Chapter 144 Oven

Finally, Qin Chuan came up with a solution.

When it comes to processing food, I'm afraid no one in the world is better than the Chinese.

The first thing Qin Chuan thought of was "Beggar's Chicken", but there was only sand in the desert. Although there was a little soil, the soil was not sticky and would fall off as soon as it was mixed. It was impossible to make the effect of "Beggar's Chicken".

When he was worried, he saw a few empty oil drums not far away... These oil drums were originally used to hold gasoline, but because the troops in the desert needed a lot of water, they were also used to hold water. After use, the empty drums would be thrown into the camp.

Qin Chuan handed the chicken to the baker and said, "You are responsible for cleaning the chicken, and I am responsible for cooking them. How about it?"

"No problem!" The baker agreed without thinking, after all, cooking the chicken is the difficult task.

While the baker and others were busy killing and plucking the chickens, Qin Chuan went to borrow an axe from the engineer... This was not a difficult task for Qin Chuan, because at this time he could be considered a celebrity in the army. Not to mention what merits he had made, even the colonel and even the general often called on Qin Chuan by name. How could ordinary soldiers or officers dare not give Qin Chuan a little face.

Qin Chuan shouted to an engineer: "Hey, sergeant, I need an axe, do you have one?"

"No, I don't, sergeant!" The engineer sergeant saw Qin Chuan and couldn't help showing a bit of awe in his eyes: "But I can find one for you!"

Soon, the engineer sergeant really found an axe and sent it to Qin Chuan.

"If you need any help!" The engineer sergeant said: "I am honored to serve you!"

"No, sergeant!" Qin Chuan politely declined: "I can do it myself, thank you!"

It is normal for the army of this era to have hierarchical relationships or to make some specializations. Soldiers also respect those who have made special contributions, so Qin Chuan can completely leave these things to the engineers.

Qin Chuan chose to refuse, on the one hand because it was indeed a trivial matter, and on the other hand he did not like the feeling of being praised by others... This is not to say that "everyone is equal", but if you have a sense of superiority or feel that you are superior to others in your own army, it is easy to bring this feeling to the battlefield to face the enemy.

The enemy does not care so much. They do not know what merits you have made or how powerful you are. In their crosshairs, everyone is the same, and they are all lives that will die under their guns.

The British actually made this mistake... They thought they were superior and did not take other colonial troops or even enemies seriously, so they naturally relaxed their training and military discipline. When they fought, they found that they were actually nothing.

After returning to the camp, Qin Chuan picked up a discarded oil barrel, and then cut it off with a few "bangs" at about one-third of the position.

"What are you doing?" Werner asked, "Are you making a pot?"

"It really looks like a pot!" The baker looked at the bottom of the cut oil barrel and praised, "Good idea!"

"No, it's not a pot!" Qin Chuan replied, "In fact, it's an oven!"

"Oven? I can't see it's an oven!" Werner didn't understand, and the soldiers didn't understand either.

"Wait and see!" Qin Chuan said, and then said to Keller, "Can you find some branches?"

"Dang, dang..." Keller moved quickly, and he had walked away before he finished speaking.

After a while, the chicken was processed and the branches were delivered. Qin Chuan took a few straighter branches, about 30 centimeters long, sharpened both ends with a bayonet, stuck one end with the chicken and the other end into the ground, and then turned the cut oil barrel upside down.

"Look!" Qin Chuan spread his hands and said, "Oven!"

"Perfect!" The baker and the soldiers finally realized it, praised it, and started a fire next to the oil barrel.

Seeing this, other soldiers followed suit, and soon there were piles of smoke rising from the second company's camp.

It was almost done in about half an hour. When Qin Chuan opened the oil barrel, the soldiers couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow!" The chicken forked on the branch inside had become burnt brown all over, and the roasted oil was shining in the sun, and it was steaming and emitting a tempting aroma...

The baker couldn't wait, and didn't care whether it was hot or not. He grabbed one with the branch, put it to his mouth, blew it, and couldn't wait to take a bite.

"How does it taste?" Werner asked impatiently.

"Great!" The baker nodded while eating like pounding garlic, and answered vaguely: "God, why didn't I know this method before... It even has the unique aroma of branches! Great!"

Qin Chuan took one and tasted it. It was pretty good, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. It would be more perfect if there was some sauce, but it was just okay in the desert.

But the German soldiers didn't think this was "compromise". They quickly processed their share, not even leaving any scraps of meat on the bones.

Then naturally, the soldiers from other troops were attracted by the smell. They tried to exchange cigarettes with the soldiers who ate slowly, but were rejected as expected.

"Don't be silly!" The soldiers said: "There are plenty of opportunities to fight for cigarettes, but this thing... No one can guarantee that there will be a chance to eat it after the next battle!"

This is true, especially here is a desert, it is not easy to get a chicken.

"Great!" Werner said with a burp after eating: "I can't believe I didn't do this last time!"

"There was only one chicken last time, Werner!" the baker replied, "If we do this, each of us will only get a small piece of chicken instead of a bowl of chicken soup!"

"You are right!" Werner replied, "But for a delicacy like this, a small piece is enough!"

"No, it will never be enough!" Yakop objected, "If you think it is enough, why don't you leave your share for me?"

The soldiers couldn't help laughing.

What the soldiers didn't notice was that General Strike was watching the soldiers' novel practices and wolfing down their food through a telescope through the window of the command vehicle. Finally, he couldn't help it and said to the orderly, "Follow their practices and get me one. Don't let others know!"

"Yes, General!" The orderly almost couldn't help laughing. He couldn't imagine that a general who commanded an entire armored division would be conquered by a chicken.

"What?" Strike asked the orderly with a strange expression.

"No, nothing, General!" the orderly replied hurriedly.

"Then go!"

"Yes, General!"

The orderly couldn't help laughing after he walked out of the command vehicle.

General Strike's curse came from the command vehicle: "I heard it!"

"Sorry, General!" The orderly ran away quickly.