Bypassing Moria and leaving enough men to keep the pressure on Moria and not clash with Rennes head-on, the offer is tempting, at least in Pilagos. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wren is definitely a nail in his hand, in the first two years of his counterinsurgency in Bell Province, Pilagos also knew some details through some channels, from the strategic aspect of the war, Wren is a surprising nobleman. At the beginning of the unrest in the province of Bell, no one could have imagined that Sarcomo's betrayal would be fake. These two people acted too really, and it was also in line with the situation at the time.

A merchant with a heavy army in his hands faces a doomed nobleman, and there is no need to tie himself to the other party and jump into the sea. Sarcomo's rebellion was normal for many people, especially his status as a businessman, which made people believe that his betrayal was motivated by self-interest. At the instigation of Sarcomo, some people who had been wavering and did not necessarily want to rebel were persuaded by him to raise the banner of rebellion and unite to overthrow the Orlando family's sovereignty in the province of Bell.

They almost succeeded!

But no one thought that this was just a big show, the two of them went one after the other, one mile and one away, turning the rebels around, and then ate it cleanly, leaving no bones and dregs.

Wren is a smart guy, he has already planned a whole set of strategies and tactics when the rebellion starts, and it has been executed perfectly.

If the opponent this time was someone else, perhaps Pilagos would have approved the staff's proposal, leaving 20,000 men to continue the confrontation with Moria, dragging the main force of the Burning Legion, and then the army would continue to advance eastward bypassing Moria.

But after all, he is facing the one who is elusive in the war, always defeats his opponent in some strange ways, and always wins more with less.

So Pilagos wasn't sure if he would get himself into a trap by doing so.

Just as he pondered whether he should bypass Moria and continue eastward, in the valley outside the city, an event was taking place that was about to affect the entire empire.

Pilagos, and Isaac, were technically just two nobles with high titles, nothing more. They were not grand dukes, they did not have principalities, they did not have proper armies, they were not warlords, and they did not have many soldiers to fight against. The soldiers in their hands were actually from other nobles who had taken refuge in their apparent possession.

These large and small nobles, you 500, I 1,000 put together the so-called 100,000 troops, and after integration, the ruling power belongs to Pilagos, which is the same as the nature of the rebel coalition that fought with Rennes in the province of Bel.

With such a complex composition and such a huge number, the logistical force required was definitely not something that a single nobleman could bear. Including Pilagos, he can't afford it, not that he doesn't have the power of capital, but he has the money, and he can't buy so many things. In a world where transportation capacity is still relatively backward, 100,000 people can eat, drink, and lazar enough to break down many people.

One kilogram of food per person per day costs 100,000 kilograms, and 2,000 bags are needed for a bag of 50 kilograms. It is impossible for so many people to have only one day's rations, and at least ten days and half a month to prepare, so this is no longer a problem that can be solved with money. Especially after the empire cut off trade routes and strictly controlled the outflow of sensitive materials such as grain, money simply did not mean anything to a rebel leader like Pilagos.

Perhaps, it can be used to boost morale.

At this time, the only thing that can play the role of money, apart from weapons, is food. People can have no money to spend, and they will be poor when they are poor, but they must not eat, and if they do not eat, they will die.

As access to food has become increasingly difficult and the season has not yet been harvested, the price of food has more than multiplied in rebel-occupied areas. Such a high price also gave birth to a special profession - internal thieves.

Isn't Pilagos one of the biggest thieves in this empire? He constantly smuggles some important materials to other forces at high prices in exchange for a large amount of money and materials? Therefore, he is also guarding against the emergence of thieves within the coalition army, stealing those important grains and selling them at a high price in order to make huge profits.

All the grain was piled up in a valley outside the city, which is actually a valley, which is also a slight exaggeration. The valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the mountain is no more than forty or fifty meters high, and it is just a small dirt bag in the whole terrain, but these small dirt bags are absolutely enough to prevent thieves. Carrying a bag of 50 kilograms of grain has to climb 40 or 50 meters, even a very strong person, without training, at most two bags will be out of breath and unable to continue.

The countless grains in the valley were guarded by Pilagos's henchmen, a seventh-level swordsman, two sixth-level swordsmen, and two thousand soldiers, patrolling day and night.

