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Volume Three: The Wind Rises in the South Chapter 91 Taboo

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    For the four Scots Fusiliers in the British camp, taro and cassava were terrible. Although they were a bit like the potatoes they were used to eating back home, the bitter taste that made your tongue tingle gave them away.  These things should be used to feed pigs and donkeys.  Those twenty cows were quite delicious, and whether they were beef or cow offal, they liked the food.  But it's very bad for the remaining Indian shipahi (Hindi: mercenaries). According to their religious traditions, they cannot eat beef or any food related to cows.  There is not much rice, wheat and chickpeas left in the warehouse.  In the trench, a group of Indian soldiers with their upper bodies naked lined up in a long line, standing in front of the cooking soldiers in white cloth, waiting for their lunch.  These Indian soldiers are responsible for the arduous task of digging trenches on the front line, so generally speaking, their food is higher in quality and quantity than other soldiers.  The cook took the wooden bowl handed to him from the other side, scooped two spoons of rice mixed with beans into the wooden bucket on the left in front of him, and scooped a spoonful of broth from the wooden bucket on the right, pouring it into the  After serving the rice in the evening, he handed it to the owner of the wooden bowl again.  The tired soldier took his bowl and found a clean place in the trench. He sat down and started eating. He had just taken two bites when he suddenly felt something was wrong with the food in his mouth. When he spit it out, he saw only one piece.  There were four or five long bristles on the chewed flesh.  "Asshole, what kind of meat are you giving us?" The soldier rushed back to the cook and handed the piece of meat skin to the cook.  The cook opened his hand and said, "What kind of meat? Are you not satisfied with the meat? Get out of the way and don't block others from eating!" The nonchalant look on the cook's face made the Indian soldier even more angry: "Asshole,  This is beef, you are giving it to us, Lord Shiva! This is blasphemy!¡± ¡°What, this is beef?¡± The soldier¡¯s shout immediately caused a stir in the crowd.  , the soldiers gathered around and waved their fists at the cooks angrily.  The British officer not far away saw the trouble here and ran over quickly. As he ran, he pulled out a pistol from his waist, fired a shot into the air, and shouted: "What are you doing, do you want to be whipped?  Get out of the way!" The soldiers made a way for the officer. The officer walked into the crowd. The soldier shouted to the officer: "Mr. Second Lieutenant, this bastard has mixed the food he gave us-" "Shut up.  Bastard, I haven't let you speak yet!" The British officer immediately interrupted the soldier and turned to the cook and asked: "What is going on?" "Mr. Second Lieutenant?  !¡± The shocked cook quickly replied: ¡°I don¡¯t know what happened. This guy suddenly came over with a piece of leftover meat in his hand and said it was blasphemy!¡±  The officer lowered his head and stretched out his spoon to scoop out the wooden barrel containing the broth. He fished out a bowl of broth, pointed at the pieces of beef inside and asked the soldier: "Is eating this pork a blasphemy to your gods?" "Yes.  Mr. Second Lieutenant!" The soldier turned pale with anger. He suppressed his anger and replied: "According to our tradition, cows are sacred animals, and eating beef is sacrilegious -" "Okay!" Ying  The police officer casually poured the broth on the bucket of rice: "You can choose, either to have a full belly, or to be clean and hungry. You have this freedom!" The scene was immediately enveloped in deathly silence, and suddenly  , a bowl was thrown next to the barrel, and the soldier turned and left. Then, one after another, the Indian soldiers turned and left. Soon, only two people were left next to the barrel filled with food-the British officer and  Cooking soldiers, all this seems to be a silent protest.  The British officer yelled angrily: "Okay, you idiots who kneel down to the elephant-headed god, you will also have beef for your dinner, and there will still be beef tomorrow. If you don't eat it, you will starve to death!" He  He threw the wooden spoon in his hand into the barrel full of broth, turned around and left.  It was already late at night, and there was a lot of snoring in the British camp.  With the moonlight in the sky, you can see that the British army's camp can be divided into two parts, simple thatched huts and tents.  Although after the Indian National Revolt in 1857, the British government banned the East India Company and adopted the method of personally ruling India.  