Time flies, seemingly in the blink of an eye, and months have passed again.

In the seemingly never-ending war, spring has come endlessly, but in this spring, the natives of the Fila continent do not feel a trace of joy.

Loss, retreat, heavy casualties, such bad news has never stopped in the ears of the natives of the Fila continent.

In the beginning, they were still worried about the unfavorable situation on the front, and they were worried about the Burning Legion, the advancing front, which did not know when, would reach the land where they were born, and thus make them like those poor refugees.

It's just that when this spring comes, they don't care about what happens, maybe years, or months later, because right now, if they can't find enough food, they may starve to death in such a warm spring where everything is recovering and spring is blooming.

The weather throughout last year was actually pretty good, but in the war that swept across the continent, the Burning Legion's powerful and ruthless killing poke severely frightened all of Fira's forces, followed by a desperate expansion of troops.

All the young men were looted by them, and those with some craftsmanship were okay, so they didn't need to fill in the front-line battlefield, but filled into various artisan battalions, specializing in making all kinds of war-related weapons and equipment.

As for those who do not have any skills, they are directly integrated into the army, they don't need the so-called armor at all, they are issued with a rudimentary weapon, and after a little training for a while, they are a qualified cannon fodder.

As the Burning Legion continued to conquer the city, leaving little alive everywhere it went, the nervous nerves of all the indigenous forces had been tensed to the limit, and then another round of frantic expansion seemed to be the only way to make them feel false peace of mind.

Gradually, there were no longer a few men of the right age in the vast majority of spheres of influence, so they continued to expand the scope of conscription, such as half-grown children, half-old men, and even able-bodied women.

Regardless of the quality of the army under their command, the number of them was as large as a balloon, but after the beginning of the spring, they tasted the bitter fruit of such a blind expansion.

Because of the lack of labor, the laborers working in the fields are all old, weak, women, and children; even if they have made all their efforts to this end, the price of grain and other crops is obviously a little worse than in previous years.

Immediately after that, the Burning Legion launched the evil Blood Sacrifice Curse Array, followed by a short period of blood rain, which almost wiped out all the crops, so after surviving the cold winter, most of the natives of the Fila continent found that their food at home had bottomed out.

There are still at least three months before the nearest summer grain harvest, but there is generally no surplus food in the homes of the common people; if it were changed to a previous year, in the spring season, when everything is in full bloom, find some wild vegetables or something in the field, or catch a little small game, you can always survive until the summer grain harvest.

It's just that this year everything is different, with the influx of a huge number of refugees, the need for food has simply increased several times, and it is precisely because of their consumption that the price of grain sold in the grain stores has risen to more than 100 times that of the same period last year, before the war.

Even so, in the vast majority of grain stores, there is no half grain for sale at all, as early as the beginning of winter, almost all forces coincidentally forcibly expropriated the vast majority of the grain in the grain stores.

Nowadays, there are only a few grain stores with a strong backstage that still sell a small amount of grain, but the high and frightening price can directly make ordinary civilians collapse.

Wild vegetables, tree bark, and even rats in the field were eaten by the refugees early, and if it weren't for the food that had been sown and had been taken care of at all times, the hungry refugees would not have been able to dig out and eat all the seeds they had sown.

The rescue from the national level is very pitiful, and the number of elderly and weak women and children who starve to death among the refugees every day is almost more than the number of soldiers who die every day on the front line.

It's not that the major forces don't want to rescue the refugees below, but they are simply very willing, they do still have a batch of food in hand, but they can only barely supply a huge army to support a few months.

But if the rescue of the civilians at the bottom is opened, this food may not be able to support even a month, so at that time, how can the army, which can't even fill its stomach, stop the crazy attack of the Burning Legion......

The leaders of the major forces were struggling for this deadly food for a while, but when they couldn't find a place to buy food while waving their money bags, there was really not much they could do.

In the end, the Orc Empire, the Roland Empire, and the Temple of Light, these top forces came into their sight, and letters asking for food support flew towards these forces like snowflakes......

The steel city on the edge of the continent, in the office of the little dwarf Lord Modo of the Lord's Mansion.

"Modo eat and take a break!" Claire told me that you had been working for almost two days straight, and you hadn't eaten anything. Helena, the little fox, walked into the office with a piece of food and said to the little dwarf Modo, who was working at the desk.

After squeezing out a smile at the little fox, Master Modo temporarily stopped working.

Then, he looked at the food in the little fox's hand, shook his head and rejected the kindness of his eldest wife: "Thank you for your concern, my darling, but I really don't have any appetite." ”

He pointed to the thick stack of documents on the table, which was almost as tall as him, and said with a wry smile: "These are all members of the God of War Alliance, claiming to be 100,000 urgent reports for help, and it is said that if they don't support them with enough food, they will starve to death on a large scale, which will lead to the complete collapse of the defense line." ”

When the little fox heard this, she easily took a copy of the report and looked at it, and soon her delicate forehead was greatly twisted into a Sichuan character.

This report is from the Orlan Empire, the royal capital of the Orlan Empire had completely fallen two months ago, or the only less frustrating thing is that relying on this fortified city, the Burning Legion was dragged for a month and a half, and millions of demons were killed here.

Now the Orlan Empire, which was originally in the God of War Alliance and could occupy the third place in strength, has less than two percent of the remaining territory, and then the defenders and civilians who stick to these two percent of the territory still have tens of millions.

On this document, a staggering amount of food support was requested for the Orc Empire.

For the steel lord, who had already made a lot of preparations, it would be easy to meet the support request of the Orlan Empire alone, but the little fox took a few copies from the pile of documents, and after reading them, he found that all of them were asking for a large amount of food support.

After a little estimate, after adding up the whole pile of documents, the terrifying number that may need support, the little fox Helena snorted for no reason.