King Sartri found that if he continued to persecute Count Redmara, he would probably lose more than the gains, so his attitude also softened.

　　 He talked to Count Redmara like that because of his eagerness and his desire to get some more benefits, but if the other party broke the jar, then the things agreed upon before would not be counted.

　　 King Satri and Count Redmara were extremely ugly after they calmed down, and what King Satri said before was not unreasonable.

　　 Just as he said, an army lacking food cannot exert its combat effectiveness, and morale will collapse due to lack of food.

　　 Soon, the quartermaster entered the two tents.

　　 "How long can we last for the rest of the food?" Count Redmara asked first.

　　 "Four days, we only have four days of food storage!" The quartermaster looked at King Satri, hesitated, and said to Count Redmara.

　　He is a quartermaster in the imperial capital.

　　 "There are only four days left..." Count Redmara frowned and tapped the table in front of him lightly.

　　 "Can you think of a way to use these four-day rations for ten days? Reduce the supply of horses and distribute them to the soldiers as much as possible. Can it be done?"

　　 Listening to the words of Count Redmara, the quartermaster thought for a while, and then said: "It can be done, but if you do this, the horse's physical strength will be greatly weakened, I'm afraid..."

　　 "Don't worry, we have to do this, not to mention that we are besieging the enemy, so we don’t need a war horse for the time being!"

　　 Count Redmara waved his hand and made up his mind immediately.

　　 King Sateli also had no objection. There were no knights in the Kingdom of Bukerdern. Even if the horse ration was reduced, he would not be able to reduce it.

　　 Soon, the soldiers noticed that there was a big gap between the food they had allocated and the only chicken.

　　 "Wait for you, **** it!" A soldier of the Imperial Army looked at the small piece of bread and dried meat in his hand and couldn't help being a little dazed. He stood up and shouted at the quartermaster who distributed the food.

　　 "What's the matter, soldier?"

　　 "I think you should give me a good explanation!" The soldier raised up the poor food in his hand and said, "Are you sure this is for us dinner, not a hors d'oeuvre?"

　　 "Yes, yes, I'm pretty sure this is your dinner, do you have any objections, soldier?"

　　 "Oh **** it!" The soldier angrily smashed the hard dried meat in his hand on the quartermaster's face, and then rushed forward with a kick.

"I came here from the imperial capital to fight for the lords and for the great royal family, and then you take these things to feed me, not even let us eat, right? You must be the **** group of quartermasters who have embezzled us. food!"

　　 said, the soldier rushed up and knocked the quartermaster down again, riding on his body and hitting the opponent's face with punch after punch.

　　 "Good job! Beat him up!"

　　 "Damn bug! We are fighting in the blood and you are corrupting our food! Go to death!"

　　 When a group of soldiers saw that the quartermaster was beaten, they stood up and cheered.

　　 The soldier who beat the quartermaster heard the shouts of the people around him, and his fists with leather gloves kept hitting the opponent's face, and his face was full of blood in just one minute.

　　 The quartermaster's struggling movements became weaker and weaker, and then he stopped struggling completely and let the soldiers keep hitting them.

　　 "Oh **** it!" The soldiers behind rushed up to grab the soldier who was still not going to stop, and pulled him up from the quartermaster.

　　 The remaining two hurriedly checked the quartermaster's physical condition.

　　 They put their fingers near the quartermaster's nostrils, and their complexion changed suddenly.

　　 then put his head on the opponent's chest again, stood up and said in shock, "He... he's dead!"

　　 There was an uproar when the news spread.

　　 The soldiers looked at each other with horrified eyes, not knowing what to say.

　　 "I...I..." The soldier who had killed the quartermaster also came to his senses. He looked at the corpse on the ground in a panic, and he wanted to say something but was afraid of speech.

　　 Although these soldiers are veterans rolling on the battlefield, they are not afraid of death and corpses, but they are aimed at their own enemies.

　　 The quartermaster in front of him was his friend, his comrade-in-arms, but he was killed by himself. One can imagine the panic in his heart.

　　 "No...I didn't mean it!" The soldier hurriedly explained to his comrades beside him.

　　 "You must testify for me! It was he who provoked my anger of course! I didn't mean to kill him!"

　　 The sequelae of food shortage quickly broke out in the camp. Although there was only one case where a quartermaster was beaten to death, the contradiction between the quartermaster and the soldiers in charge of food rationing became more and more intensified.

　　 In addition, the soldiers’ hearts are full of resentment. Who is willing to give you their lives without food?

　　 These soldiers lie in the tent to save energy. Even if the officer asks them to go to work, they resist their orders under the pretext of being hungry and lacking energy.

　　 "Damn it! Our camp is now a mess! Count Redmara, we must find a way to solve this situation!"

　　 King Sateli looked at Count Redmara coldly and said.

　　 "What can I do? The news of the lack of food has spread. I have already said that confidentiality must be kept secret. Why is it still known!"

　　 Count Redmara has no choice~lightnovelpub.net~ He can only choose to shirk responsibility.

　　 "Enough! Not everyone is as stupid as you! The food in your mouth is far less than before, and everyone can understand what happened!"

　　 "What I want now is a solution! Not to make you complain here!" King Sattley said unbearably.

　　 Count Redmara was silent. After a while, he said: "We can only send some soldiers to protect our food passage and prevent our food from being robbed again..."

　　 "In addition, we can just take this opportunity to attack the castle. I believe that under the temptation of food, the soldiers are willing to attack the city hard and eat the food inside!"

　　 King Satelli thought for a while, but he didn't think of a better way than Count Redmara, so he could only reluctantly nod his head in agreement.

　　 Soon, Count Redmara’s assembly order was communicated to every soldier.

　　 Unwillingly, these soldiers got up from the camp bed, put on the lining and iron armor, and assembled with a halberd or a long sword.

　　 "There is no strength to fight at all, and we don't even feed us enough food, why do we still give them our lives?"

　　 A soldier said grumblingly, looking in the direction of the noble lords with impatient eyes.

　　 "Shut up! Are you looking for death?" His commander hurriedly put a foot on his **** and murmured.

　　 "It's okay, okay, I got it, I'm just talking about it!"

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