Chapter 20 The Last Quietness (Part 2) ()

"Governor General, those werewolves camped ten miles away. Judging from the number, it seems that there are three or four thousand people." Because there are no light cavalry, the knights of the general guards had to play a guest role in the scouts. When the light cavalry appeared, they were responsible for the reconnaissance.

"I understand." Murphy stood in the central square, with several clerks behind him distributing strategic materials.

It is noon now and the sun is quite dazzling.

Murphy had already guessed the reason why the werewolf camped without attacking.

These creatures have certain night vision abilities. Compared with humans, gnolls have a better vision at night. Therefore, they are not in a hurry to attack, but are waiting for the night to come.

Fortunately, all this has been calculated into variables by Murphy.

Although it will reduce the chance of winning by a few points, you can't expect your opponent to be just a group of beasts without any wisdom at this time.

Since they want to fight a night battle, then they can fight a happy night battle with them!

"How much meat is left?" Murphy wiped the sword and turned to the finance officer behind him and asked.

The man in his fifties, with a bearded face, took out his notebook and calculated it, and then said respectfully to Murphy: "Governor General, all the cattle have been moved away. There are thirteen sheep, fifty chickens and ducks, and about six hundred pounds of fish in the town."

It is impossible for cattle to stay, it is the main force in farming.

For now, killing cattle is something Murphy can never allow.

"Kill six sheep and take out two hundred pounds of fish!" Murphy re-expressed the planned battle budget and then said in a deep voice.

The battle ends tomorrow afternoon at most!

If he hasn't defeated the werewolf tomorrow afternoon, his high morale will collapse now. The only thing Murphy can do is to retreat on the other side of the Nidolia River, everything will start over.

"I want to see that all the soldiers can eat meat at noon today!" Mobilization before the war was indispensable, and Murphy would not forget this.

"Yes! Governor!"

Step! Step! Step! Step!

Heavy footsteps sounded behind Murphy, and then Hammerton, who was sweating profusely, came to him. The general with a strong face saluted Murphy and said in a deep voice: "Governor! The obstacles have been set up and the hay has been stacked."

"Yeah." Murphy nodded and said, "It's great, go eat something first. Then let the soldiers get familiar with the retreat route. There must be no confusion!"

"Yes!" Hammerton responded.

The sheep were pulled out and slaughtered one by one, and the chefs placed dozens of large pots in the square, with boiling hot water in it.

Now there is obviously no time to cook exquisitely. The slaughtered sheep are cut into pieces, and then the meat and bones are thrown into the pot and stewed with some ingredients. But after a while, the rich aroma evaporated around. Many soldiers and townsmen couldn't help swallowing their saliva when passing by the pot. In this era, ordinary townsmen only ate two meals a day, and only during festivals and New Years can they eat some meat. As for the soldiers, the treatment is better, because Murphy arranged the plan to distribute some meat every three days to maintain combat effectiveness!

But in most cases, the soldiers eat fish.

If mutton is usually a lord, general and middle and senior officials can enjoy it.

It is around three o'clock in the afternoon.

The obstacles and defense lines were finally arranged, and after two hours of stewing, the mutton in the pot was stewed to pieces, and the rich aroma had already spread around the square. Not only the soldiers, but even the clerks behind Murphy made a sound of swallowing saliva. Even in modern times, Westerners do not pay much attention to Chinese food. The most hearty staple food of their day is dinner.

At three o'clock, the time is almost done.

It is early spring now, and it usually gets dark around six o'clock.

Military strategy should be based on the actual situation. From the beginning, Murphy has added what he can calculate in all aspects into the plan. Because only in this way can he increase his chances of winning a little!

Only by ensuring that you can survive!

He can't escape all the time, so he has to face some dangers in person!

It takes about three hours from 4 pm to the end of the night to the complete darkness. This period is enough for the soldiers to eat and digest the food and then turn it into their own energy. The sufficient meat also makes the soldiers not hungry so quickly, allowing them to have good physical strength in the whole night.

You know, eating too much is almost ineffective!

I planned everything again, and it was about four o'clock in the afternoon, and the food needed by 1,800 people was finally ready.

"Start up!" Murphy picked up a bowl of stewed meaty broth, then took two white bread and took a bite.

Seeing Murphy ate first, the soldiers cheered and surrounded them to get their own food.

Although during the war, Murphy and the soldiers enjoyed food together.

But the magnanimity of rules and status still exists, just like only when Murphy enjoys the food first, the soldiers can eat in big mouthfuls. This is also an invisible respect.

There are no chairs in the square, and there is nothing to pay attention to at this time.

Murphy picked up the broth and took a sip, then sat on the ground, and sat on the steps in the center of the square.

Seeing Murphy sitting on the ground for eating, the soldiers were also learning and sat on the ground with a bowl of broth. However, the townspeople just ate and ate voraciously. The soldiers, even when they were eating, kept their weapons by their side, and did not eat quickly because they knew that chewing slowly would help digestion. If a fight occurred next, it would not affect their strength.

A scent of fragrance blew by, and the high priest sat on Murphy's left with a small bowl of broth and a piece of bread.

She used her slender fingers to break the bread and put the larger half into Murphy's bowl. Seeing Murphy look over, the woman smiled softly, and then ate it in small mouthfuls of bread with the broth. The snow-white sacrificial robe was covered with dust, and it seemed that she had been busy all morning, but her face was still beautiful, unlike before. At this moment, she inexplicably had a bit of soft femininity.

As if there was a tacit understanding, the high priest had just sat down.

Marquis Elizabeth also sat far to Murphy's right with the broth.

The two women who met for the first time looked at each other, then turned their heads inadvertently and landed their eyes on Murphy.

Electric sparks!

Murphy still looked unaware and focused on eliminating the food in front of him.

The two women looked at each other for a moment and smiled reservedly and gracefully, and for a moment they were like a flower blooming!
Chapter completed!