them become people who are willing to serve us."

Callum put his hand on his chest and replied, "Follow your order, Great Chief."

Abal pointed to the boiling clay pot, "Callum, there is a very happy thing I want to share with you, a smart little guy in the Grosso clan—that's the guy next to him named Alu — invented a new food that can greatly enhance the ability of soldiers to fight at long distances."

"Oh, what invention?"

Callum became interested and turned his gaze to the clay pot. He could already smell the smell wafting from the air, and what was boiled there was milk. He wondered why the milk had to be boiled all the time, wouldn't it be possible to drink the milk after a little heating? Of course, the freshly squeezed milk is the best for orcs, as it comes out with heat.

What about the new food that the Great Khan mentioned? Is it being soaked in milk and boiled all the time?

"Hahaha, I want to make a fool of myself first." Abal laughed loudly, and all the orc leaders sitting around laughed.

It seemed that he didn't know that he just came back, and Callum was not angry at all. He was a person who could stand a joke, so he also found a place to sit down, and quietly waited for something to emerge from the pot.

The milk inside continued to boil, spraying white mist into the air continuously, and gradually the milk in the basin became less and less, less and less.

Finally, there was no trace of liquid in the plate, only a layer of white substance was left on the inner wall.

"Great chief?" Callum cast doubtful eyes on Abar.

"My young eagle," Abal pointed to the clay pot, "do you see that white layer? That is the new food that Alu invented, and its name is milk powder!"

"Oh?" Callum looked at the basin again.

"Quick, Alu, give your milk powder to our Chief Wanfu." Abal stroked his hair happily and urged the orc named Alu.

Alu carefully scraped off the powdered milk on the inner wall, put it in a bowl, and handed it to Callum very respectfully.

"Please taste it, Lord Callum."

Callum stared at the white powder in the bowl, hesitated for a second or two, then stuck out a finger, dipped some from the bowl, and put it in his mouth.

As soon as this white powder called milk powder touched his tongue, his saliva soaked through the powder in an instant, and a strong milk fragrance filled his mouth instantly.

The taste seems to be ok!

He picked up the wooden spoon that Alu handed over, scooped a full spoonful and handed it to his mouth, then chewed.

"War Chief, is this what's in the milk?"

"Yes, according to my opinion, the essence of milk is these powders. After removing the water with the power of flames, the essence remains."

"Great chief, this is a great invention~www.mtlnovel.com~ Callum got excited. Milk is an important source of food for grassland orcs. Besides drinking it directly, they also make cheese, cream, and brew milk wine. But these Everything is not easy to carry, and this kind of powder, that is, milk powder, is undoubtedly very easy to carry, and more importantly, it is very easy to prepare. You know, it is quite troublesome to supply it in a long-distance march and war. Milk powder Appearance is definitely an important contribution. Think about it, after a long-distance march, soldiers took out a bag of milk powder and ate it with water, and immediately recovered their physical strength, even without dismounting their horses.

This is much more convenient than leading a herd of cattle or sheep to war.

"Yes, I think so too." Abal rubbed his hair happily.

Alu smiled and said, "Chief, if you add sugar sand to the milk powder, it will taste even more delicious, fragrant and sweet."

"Ahahahaha!" Abal laughed.

"You really know how to dream. Even in the human kingdom, sugar sand is a luxury. You actually want to mix it with milk powder. But..."

Great Chief Abar changed the subject, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Sooner or later, this dream will become a reality. Sooner or later, the sugar sand of the human kingdom will be ours, just like their other wealth."

Chapter end

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