Alexander the Great gritted his teeth, holding back his anger, his fists clenched, the monstrous anger had not yet been vented, at this moment, he really wanted to slash Edward Pula with a sword, and then carry his head to inspire the three armies to counterattack the blockade line of the Great Autumn Army!

But reason told him that he couldn't do it, and that cutting generals before the battle, especially those who often won like Edward Pula, would only backfire, and when the time came, the morale would not be motivated, but the soldiers would be discouraged, and counterattack the blockade line of the Great Autumn Army, and there was little hope of success!

"How long can our army's food last?" Alexander the Great asked in a deep voice.

"II. Twenty-five days.." Edward Pura replied with a shudder.

Alexander the Great closed his eyes slightly, getting more and more angry, but he still held back his anger and asked, "Did you send someone to find something to eat?" ”

"Pie, caught three snakes, a litter of rabbits, a hundred insects..."

"Shut up!" Alexander the Great roared again, and the frightened Edward Pra suddenly stopped his mouth, his whole body was trembling, his head was drenched in cold sweat, Alexander the Great really almost vomited blood, what a bastard!

"I told you to find something to eat, and you found these things?" Alexander the Great looked at Edward Pla kneeling at his feet with murderous eyes, although Edward Pla lowered his head, he could feel a chill and killing intent, and immediately exclaimed in fright: "Your Majesty, there is really no way, except for these mountain beasts, grasses and insects, there is nothing to eat!" ”

Alexander the Great's eyes were frighteningly bloodshot, and his eyes looked like they were about to explode, "What about the water?" How much water is left in the warriors' storage? ”

"The warrior's kettle has plenty of water, but as soon as we drink it, we will run out of water!" Edward Pura replied stiffly.

Alexander the Great was silent for a few moments, and then immediately and decisively ordered: "Pass my order, the soldiers of the whole army can only drink two grams of water a day, just like in the desert, how much can be saved, urine must be filled with a kettle, not wasted, and at the same time send people to dig a pit to see if it can overflow groundwater!" ”

"The soldiers can only eat one meal a day, no more than two grams per meal, all the original grain is stored, and the soldiers of the whole army begin to eat edible bark, roots, and wild things, in addition, the three thousand natives cannot be let go, and do not give them food, let them starve to death, and when necessary, kill them for meat and blood!"

When Edward Pura heard the last sentence, his heart trembled, and he wanted to eat human flesh.

"Yes!" Edward Pra replied.

Edward Pura knew very well that there was no way out, and he couldn't watch the soldiers starve to death!

Edward Pura soon left the tent and gave the order, which was only enough for twenty-five days, and immediately sealed it as the last straw for the expeditionary corps.

The soldiers did not resist these orders, because they had lived like this in a large desert at the beginning, and at that time, there were still people who ate.

Alexander the Great was not idle in the tent, he briefly drew a map, and then began to simulate the sand table, calculating the duel between the two armies, how much was the winning rate of his side, the people in the tent were not idle, how could the people outside the tent be idle, digging the roots of the trees, scraping the bark of the bark, digging pits to take groundwater, each performing their duties, not panicking at all.

This fully shows that the soldiers of the Roman expeditionary legion had a high personal quality, and if they had been replaced by an ordinary army, they would have surrendered or collapsed long ago.

Time passed slowly, and for the soldiers of the Roman Expeditionary Legion, when there was nothing to eat, time passed very slowly, day by day, day by day, the soldiers of the Roman Expeditionary Legion experienced the days of drinking only two grams of water a day and eating only one meal of no more than two grams of food.

They are not beasts, they can go three or four days without eating or drinking, they are not gods, they can not eat the fireworks of the world, a day like this, so that the combat effectiveness of the Roman expeditionary legion has greatly declined, fortunately, the physical fitness and consciousness of the Roman soldiers are very high, and there is no such thing as starvation and dizziness.

"I'm homesick!"

A Roman warrior sat on the green grass, looking at the sky, his eyes revealed the color of longing, when he thought of the beautiful wife and lovely daughter at home, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, showing an excited smile, maybe the stomach in the stomach also has feelings, no longer there is a sense of hunger, and the throat also has a feeling of convergence and dryness, which makes his whole person fall into a good memory.

"I'm also homesick, I've been on an expedition for ten years, and I don't know if my baby son has grown up, and I don't know if he will recognize me when I go, I hope that when I go back, my wife will take my son to meet me outside and make me something to eat."

"How old is your son?"

"I left when my son was three years old, this year is the tenth year of our expedition, thirteen years old, I guess I don't know me anymore, maybe in his eyes, my father is an illusory person, I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can only ask my mother about me!"

"Your wife and son will be proud of you, for you are the most elite expeditionary legion soldier in the Roman kingdom, the bravest warrior!"

"I hope they will live happily in the kingdom."

"Of course I'm happy!"

"Maybe!"

Nostalgia is contagious, 100,000 warriors, if there is a person who misses his hometown, 100,000 people will be reminded of this person, 100,000 warriors stick their cross swords in the land, sit directly on the ground, and look at the imperial doctor and clouds hanging in the sky.

Thinking about it, the clouds gradually turned into a human face, the faces in the eyes of every soldier are the same, there are fat and thin, there are old and young, the faces of the clouds are the people they miss the most, they are their relatives, and they are one of the driving forces for their brave battles!

100,000 soldiers had a tacit strike, and the officers at all levels did not reprimand, because the officers were also nostalgic, even when Alexander the Great simulated a sand table battle, he would think of the concubines and princes in the palace, imagine himself by their side, and teach them why they became a good king and general.

Facts have proved that in times of crisis, in times of despair and sorrow, they will think of the people who have accompanied them in their lives, and they will fall into deep memories, and the time of memories will be very fast, and the sun will set in the blink of an eye, and the white clouds will not be visible.

PS: "I originally wanted to write the pressure mountain to death, but I saw a book friend who said, don't let him die, so I respected the opinion of the book friend and decided to let him live a little longer!" ”