Summoning Total War

"Your Excellency, those wolves camped ten miles away. Looking at the number, it seems that there are three to four thousand people." Because there is no light cavalry, the knights of the general guard had to come on as a scout. After the light cavalry appeared, they were responsible for the investigation.

　　 "I see." Murphy stood in the central square, and several clerks behind him were distributing strategic materials.

　　 The time is now at noon, and the sun is quite dazzling.

　　 The reason why the jackals did not attack and set up camp, Murphy had already guessed in his heart.

　　 These creatures have a certain night vision ability. Compared with humans, jackals have better vision at night. Therefore, they are not eager to attack, but are waiting for the night to come.

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

　　 Although this will reduce the odds of winning a bit, but at this time, I can't hope that the opponent is just a group of beasts without the slightest wisdom.

　　Since they want to fight the night battle, then I will accompany them in a good night battle!

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　　 "How much meat is there?" Murphy asked, wiping his sword, turning to the financial officer behind him.

This fifty-year-old man with a full face and beard took out a book and calculated it, and then respectfully said to Murphy: "My lord, the cows have all moved away. There are still thirteen sheep and fifty chickens in the town. Duck and about six hundred pounds of fish."

　　 It’s impossible for cattle to stay. That is the main force of farming.

　　For now, killing cattle is something Murphy absolutely cannot tolerate.

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

　　The battle ends at most tomorrow afternoon!

　　 If you have not defeated the Jackal by tomorrow afternoon, then the current high morale will collapse. The only thing Murphy can do is to retreat on the other bank of the Nedoria and start all over again.

　　 "I want to see all the soldiers can eat meat at noon today!" The mobilization before the war is indispensable, and Murphy will not forget this.

　　 "Yes! Lord Governor!"

　　Step! Step! tread!

There were heavy footsteps behind Murphy, and then Hamilton, sweating profusely, came to him. This resolute general saluted Murphy and said solemnly: "Your Excellency! The obstacle has been set. , The hay has also been stacked."

　　 "Yeah." Murphy nodded and said, "Very well, let's get some food first. Then let the soldiers familiarize themselves with the retreat route. There must be no confusion!"

　　 "Yes!" Hamilton responded.

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

　　 Obviously there is no time for delicate cooking. The slaughtered sheep are cut into pieces, and then the meat and bones are thrown into the pot and stewed with some condiments. But after a while, the rich fragrance drifted to the surroundings. Many soldiers and townsfolk swallowed their saliva involuntarily as they passed by the pot. In this era, ordinary townspeople only eat two meals a day, and only on holidays and New Years can they eat some meat. As for the soldiers, the treatment is better, because Murphy's plan is to distribute some meat every three days to maintain combat effectiveness!

　　 But in most cases, the soldiers eat fish.

　　 mutton, if it belongs to lords, generals, and middle and high-ranking officials, can only enjoy it in peacetime.

　　The time is around three o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 The obstacles and defense lines were finally set up, and after two hours of stewing, the lamb in the pot was already simmered, and the rich aroma had filled the surrounding square. Not only the soldiers, but even the clerks behind Murphy swallowed. Even in the modern era, Westerners don't pay much attention to Chinese food. Their most abundant staple of the day is dinner.

　　 At three o'clock, it's almost time.

　　 It's the early spring season, and it's usually dark around six o'clock.

　　 The military strategy must be based on the actual situation. From the beginning, Murphy added what he could calculate to the plan. Because only in this way can he increase his odds by a few points!

　　 can guarantee that one can survive!

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

　　 It takes about three hours from four o'clock in the afternoon until the night is completely dark. This period of time is enough for the soldiers to digest the food after eating, and then convert it into their own energy. Sufficient meat also prevents the soldiers from being hungry so fast, allowing them to have good physical strength in one night.

　　 You know, eating too much is almost useless!

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

　　 "It's dinner!" Murphy picked up a bowl of stewed meat broth, then took two white bread and took a bite.

　　 Seeing Murphy had eaten first, the soldiers cheered and flocked together to get their own food.

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

　　 But the respect and inferiority of the rules and status still exist, just like Murphy eats the food first, and the soldiers can eat it. This is also invisible respect.

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

　　 Murphy took a sip of the broth and simply sat on the floor, UU reading www. uukanshu. cm is sitting on the steps in the center of the square.

　　 Seeing Murphy sitting on the ground to eat, the soldiers also learned something, all sitting on the ground with a bowl of broth. However, the townsfolk eat just as they eat, and gobble them up. And those soldiers, even if they are eating, keep their weapons by their side. They don't eat fast, because they know that chewing and swallowing will help digestion, and if there is a battle next, it will not affect their strength.

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　　 A scent of fragrant wind passed, and the high priest took a small bowl of broth and took a piece of bread and sat to Murphy's left.

　　 She opened the bread with her slender fingers and put the larger half in Murphy's bowl. Seeing Murphy looking over, the woman smiled softly, and then sipped the 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, different from the past, at this moment, she was inexplicably more feminine.

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

　　 The Marquise Elizabeth also took the broth and sat down to Murphy's right.

　　 The two women who met for the first time glanced at each other, and then each turned their heads inadvertently, and their gazes fell on Murphy.

　　 Electric spark!

　　 Murphy still looks unaware, focusing on destroying the food in front of him.

　　 The two women looked at each other for a moment and then smiled gracefully and restrainedly, just like a hundred flowers blooming!

　　 Murderous Undercurrent...

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