But generally speaking, the British Indian colonial government still treated India as an enterprise rather than a government. In other words, the Indian Governor-General ruled India with a capitalist spirit of extracting the highest profits.  In this spirit, some of the original privileges of Indian mercenaries were deprived, their salaries were reduced, and it was stipulated and stipulated that promotions could not exceed that of sergeant.  British soldiers lived in comfortable houses, but Indian soldiers could only live in simple tents. During the expeditionDuring this time, he even had to take out money from his meager salary to pay for travel expenses and luggage handling expenses.  Under this circumstance, the relationship between the local companies in the British Army and the Indian mercenaries was naturally not much better.  In the darkness, the curtain of a tent was gently opened, and a figure emerged. He looked around warily, and then ran to the tent next door. He coughed a few times outside the tent, and the curtain suddenly opened.  It was uncovered, and a human head poked out.  "Cindy, what's wrong with you so late?" The people in the tent were still a little sleepy.  "I see you haven't eaten lunch or dinner. Let me bring you something to cushion you!" Cindy whispered with a smile and handed over something wrapped in a banana leaf.  The person in the tent was stunned for a moment, took it casually, and said while opening it: "Thank you Cindy, you are such a kind person!" The banana leaf bag was opened, and the banana leaves could be clearly seen spread out under the moonlight.  There was a small piece of scone and a paper lotus placed in the leaf. The soldier raised his head in surprise and saw a meaningful smile on Cindy's face.  "Cindy, what do you mean?" "What do you think? Don't you think the moon is particularly bright tonight?" Cindy pointed to the bright moon in the night sky. The soldier looked up at the moon and then lowered his head.  Looking at the lotus flowers and scones in his hands, a look of enlightenment appeared on his face, and his eyes turned to admiration and emotion when looking at Cindy.  "You're right, Cindy, the moon is indeed very bright tonight!" The soldier carefully rewrapped the lotus flowers and scones in banana leaves, handed them back to Cindy, and whispered: "Cindy, you  Don't worry, I will tell everyone in the tent what you mean!" "Very good!" Cindy nodded with satisfaction, turned around and ran to the next tent. The soldier looked at Cindy with admiration.  After a while, he got back into the tent again.  Such things continued to happen in the Indian mercenary camp and did not stop all night. Almost all the Indian soldiers showed expressions of surprise and admiration when they saw the scones and lotus flowers in the hands of Sindi and Simba.  , they all said excitedly that they would convey their thoughts to their companions in the tent.  The next day, at lunch time, soldiers of the Third Punjab Regiment of the British Indian Mercenaries were lining up in front of wooden barrels filled with food, waiting to be handed out lunch.  Quite a number of them didn't eat because yesterday's food contained beef. Even with Indians' good tolerance, not eating for two meals was a very bad experience.  Although most of the soldiers still have that Indian-specific indifference on their faces, as if they don't care about anything, if you pay attention, it's not difficult to find that many soldiers' eyes are wandering around, as if they are looking at something.  Expect something to happen.  "Why is there beef in our food? You clearly know that this conflicts with our beliefs!" A high-pitched shout suddenly came from the end of the queue.  ¡°If you don¡¯t want to eat, you can go to the side and don¡¯t block the people behind you!¡± the cook who distributed the food answered loudly.  "No one would violate their faith in order to fill their belly. I just want rice!" "No, the officer ordered us to eat broth and rice or nothing at all. This is an order from the officer! It's an order! Do you understand?  "The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The soldier stared at the cook coldly, as if he wanted to overwhelm him with his gaze. Finally, he stretched out his wooden bowl. The cook smiled and filled the other's wooden bowl.  Rice and broth, he laughed and joked: "Your belly is more important!" Before he finished speaking, the soldier violently threw the hot broth in the bowl towards the cook's face. The unprepared cook immediately covered it with his hands.  Face screamed, and the onlookers cheered and surrounded him. A moment later, there was a bloody corpse on the ground.  Weber wishes everyone a happy New Year and continues to vote for votes. The results are worrying!
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