But this place, which seemed foolproof to him, went terribly wrong.

When it was dark, the base of the cured illumination technique was opened in the valley, and the entire valley was illuminated in an instant, and the patrol team that had never stopped passing by every ten minutes. Jasmine, lurking in the mountains, had a headache looking at these patrols, they were patrolling too fast and dense, especially those damn illuminations that barely left any gaps. Whoever wants to get close to the mountains of grain will have nowhere to hide in the light.

Seeing that it was getting late, Jasmine, who didn't find much of a chance, decided to just get some sleep and wait a little later.

When the moon rose and moved slowly into the sky, Jasmine awoke from her slumber, slipped out of a small cave that had been dug out of the makeshift and circled the valley twice, and finally found that the patrols were less dense and more spaced. At the same time, she also saw an opportunity.

The 2,000 people did not talk about eating and drinking, but Lazar alone was a big trouble. If these soldiers were allowed to defecate everywhere, the whole valley would be flooded with the stench in a few days. So in the valley, there is a place dedicated to providing convenience.

The soldiers dug a large pit, as if they were building a wharf, and erected six wooden stakes in the pit, and laid several planks on the stakes, and simply separated the six pits for defecation. As for peeing, it can be solved anywhere.

The light here is not strong, only the afterglow of illumination faintly illuminates the way, no one will put a magical pedestal of illumination on the edge of the pit, and is not very attractive. As long as the light is bright enough for the soldiers to see the road under their feet and not fall into the pit.

Most of the people fell asleep at night, and some were on patrol, much less intensive. After all, at night, if you can, you can be lazy, and there are many other nobles' subordinates among these soldiers, not all of whom are from Pilagos. The object of their allegiance was not Pilagos, and they did not necessarily pay much attention to the patrol. Besides, the grain had been piled up here for more than ten days, and there had been no accidents, and these night patrol soldiers were somewhat lax.

A group of patrolling soldiers passed by the, and one of the soldiers ran out of it, pulling open the pocket of his trousers as he ran, and as soon as he stepped onto the plank, his pants almost reached his calf. He quickly crouched down on a pit and let out a loud fart, and the soldier's face turned red and let out a series of meaningless moans.

He is a little constipated, although constipation is not a big problem, but in many cases, it brings people more trouble and pain than those who are inconvenient can imagine. Obviously, the stomach is already swollen, and it is obvious that the nutritional residues are against the sphincter, but the horse-stepping can't pull it out. This kind of suffering cannot be described in words, and it can only be said that cruelty is worse than life and death.

He tried hard for a long time, but he could not successfully complete this great cause, and just when he was a little desperate, an arm twisted his neck from behind his back. The severed breath made him panic, but the arm was slender but had a strength he couldn't fight. I only felt that the strength in his neck was getting bigger and bigger, his strength was getting smaller and smaller, and his brain was getting heavier and heavier.

His vision was bright for a moment, dark for a moment, and at the moment when he was about to leave this world, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure and comfort, and his whole body was full of .......

Changed into a standard uniform, smeared his face, and trotted out with a sickle on his shoulder. The perennial cultivation of battle qi has made her body stronger than that of ordinary women, and she can't tell that she is a woman at all from her body shape. Rubbing her chest, which was almost out of breath due to the tightness of the bandages, she lowered her head and followed at the end of the squad to start a new patrol.

"Did you pull it off?", the soldier in front of Jasmine asked in a low voice.

There are a lot of rules here in Pilagos, especially at night, and it is not allowed to make loud noises and conversations, even to make some loud noises.

Jasmine coughed, ump.

The man in front of him smiled in a low voice, "I said it all, don't eat meat every day, eat more vegetables and fruits, I used to be similar to you, or someone else told me." If you eat too much meat and bread, it is easy to pull it off. ”

Jasmine coped with two sentences, as a seventh-level sword master who was sprinting towards the eighth level, it was not difficult to change the tightness of the vocal cords a little through the muscles. In addition, at this time, everyone is speaking in a low voice, and the voice is slightly off, which is not particularly noteworthy. She followed the patrol around, and as she approached the barracks, she suddenly said, "I want to pull again." ”

The whole team burst into a low laugh, "Let's go......"