After retreating from the outer urn city, Ranmarok and Dahal were in an extremely bad mood, and their gloomy and solemn expressions reflected this badness unabashedly. Both of them were veterans of the Second Battle of the Dragon and Lion, and Ranmarok personally stopped the invincible fire general who had penetrated into the hinterland of Ravenston on the Outer Urn City of the West Gate, forcing him to give up breaking through from the Frost Bridge. And because of this qualification, the two of them also experienced the sudden birth of the Omenwolf at the end of the Second Dragon and Lion Battle and the ensuing wave of raids. The appearance of the wolf directly stifled Ravenston's counterattack, and he led nearly 100,000 Misty Mountain warriors to surround Poimbulu and cut off the army's supply lines. Duke Alexis, who had already entered the Gatu steppe, was forced to turn back and gallop to the aid of Poimpur in the starry night. Fortunately, Boynbru was led by the Duke of Aldema and the Marquis of Clovis, who fought the Omenwolf with their small forces, and finally dragged down the Gray Tide and laid the foundation for the final decisive battle. Both Ranmarok and Dahar came out on top in what could be described as a fierce battle for the defense of the city. Years of experience fighting the Misty Mountain tribes have taught them how the presence of the Omenwolf will affect the barbarians, and both of them are not afraid of the usual tide of raids, which are made up of selfish thieves, bandits, and outlaws; However, they were always fearful, even in awe, of the tide of ravages led by the Wolf of Omen—even if the Misty Mountain tribes had a deeper feud in the north than Saarion, they deserved that awe, because they were often followed by fanatical martyrs, who were bloody, fighting spirit, and morale before the head wolf fell!

It wasn't until the officer of the Black Spear Order recounted the casualties on the southern wall and returned to Ranmaroke that the expressions of the two of them narrowed slightly. Simon's casualties were unexpectedly high, almost everyone was on the line, and hundreds of them were killed in battle—most of them mercenaries, not as elite as the regular army. Fortunately, Ranmarok had been mentally prepared in advance, but whenever the secretary reported a number, his cheeks would twitch violently with pain and irritation. The more the officer reported, the quieter his voice became, probably thinking that such casualties were undeserved, and he finally handed Ranmaroke a sealed scroll. "This is the logistical attrition that scholars have calculated." The officer said.

A high, deep wrinkle erupted between Ranmaro's brows, and he waved his hand away, silently opening the scroll. The words that greeted him were shocking, and Ranmarock almost had to grit his teeth to keep reading. It was just a half-way siege battle, and all the resources that Boynbru had been preparing for a long time were wiped out in an instant. Among them, the consumption of medicine is particularly huge, nearly a thousand light and serious wounded mean dozens of catties of hemostatic ointment, and then there is the hidden but also can not ignore the wood and pig iron, the city's military factories have begun to run at full capacity, in batches to make arrows, repair weapons, every replenishment of armor, each with the intensification of the defense of the city, will slowly become a bottomless pit that can never be filled. Pig iron was fine, but it was impossible to supply the munitions factories with timber indefinitely, otherwise there would be no torches to light the nights, and there would be no fires to keep warm, let alone cook. In the middle of nowhere, Boimbul will face not only a gray tide, but also a cold that can freeze his limbs.

"Recruit a scavenging squad for the battlefield." Ranmarok closed the scroll and closed his eyes, trying not to make his tone sound too gloomy and helpless.

"Bad?" Dahal took the scroll from Ranmarok's hand, opened it and glanced at it, his expression becoming grim, "At this rate, how long can we hold on?" ”

"The best-case scenario would be to hold on for another week — no, less than four days." "Don't forget that it's only been one morning today. ”

"What if I take out the fifty war horses from the regimental headquarters as a grain reserve?"

