Summoning Total War

Chapter 20 The final tranquility (Part 2) ()

"Lord Governor, those jackals are camped ten miles away. Judging from the number, there seem to be three to four thousand people." Because there were no light cavalry, the knights of the general's guard had to serve as scouts. After the light cavalry appeared, they were responsible for the investigation.

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

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

Murphy had already guessed the reason why the jackals camped instead of attacking.

These creatures have a certain degree of night vision. Compared to humans, jackals have better vision at night. Therefore, they are not in a hurry to attack, but are waiting for night to fall.

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

Although this will reduce the chance of winning by a few points, we can't expect our opponents to be just a group of beasts without any intelligence at this time.

Since they want to fight at night, then I will accompany them to have a happy night fight!

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

This man in his fifties with a full beard took out his notebook and made some calculations, and then said respectfully to Murphy: "Mr. Governor, all the cattle have been moved away. There are still thirteen sheep and fifty chickens in the town. Duck and about six hundred pounds of fish.”

It is impossible to keep the cattle, which are the main force of farming.

For now, killing cattle is something Murphy will never tolerate.

"Kill six sheep and get two hundred pounds of fish!" Murphy re-deduced the planned battle budget, and then said solemnly.

The battle will end tomorrow afternoon at most!

If he hadn't defeated the Jackal by tomorrow afternoon, his current high morale would collapse. The only thing Murphy could do was to retreat to the other side of the Nidoria River and start over.

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

"Yes! Lord Governor!"

Tread! Tread! tread!

Heavy footsteps sounded behind Murphy, and then Hamilton, dripping with sweat, came to his side. The general with a resolute face saluted Murphy and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Governor! The obstacles have been set up. , the hay has also been stacked."

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

"Yes!" Hamilton responded.

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

Obviously there is no time for exquisite cooking now, so the slaughtered sheep are cut into pieces, and then the meat and bones are thrown into the pot and stewed with some ingredients. After a while, the rich aroma spread to the surroundings. Many soldiers and townspeople swallowed involuntarily when they passed by the pot. In this era, ordinary townspeople only had two meals a day, and they could only eat some meat during festivals and New Years. As for the soldiers, the treatment is better, because the plan arranged by Murphy is that the soldiers are allocated some meat every three days to maintain combat effectiveness!

But for the most part, the soldiers ate fish.

Mutton, in normal times, could only be enjoyed by lords, generals, and middle- and high-level officials.

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

The obstacles and defense lines were finally set up, and after two hours of stewing, the mutton in the pot was stewed to a pulp, and the rich aroma filled the surrounding square. Not only the soldiers, but also the clerks behind Murphy made swallowing sounds. Even in modern times, Westerners do not pay much attention to Chinese food. Their most sumptuous staple food of the day is dinner.

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

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

Military strategy should be based on real conditions. From the beginning, Murphy included all aspects he could calculate into the plan. Because only in this way can he increase his chances of winning by a few points!

Only then can you ensure that you can survive!

He can't keep running away, so there are some dangers that he must face personally!

It takes about three hours from four o'clock in the afternoon until it gets completely dark in the evening. This time is enough for the soldiers to digest the food after they are full and then convert it into their own energy. Sufficient meat also prevents the soldiers from getting hungry so quickly, allowing them to have good physical strength throughout the night.

You know, eating too much has almost no fighting power!

After planning everything again, the time was around four o'clock in the afternoon, and the food needed by 1,800 people was finally ready.

"Let's eat!" Murphy picked up a bowl and filled it with a bowl of broth that was stewed like minced meat, then took two pieces of white bread and took a bite.

Seeing that Murphy ate first, the soldiers cheered and gathered around to get their own food.

Although during the war, Murphy enjoyed food with the soldiers.

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

There are no chairs in the square, and there is nothing to be particular about at this time.

Murphy took a sip of the broth and simply sat on the floor, on the steps in the center of the square.

Seeing Murphy sitting on the ground eating, the soldiers followed suit and sat on the ground with a bowl of broth. But the townspeople just ate, and devoured it. Those soldiers, even when eating, kept their weapons beside them and did not eat quickly because they knew that chewing slowly would help digestion and would not affect the performance of their strength if a battle ensued.

A wisp of fragrant wind drifted by, and the high priest sat on Murphy's left side with a small bowl of broth and a piece of bread.

She broke the bread apart with her slender fingers and placed the larger half into Murphy's bowl. Seeing Murphy looking over, the woman smiled softly, then dipped her bread into the broth and ate it in small sips. The snow-white sacrificial robe was covered with dust. It seemed that she had been busy all morning, but her face was still beautiful. Different from before, she inexplicably had a bit more femininity at this moment.

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

The Marquise Elizabeth also sat down on Murphy's right side, carrying broth.

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

Electric sparks!

Murphy remained oblivious and concentrated on destroying the food in front of him.

The two women looked at each other for a moment and then smiled reservedly and elegantly at each other. For a moment, it was like a hundred flowers blooming!

An undercurrent of murderous intent...