C1266 venomous wine (1/2)

Sweet food and strong drinks were the favorite food of the people in the cold region. Russian had no resistance to this kind of food at all, bag after bag of sugar was cut by bayonets, black sugar, white sugar and sugar flowed down like waterfalls.

The soldiers scrambled to pick up the sweet spoils of war, and each one of them could not help but grin sweetly.

”It's too delicious, it's too sweet!” My God, this is a sweet island. How can there be so much sugar here? ”Moreover, this candy is so refreshing, it's completely different from what we ate before …”

”Nonsense, in the past, the sugar eaten by Lord Landlord's house was made from stewed beets. That sugar had a strange taste, and this sugar was squeezed from the sugar cane. Of course, the taste was sweeter!”

Many of the officers were small landlords. They came from small aristocratic families, so of course they knew the difference. There are only two kinds of raw materials in the world for sugar refineries: one is sugar beet and the other is sugar cane.

Because they were affected by the backward technology, it was very difficult for Russia's sugar refineries to clean up the beets and purify them, so there were a lot of impurities.

The sugar extracted from the tropical sugarcane was called sucrose. This sweet water was stored in the stem of the cane, and it had already been filtered through the root system and the cell wall. Therefore, it had a higher purity and a better taste.

In the Russia, only the true nobles could afford to eat the sugar produced in the Caribbean and South America, while the ordinary nobles and landlords could at most eat a few mouthfuls of the local sugar to satisfy their cravings.

After listening to the officer's explanation, the soldiers realized that the fields they passed by earlier were densely packed with strange plants. No wonder there were so many piles of sugar in the warehouse. They could imagine the scale of this industry just by looking at the endless cane fields.

”Damn it!” Why did God love those weak Chinese so much that he gave them islands of sweetness? We are not convinced... This island must be taken down for the tsar! From now on, we will also eat these sweet specialties … ”

Just as the soldiers of the tofu factory were fiercely stuffing sugar into their mouths, an even crazier yell came out from the rum factory.

”Wine!” It was a top-grade rum! Great, praise God! Praise the tsar! ”

Russian soldier who was used to drinking vodka had no resistance to this kind of sweet strong alcohol at all. They drank the alcohol like drinks, drinking bottle after bottle as if they were drinking water.

The officers were all mad with rage. This bunch of madmen could drink while giving you their backs to smoke. No matter how much you cursed, even if you threatened them with military law, they would still drink enough wine.

They were not afraid of death, nor were they afraid of hardship. They were the best warriors on the battlefield, but they were not allowed to see the wine. Even if they saw the wine, they would have to shoot him before they died.

”Bastard, how come these Chinese people have so much wine? Are they deliberately trying to seduce my soldiers? ” The scolding officers did not know that the Ryukyu Islands was now the second largest rum production area after the Caribbean Sea, and all the good wine here had already been sold to Europe.

After this group of Russian soldier s finished drinking all the glass bottle s, they opened the oak barrel of rum s. A group of soldiers even drank the entire barrel of rum s into their mouths, as if they were drinking water.

More and more soldiers were pouring into the winery. In the end, there were more than a hundred people crowded around, holding a piece of candy in one hand and a bottle in the other.

However, no one noticed that behind a drainage hole in the corner of the warehouse, a pair of eyes was staring hatefully at the invaders.

”Drink, drink, these are all seasoned wine, I don't believe that so much arsenic will kill you!” It was a hidden cellar, and the entrance was very hidden. The cellar only contained vintages that were older than three years. Originally, this kind of cellar was the standard for all wineries.

But today, the underground cellar had become the hiding place for the hundreds of workers, hiding here to avoid the fierce Russian soldier.