As a fan of the puppet army before his transmigration, and a commander who had personally led troops through many battles, Duque was well aware of how tough it was for the soldiers.
Think about it. After a whole day of battle, the soldiers would be lying in the trenches or in the camp on the bloody battlefield. They would even have to soak their feet in the mud when the weather was bad. However, after a bloody battle, they would often be given a piece of black bread that was not much bigger than a palm.
When this black thing did not get wet, it could be used as a brick to hit people. Although it was a staple food for the poor in this era, it was only the lowest form of protection for soldiers who desperately needed to recover their strength. It was better than nothing.
Hence, after the Dark Portal defeated Arthas' Calamity Army on the Lordaeron Continent in 15 years, Duque took control of the Alliance and proposed to make the first batch of compressed biscuits. Duque thought of a way to get the dwarves to mix the flour, and then compress it into a small piece.
Alright, it had to be said that the dwarves were very capable.
He still remembered the first time he saw the finished product, Duque ran over to take a bite, and almost broke his teeth on the spot.
He finally managed to cut a small piece, and smashed it with a hammer, only to vomit on the spot.
"What the hell is this black thing?"
Magni shrugged. "Probably engine oil?"
Laing looked down on Duque's lack of knowledge. "Don't worry, a little engine oil won't kill anyone. When those bastards down there don't have any alcohol to drink, they still steal engine oil and mix it with water to drink. "
Duque rolled his eyes. These bastards thought that they had a long HP and high HP, so they were courting death.
However, what the two dwarves said was the truth. During the second battle at the Dark Portal, when the Iron Stove Castle was facing a food crisis, there were still many fellows who shouted that they could go without food, but not without alcohol.
Only later did they find out that the compressed biscuits were indeed compressed enough. The damn dwarves actually used a press to press the compressed biscuits, and didn't even wipe off the oil stains.
Duque spent a full three weeks to make this bunch of violent dwarves understand that the compressed biscuits could be given to the frontline soldiers. It must be able to bite through, and there must be no impurities. It must also be waterproof and moisture-proof.
Of course, this was a thing of the past. Now, the Alliance's standard military rations had been improved to the fifth version.
Compressed biscuits, sealed packaged flour, canned soybeans, canned pickled dace, canned beef jerky. Most importantly, the Alliance had developed canned soup that could automatically heat up with a pull of a rope, as well as instant noodles that had poisoned countless youths before Duque's transmigration.
With the addition of all kinds of new military stoves, they could eat freshly baked white bread when conditions permitted. If there were no other conditions, he could use clean water that had been filtered through a strainer to boil it. Hot soup and instant noodles would definitely not be a problem.
In order to facilitate transportation, the Alliance had made many things standardized, such as boxes for storing artillery shells and canned military rations. Furthermore, the types of weapons were reduced, such as the size of the cannonballs and melee weapons. Only in terms of food, there were more and more varieties. The beef jerky alone had five different flavors.
No matter how conservative the commanders were, they had to admit that the morale of the soldiers was much higher than before. In the past, after a big battle, the soldiers were all like dead dogs, but now they were full of energy the next day.
"Back then! After the battle, 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. "The Alliance officers who were now lieutenants and colonels complained about this the most to the soldiers.
Undeniably, because of these little things that the nobles and officers couldn't see, the Alliance's support for Duque had always been full.
The Draenei temporarily wouldn't be able to experience this benefit.
Of course, to prevent the Draenei from grumbling in their hearts when they found out the truth. Duque decided to give them a heads-up first.
"To be honest, these foods were eliminated by the Alliance. Because of the high compression ratio, they are the most convenient to carry in spatial storage bags. Considering that you Draenei urgently need food, we used this method. "Duque said apologetically.
Valen used the Holy Light to examine it once, and a bright smile appeared on his face. "No, no, no. Being able to fill our stomachs and survive is already the greatest gift to the Draenei. I thank Commander Duke Marcus on behalf of my people. "
For a moment, Duque thought he was hearing things. It sounded like the voice of someone with a high favorability rating. He took the time to glance at the System. Wasn't it close? He found that his reputation rating in Shattrath City had jumped from [Indifferent] to [Reverent].
Needless to say, this time, he almost moved himself. To use the food that the Alliance had accumulated for six to seven years and was about to expire to give a favor, and then gain a huge boost in reputation, this was a good deal!
"Imriel, please distribute this food to your people …" Duque turned and said to the hoof. Who knew that when he turned around, Duque almost burst out laughing.
Although the hoof was full of energy, it was actually starving, or it could be said that the food in Shattrath City was too bad, causing it to be gluttonous.
What happened to the food test?
What the hell, eating until both sides of your cheeks are full, what the hell is this?
After noticing Duque's gaze, the hoof was so scared that it choked. It grabbed its neck with both hands, looking like a ghost that was about to hang itself.
"Woo woo (Help) —"
Duque was speechless! He also did not know how he understood. Anyway, he first passed a pot of water to Imriel and let her gulp it down, then helped her to pat her back a few times. Only then did she gulp down the food.
"Hoo hoo — I almost thought I was going to choke to death!" The hoof kept patting her chest. Duque noticed that she was choking on her tears.
Valen, who was at the side, held his forehead. He was speechless, as if saying, "Why did I teach such a disciple?"
"Excuse me." Valen could only smile bitterly.
Duque thought of something. "No, it's okay. Imriel's behavior reminded me. A person who has been starving for too long, suddenly overeating, will cause sudden death. So even if the food is distributed, please slowly increase it. "
Valen was slightly stunned, and the gratitude in his heart increased. "A person who can think of such details is indeed a person whose heart is filled with Holy Light."
Duque was speechless.
Alright, a few words can bring up the topic of Holy Light again. I, who was seriously discussing scientific knowledge with a fraud, feel so helpless!
On the other side, Duque and Valen were discussing the next step of cooperation.
On the other side, Imriel, surrounded by the guards, had already begun to distribute food.
"We have already joined the [Alliance] from the World of Azeroth! This Alliance has defeated the Horde more than once. They even killed the first chief of the Horde, Black Hand. The Alliance has just sent people to deliver food. Everyone has it, no need to squeeze! "
On this day, countless Draenei were in tears.
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