"Your Majesty is merciful! You are generous! You will be the people of His Majesty from now on! He will never sit and watch you freeze to death and starve to death. The food will come soon! Then you will no longer have to. Eating rotten rice bran will fill your hunger, wheat, barley, and oats will become your food, so don’t panic!"

　　 The captain of the Centurion team patrolled back and forth, repeating this sentence again and again: "Don't worry, don't worry! What I said is true, I swear it is true!"

　　 However, even if he did this guarantee, he still couldn't convince the serfs. Although this group of people didn't beat and scold them like the imperial army, they looked more fierce and evil.

　　 They don't trust the soldiers more than a poisonous snake, but under such comfort, they still dispel some doubts.

　　 With anticipation and feelings of gains and losses in their hearts, the serfs calmed down, keeping their body temperature and nutrition as much as possible, waiting for the relief food from His Majesty the Grand Duke of the soldiers.

　　 "When will we get there... They are not lying to us?"

　　 A fragile serf woman with a dirty face and a stinky smell all over her body said worriedly to her husband next to her.

　　The male serf was silent for a while, and then a little helpless appeared on the face that looked abnormally old due to lack of nutrition and all-day labor.

He picked up a four or five-year-old boy from his wife's arms, then looked at another man and a woman, and said reluctantly: "It shouldn't be possible. Why should a great and noble person like your Majesty lie to us? I listen. Saying that we came to Beijing is the request of an adult, let us travel thousands of miles from the south to the north, it will definitely not let us die at will, put your heart in your stomach!"

　　 "Father... I'm hungry!" After he finished speaking, the boy in his arms said timidly, clutching the clothes of the difficult serf.

After hearing his son's timid words, the male serf hugged him helplessly, and whispered: "Hold on again, baby. Your Majesty will give us food soon, but before that we must first persist. Go on, if we finish eating early, we may not be able to stick to that time. Think about delicious oatmeal and stick to it!"

　　 The children of the serf’s family are always precocious. The hard life makes these children who should be living in happiness become more and more sensible. After hearing his father's words, he nodded and stopped speaking.

At this time, the grain transport team was moving fast on the stone slab road that had been built in the northern border. The heavy horse sharma was extremely powerful, and its endurance was not bad. It dragged nearly a ton of grain for one day. Walking down unexpectedly reached more than forty kilometers.

　　 But even so, they still have nearly 800 kilometers to travel from the southern junction.

　　 And after passing Twarinburg, there is no stone road to walk on. The daily travel speed of 30 kilometers is already the limit.

　　 The entourage responsible for escorting this batch of grain is a complete infantry wing. At this time, these soldiers are taking grain from the carriage to feed the horse.

　　 Horses, even if they are farming horses, have very high requirements for food and fodder, far surpassing farming cattle, and horses are naturally no exception. If you want to maintain a fast marching speed, you must ensure that they eat and rest.

In addition to the three hundred soldiers, there were dozens of officials in the entourage. After seven years of accumulation of the establishment of the Academy of Officials, Reiner finally deployed officials to every village, and every village was responsible for administration and taxation. Official, loyal to Lena.

　　Then these junior officials who are still in continuous production and are surplus, Rainer will naturally not waste them, but store them for emergencies.

　　Because he knew that his territory could not stop in the North, his goal was the entire Redka Empire, how many people, how many villages and towns the entire Empire had to establish rule, and the number of officials needed was definitely several times that of the North.

At present, the number of officials in Reiner's reserve is only more than 100. He sent more than 50 people to comfort the civilians. He plans to organize these serfs into villages or enter cities, so first let them and their future villages. The best option is to get familiar with the officer.

　　 Besides, although these junior officials cannot handle major issues, they are able to reassure the people and deal with trivial matters.

　　 "Father...When will your Majesty arrive?" The young boy before was still lying in his father's arms and asked softly.

　　 As food becomes less and less, they can only reduce their daily intake in order to sustain it, which makes them weaker and weaker.

　　 The young and ignorant child still didn’t understand what the grand prince was. He thought that like the old knight master who used a whip to supervise his father’s work, he would personally **** himself and others.

"His Majesty will return soon, and hold on again. As long as you hold on for a few more days, you will be able to eat oatmeal!" His father knew what kind of noble and great existence the Grand Duke was, but in order to give his own The child has some hope, he can only say so.

　　 More than a month has passed, and the bodies of these serfs have become weaker and weaker, and even three or four people have died in the cold wind in the northern border every day because of lack of heat from food.

　　 Even the rations carried by the two coalitions were discussed by the two coalition leaders and provided to the serfs, but even so, the remaining food was difficult to sustain.

　　 "Come! They are here! The transport convoy sent by your majesty is here!" In a marching tent, a soldier rushed in and said excitedly to the two coalition captains.

　　 After taking out the rations for the serfs, the soldiers’ rations were hard to guarantee. Now that the food has finally arrived, it’s no wonder he is so happy.

　　 "Great!" The two coalition captains stood up from the ground and looked at each other, UU reading www.uukanshu.com exclaimed in excitement.

　　 Soon, without any lag, a mouthful marching pot was set up. The oatmeal and barley were mixed together and placed in the water. The flames under the iron pot were burning, licking the dark bottom of the pot.

　　 The boiling water in the pot also showed a white color, which is the effect of adding goat milk into the water.

　　 In addition to oats and barley, this thick goat's milk porridge contains a lot of chopped air-dried meat and bacon, which exudes a strong aroma under the influence of heat.

　　After seeing this scene, the serfs finally completely trusted the Great Duke of the Northern Territory. At the same time, they reluctantly formed a line under the scolding of the soldiers, and began to fill the meat porridge with the rotten pottery bowls in their hands.

　　 "So fragrant, father, this is the best porridge I have ever tasted!" The boy ate the meat porridge in the rotten pottery bowl regardless of the high temperature, and said vaguely to his father.

　　His father was the same, swallowing meat porridge, and after hearing the child's words, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

　　 To be able to take out such precious grain and meat to share with them this group of serfs, His Majesty is too kind and generous.

　　 When he tasted the first bite of meat porridge, the male serf swears in his heart that he will serve His Majesty the Grand Duke for life, even if the future is dark!

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