In the end, Qin Chuan came up with a solution.

When it comes to handling food, I am afraid that no one in the world will be more expert than the Chinese.

The first thing Qin Chuan thought of was "beggar chicken", but there was only sand in the desert. Although some soil could be found, these soils were not sticky and would fall off as soon as they were pasted, and they could not make the effect of "beggar chicken".

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

Qin Chuan handed the chicken to the baker and said, "You are responsible for handling the chickens, I am responsible for making them cooked. How about it?"

"No problem!" The baker agreed without thinking. After all, it is difficult to cook the chicken.

While the bakers and others were busy killing chickens and taking off their feathers, Qin Chuan borrowed an axe from the engineer... This was not difficult for Qin Chuan, because at this time he could be considered a celebrity in the army. Not to mention the contribution he made, even colonels and even generals often called Qin Chuan to name Qin Chuan. How could ordinary soldiers or officers dare not give Qin Chuan some face?

Qin Chuan shouted at an engineer: "Hey, Sergeant, I need an axe, do you have it?"

"No, I don't, Sergeant!" The engineer sergeant couldn't help but feel a little awe in his eyes: "But I can find you some!"

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

"If you need any help!" said the Sergeant Engineer: "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 in this era to have hierarchical relationships or to make some specializations. Soldiers also respect those who have made special contributions, so Qin Chuan could have given these things to the engineers.

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

And the enemy doesn't care about so much. They don't know what contributions you have made or how powerful you are. Everyone is the same under their sight, and they are all a life that is about to die at their guns.

The British actually made this mistake... They thought they were the best and did not take other colonial armies or even the enemies seriously, so they took it for granted and relaxed their training and military discipline. Only after fighting the war did they realize that they were actually nothing.

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

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

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

"No, this is not a pot!" Qin Chuan replied: "In fact, this is an oven!"

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

"Let's wait and see!" Qin Chuan said, and then said to Keller: "Can you find some branches?"

"Dang, dang..." Keller was moving very quickly, and before he finished speaking, he had already walked away.

After a while, the chicken was processed and the branches were sent. Qin Chuan took a few straight branches, which were about 30 cm long. He sharpened both ends with military thorns, inserted one end with the other end of the chicken on the ground, and then pressed the cut oil barrel upside down.

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

"Perfect!" The baker and the soldiers woke up, and after saying a thumbs up, they all started to set off fire beside the oil barrel.

When other soldiers saw this, they followed suit, so piles of smoke from cooking fires quickly rose from the Second Company's garrison.

It was almost half an hour. When Qin Chuan opened the oil barrel, the soldiers couldn't help but say "Wow" and the chickens on the branches inside had turned brown. The grilled oil shone under the sunlight, and the heat emitted a tempting fragrance...

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

"How is it?" Werner asked impatiently.

"Great!" The baker nodded his head like pounding garlic while eating, and replied vaguely: "God, why didn't I know this before... It even has the unique fragrance of branches! It's great!"

Qin Chuan took one and tasted it. It was pretty good. It was so crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It would be more perfect if I could have some more sauce, but I'll just do it in the desert.

But the German soldiers did not think that this was a "concession". They treated their own portions in a few ways, not even letting go of the minced meat on their bones.

Then, naturally, the soldiers from other troops were attracted by the fragrance. They tried to exchange cigarettes with the soldiers who ate slowly, but were not surprisingly rejected.

"Don't be stupid!" said the soldiers: "There are opportunities to fight for cigarettes, but this thing... no one can guarantee that there will be a chance to eat after the battle!"

This is indeed, especially in the desert, and it is not easy to get a chicken.

"Great!" Werner said burping after eating: "I can't believe that I didn't do this last time!"

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

"You are right!" Werner replied: "But a small piece of delicious food like this is enough!"

"No, it's never enough!" Yakopu opposed: "If you think it's enough, why not leave your share to me?"

The soldiers couldn't help but burst into laughter.

What the soldiers did not notice was that General Streck was looking at the soldiers' novel approach and voracious look through the window of the command car. In the end, he couldn't help it and said to the orderly officer: "As they do, get one for me, don't let others know!"

"Yes, General!" The orderly soldier almost couldn't help laughing. He could not imagine that a general who was commanding the entire armored division would be conquered by a chicken.

"What?" Streck asked, looking at the orderly with a weird expression.

"No, nothing, general!" the orderly answered quickly.

"Then go!"

"Yes, General!"

The orderly officer couldn't help laughing after walking out of the command car.

General Streck's scolding came from the command car: "I heard it!"
Chapter completed!