Warlord: King of All Clans

While no one was around, Arina Mishe tried to persuade her father, "Father, the defender of Buck Fortress is very strong. The people of the North are brave, and now they have the help of foreigners. If you rush to attack, even if you capture the fortress, you will suffer heavy losses. Why bother?"

The last time she came, she not only fought with Leo for three rounds, but also took the opportunity to take a look at the defenses of Buck Fortress.

Those strong werewolf warriors, fully armored two-headed ogres, and wolf barbarians holding combat shields are all elite fighting forces.

Even ordinary regular infantrymen from the Northern Territory are generally a head taller than those from the Western Territory, showing their advantage when standing on the city walls.

The grassland cavalry could still tease them in the wild, but to attack the city wall head-on would be tantamount to seeking death.

In addition, according to the description of the defender who escaped back earlier, the alien race raised by the opposite side also has powerful and mysterious alchemical weapons that can cause damage comparable to that of an extraordinary wizard.

Although the Talhan Legion is powerful, attacking such a fortress would definitely not be worth the cost.

Tarhan Burke had made up his mind. He was annoyed by his daughter's noise along the way and shouted, "What do you know, woman? Bak Fortress is where I made my fortune, and it is equivalent to the ancestral home of the Tarhan tribe. If Bak Fortress is occupied by the northerners for one day, the westerners will laugh at me for one more year!"

The current Tarhan Berk, whose real name is Slatu Tarhan, his grandfather was the commander of the Buck Fortress appointed by the previous Berk family.

Taking advantage of the weakness of the Burke family, the Talhan family embezzled the tax revenue of Buck Fortress, took the opportunity to rise up, successfully backstabbed the Burke family, and became the new generation of the Burke family.

Following his grandfather, Shilatu and his sons worked hard and continued to conquer the surrounding Berk families, expanding the territory of Tarhan Berk tenfold, successfully becoming one of the ten tribes in the Western Territory and the strongest of the four grassland tribes in the north of the Western Territory.

Arina Mishe was concerned about her family, and said quietly: "Father, even if we take down Buck Fortress, we have lost more than half of our men, and others will just laugh at us. The Ashina tribe in the south and the Yuezhong tribe in the west, which one will allow us to rest and recuperate?"

"Besides, you have angered the people of the North. Before we take down Fort Buck, your own son has already been killed as a sacrifice."

Seeing his daughter's worry, Shilatu Tarhanbek suppressed his irritability and revealed a little of his true thoughts, "Brother Yue, we must fight, but I didn't say we must win."

"Just listen to me and your brother will be fine."

Arina Mishe's full name is Yuege Arina Mishe. Her mother is the daughter of the leader of the Yuege tribe. She raised her as a boy since she was a child, so the elders in the family called her by her nickname "Yuege".

However, after his younger brother Yuegechar was born, Arina Mishe removed the prefix Yuege.

According to the custom of the Western Grasslands, a son's name is preceded by his mother's surname in order to highlight the reputation of his mother's clan and thus improve his competitiveness in the clan.

But this is not necessary for daughters, as they will get married. Arina Mishe needs to have a prefix, and after she gets married, her name will be changed to "Taerhan Arina Mishe". She also tries hard to give birth to a strong son and have the son be named with the prefix "Taerhan" so that she can gain enough status in her husband's family.

Arina Mishe has many younger brothers, but only Yuegechar is her full brother.

Caring about him is not only out of sibling affection, but also her mother's last wish before her death.

Arina Mishe was about to persuade him when there was a noise outside. The military tent was lifted up and a burly man from the grassland walked in.

Arina Mishe quickly shut up. She was strong, smart, decisive, and a prairie wolf girl who was famous in the Western Territory. She was loved by her father since she was a child and was the only child who dared to contradict her violent father.

But in front of outsiders, Arina Mishe is always respectful to her father in order to protect the family.

"Ge Shuman, what's the matter?"

The man who came was Geshuman, a trusted general under Tarhan Beg. He spoke in a loud voice, "Beg, I just counted and found that fifty carts of food were lost on the road."

"What?" Talhanberk was already irritable, and he flew into a rage when he heard this. "Who is in charge of the grain? Drag him out and behead him!"

