Chapter 1395 Tears of Delaney

As a fan of the puppet army before time travel, and a commander who personally led his army through many battles, Duke was very aware of how hard the soldiers were.

Think about it, after a whole day of fighting, on a battlefield filled with the smell of blood, soldiers lay scattered in trenches or camps, and even had to soak their feet in the mud when the weather was bad. However, after a bloody battle, what you get is often a piece of black bread not much bigger than a palm.

When this dark thing doesn't touch water, it can be used as a brick to hit someone with. Although this is recognized as a staple food for the poor in this era, for soldiers who are in urgent need of recovering their strength, this is only the minimum life support, which is better than nothing.

Therefore, after the Dark Portal drove away Alsace's Scourge from the continent of Lordaeron in 2015, Duke took power in the Alliance and proposed the initiative to create the first batch of compressed biscuits. Duke was trying to get the dwarves to taste the flour and then compress it into as small a piece as possible.

Well, I have to say that El Chapo's hands-on ability is still very strong.

I still remember the first time I saw the finished product, Duke ran up and took a bite, almost breaking his tooth on the spot.

I finally cut off a small piece, smashed it with a hammer and ate it. I vomited on the spot.

"What the hell is this black thing?"

Magni shrugged: "Maybe it's the engine oil?"

Brian despised Duke's lack of knowledge: "It's okay, a little engine oil won't kill anyone. When those bastards down there don't have anything to drink, they still steal engine oil and mix it with water to drink."

Duke rolled his eyes, daring these bastards to keep their health bars high and their health points high, so they could commit suicide in various ways.

But what these two dwarfs said is also true. During the Second Dark Portal War and Ironforge's food crisis, there were still many people shouting down there, shouting that they could go without food, but not without wine.

Later I found out that the compressed biscuits were indeed compressed enough. The dwarf actually used a press to press the standard plate armor to compress the biscuits without even wiping off the oil stains.

It took Duke three weeks to make these violent dwarfs understand that compressed biscuits could be given to frontline soldiers. The teeth must be able to bite, and there must be no impurities. It must also be packaged in a waterproof and moisture-proof package.

Of course, this stuff is a thing of the past. Today, the alliance's standard military rations have long been improved to the fifth edition.

Compressed biscuits, sealed packaged flour, canned soybeans, canned pickled dace, canned beef jerky. The most important thing is that the Alliance developed canned soup that can be automatically heated by pulling a string, and the instant noodles that poisoned countless teenagers before Duke crossed over.

Coupled with a variety of new camp stoves, freshly baked white bread can be eaten when conditions permit. If conditions are unavailable, boil it with clean water filtered through a filter. It will definitely not be a problem for hot soup and instant noodles.

In order to facilitate transportation, many of the alliance's gadgets are made into standard shapes, such as boxes for holding artillery shells, and standard military rations in the shape of cans. And reduce variety, such as the size of cannonballs and melee weapons. Only in terms of food, there are more and more varieties. The beef jerky alone has five flavors.

Commanders at all levels, no matter how conservative they are, have to admit that the morale of soldiers is much higher now than in the past. In the past, after a big battle, all the soldiers were as dead as dogs, but now they are full of life and vigor the next day.

"Think about those days! After the war, we only had black bread. Instead of being hacked to death by the enemy on the battlefield, we almost choked to death on our own rations." This is what Union officers who are now captains and lieutenants often complain about to soldiers.

It is undeniable that because of these gadgets that the upper-class nobles and officers cannot see, the alliance military's support for Duke has always been full.

The Draenei cannot appreciate this benefit for the time being.

Of course, in order to avoid the draenei muttering in their hearts when they find out the truth. Duke still got vaccinated first.

"Frankly speaking, these foods were eliminated by the Alliance because they have a high compression ratio and are most convenient to carry in space storage bags. Considering that you draenei people are in urgent need of food, we adopted this method." Duke said apologetically. Said.

Velen carefully tested it with the holy light, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "No, no, no, being able to fill your stomach and survive is already the greatest gift to the Draenei. I thank you on behalf of my people. Commander Duke Marcus."

For a moment, Duke almost hallucinated, as it seemed to be a voice with full favorability. Taking the time to take a look at the system, he found that it wasn't much different. He found that his reputation in Shattrath City suddenly jumped from "Indifference" to "Reverence".

Not to mention, this time he almost touched himself. The alliance had been backlogged for six or seven years, and almost expired food was given away as a favor, and then it gained a huge reputation. This was a great deal!

"Yrel, please share this food with your compatriots..." Duke turned around and said to Hoof. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, Duke almost laughed.

Although Qingqing Hoozi was full of energy, he was actually starving, or maybe he was greedy because of the poor food in Shattrath City.

What about the promised food tasting?

Damn it, your cheeks are swollen with food. What the hell is that?

After noticing Duke's gaze, Hooves actually choked with fear, holding his own neck with his hands, as if hanging himself.

"Woooo (help)——"

Duke is so embarrassing! He didn't know how he understood it. Anyway, he first handed Yirel a bottle of water and let her take a sip, then patted her back a few times before she swallowed the stuff in her stomach.

"Huhu - I almost thought I would choke to death!" Hooves kept patting his chest. Duke noticed that she was choking on tears.

Velen next to him was holding his forehead, with black lines all over his head, as if to say: Why would I teach such a disciple?

"Funny." Viren could only smile bitterly.

Duke remembered something: "No, it's okay. Yrel's performance reminded me. People who have been hungry for too long will suddenly overeat and die suddenly. So even if you divide the food, please increase it slowly."

Viren was slightly stunned, and the gratitude in his heart became a little more: "The person who can think of such details is indeed a person whose heart is full of holy light."

Duke: "..."

Okay, a few words can touch on the Holy Light. I feel so helpless as I have a serious discussion about scientific common sense with a magician!

Here, Duke and Viren discuss the next step of cooperation.

Over there, Yrel, surrounded by guard officers, was already distributing food.

"We have joined the [Alliance] from the world of Azeroth! This alliance has defeated the Horde more than once. It also killed Blackhand, the first warchief of the Horde. The Alliance just sent people to send food, and everyone has it. , no need to squeeze!”

On this day, countless Draenei people burst into tears.