"It won't be an extra day, because we have so much timber in stock. It is not possible to eat raw meat, otherwise the dysentery will spread throughout the city, but their fodder reserves can be used, horse grass can be used instead of wood for fire, and trough can be used as a substitute for food rations if necessary. Ranmarok took a sip, "Damn, I forgot when I last ate horse feed." He pondered for a moment, and then added, "Corpses are the key objects of scavenging, and many of the weapons of those barbarians are wood-handled, and their bows and arrows must be recycled and reused. And the three hundred and one dragon roars outside the city also have to hurry up and recover. It was supposed to be recovered after the war, but there were not only barbarians but also heretics outside the city, and the dragon's roaring arrows could not be allowed to fall into their hands. In addition, the scavenging team must be active for a long time, and even at the height of the battle, it must arrange for someone to collect resources - damn it! He smashed down the city wall in frustration, "In this way, the plan to re-establish the defense line in the outer urn city has been aborted, and we still have to put them up to fight, so as to ensure that the scavenging team has a safe space to operate, otherwise no one will want to take this job." He looked at Dahar: "What do you think?" ”

Captain Dahal didn't answer immediately, but thought for a long time, and Ranmarok waited quietly for the other party's reply. Ever since Gregory I established the Round Table, it has been difficult for the North to make one-sided military and political decisions, and a relatively egalitarian atmosphere has been formed, at which the Count is free to interrupt the Marquis, refute the Duke, and even contradict the King, as long as he has sufficient justification. This ethos was not confined to the Round Table, but flourished throughout the North, deeply rooted in Livingston's elite hierarchy. Generally speaking, this cabinet-like system is not only inefficient, but it is easy to form a situation of passing the buck, but the men of the north are always able to make quick decisions and execute them violently, thinking that they are insulated from the indecision in their bones, whether they are wise or not, no matter what the outcome, the men of the north are ready to pay the corresponding price when they make decisions. Now that the Duke of Aldema is not in the city, Ranmaroch is the supreme governor of the city, and his decision is Poinbru's decision, and the cost can only be paid by Poinbru, so he must be cautious and must check and balance himself before making a decision.

"I'm going to gather men." Dahal clearly couldn't find a valid reason to refute Ranmarok's proposal, or he couldn't think of a better solution. Logistics are Poimbulu's deadliest weakness, as clear as Ranmaroke is.

"Public money is money?"

"All of them are smashed up, the dinar can't be used as firewood to satisfy hunger, why keep it? Pull out all your savings if necessary, and I know where the Duke's belongings are. Ranmarok said impatiently.

"I'm afraid that those mercenaries themselves know in their hearts that the dinar is useless at this time, and we may also need to provide appropriate supplies in lieu of commissions." Dahal smiled wryly.

"You can do this, don't be too extravagant."

"I know that." Dahar replied, "Three gates, three lines of defense need to be scavenged, how do you plan to divide the quota between the regular army and the mercenaries?" ”

"Although they are all ragtags, they still need to give some sweetness to boost their morale. The east and west gates were handed over to the mercenaries, and they were allowed to compete for their places. At the north gate, I plan to let Jige himself take the 'Angel of Death' out of the city, and I can rest assured that the recovery of Dragon Roar will be handed over to my own people. ”

"That position is too close to the enemy, and although there is no trace of cavalry on the other side at the moment, it is still necessary to be cautious, after all, it is time-consuming to recover the dragon roar from the snow. Moreover, in the battle to defend the city, a small detachment of the 'Angel of Death' was completely wiped out, and many people were seriously injured. ”

"I'm sitting in the outer urn city with a garrison, and I'll send arrows to warn you if I find danger. Add a few more good hands to the mercenaries. "Do you have any suggestions?" He added in time: "Except for Kenrico and his chivalrous knights." ”

"Nope." Captain Dahar replied simply, "I didn't see a few capable people when I was commanding at the East Gate. ”

"Although I haven't seen any warriors at the North Gate, I have a few candidates, and they should all be at the West Gate - if they don't die in battle." Ranmarok crossed his arms and tapped his fingers lightly on his gauntlets, "The mercenaries in charge of cover can't all be handed over to Kenriko and his chivalrous knights. You release the news first, see if any mercenary group is willing to take this job, and I'll go find Jige. ”

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