"It's your third son Huhu."

"Uh, twenty lashes, demoted to centurion!"

"yes."

After a while, loud screams and the sound of whips hitting flesh were heard outside, and it took a long time to subside.

A young general in his thirties walked in with a pale face and unsteady steps.

"Father……"

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Huhu Talhan was aggrieved and anxious, "I don't know! I slept on the grain cart on the road!"

The food reserves in the western cities were not large. The entire legion only carried two hundred carts of food and fodder, plus cattle and sheep, which together only provided enough food for half a month.

The next batch of logistical supplies will not arrive until ten days later. If the loss exceeds the estimate, although it will not lead to food shortage, it also means that cattle and sheep will have to be slaughtered as soon as they arrive.

In the western border, the soldiers were slaughtering cattle and sheep before the battle even started. This was an extremely ominous sign, and it lowered morale almost as much as a defeat.

Fifty carts of food, which were three days' rations for the Tarhan Legion, disappeared just like that. Tarhan Beg had never encountered such a situation in his half-life of fighting.

He was a senior commander and was well aware of the importance of food and logistics, so he asked his second son to supervise the food supply personally and his third son to look after the food for the army to prevent his subordinates from embezzling it.

The old Tarhanberk was unwilling to blame his son too much, so he just waved his hand and said, "Stay with me. Let Geshuman personally supervise the grain and grass tomorrow."

"yes."

While they were discussing the matter, Freya had sneaked into the military camp and came to the warehouse tent with ease.

When she got the news that the army from the west was approaching, she came over at night to steal food, eating and taking things, and went back and forth several times throughout the night until dawn.

Today is already the third day. Although the army has already been stationed and the food has been unloaded from the food carts by the Western Border soldiers and sent to the strictly guarded warehouse, she has already marked it and can tell where it is by just smelling it.

After entering the warehouse, Freya's body quickly grew larger, almost reaching the top of the huge tent with her head, and she bent down to check her food stores.

She tore open a bag of food. "Let me see what this is."

"Oh, bacon again."

Freya picked up the crude bacon from the West, and reluctantly poured the entire bag of more than 50 kilograms of bacon into her mouth, chewing with her cheeks puffed out.

After being spoiled by the Hewan Mansion, this kind of the crudest and least salted bacon has become tasteless.

But since she was already here, Freya didn't mind. While chewing, she took out the small pocket she brought with her and said, "Forget it, take it back."

After packing more than a dozen bags of bacon, Freya set her eyes on the wooden box next to it and resumed her mood of opening blind boxes. "Let me guess what this is!"

She didn't even guess and opened the wooden box directly, "Wow! It's fresh carrots!"

“Delicious! Delicious!”

After eating two boxes of carrots while sitting on the ground, she got up contentedly and put the remaining dozen boxes of carrots into her small pocket.

After eating and taking, half of the warehouse tent was empty. Freya burped and her body quickly shrank into that of a weasel cub. "Let's go home and run to digest the food!"

Taking advantage of the night, Freya ran out of the military camp and ran to the foot of the mountain on the side of Buck Fortress and screamed twice.

A fat prairie dog poked its head out of its hole and looked at Freya, followed by the second, third, and fourth...

Hundreds of groundhogs had been waiting here for her to feed them.

Under the rock wall nearby, there were several litters of wind wolf pups. Under the watchful eye of the mother wolf, they crawled closer and surrounded Freya together with the group of marmots.

The wind wolves of the West and the mount wolves of the North are actually the same species, both are offshoots of the low-level magical beasts - the prairie giant wolves, but the former are more inclined towards magic and can shoot wind blades, while the latter are more inclined towards physical strength and can carry hundreds of pounds of objects and run fast.

Freya generously took out her small pocket and distributed food to her new friends from the West.

As Freya fed the animals, more and more creatures from the West appeared. By midnight, even the giant earth bears from the Buck Mountains came over.

Freya fed the food with a smile, and said generously: "Just eat! If it's not enough, I'll get more!"

The next morning, Geshuman and Huhu took over the grain and went to the warehouse together to see that another fifty carts of grain had disappeared.