"Why is there so little meat?" The soldiers of the attacking wolf group, who were beating drums and drums, were waiting for the food to be served in the back kitchen. When they saw the broth in the bowl, they couldn't help complaining.
"Don't talk about it, the wild wolves you brought here only have so little meat." The soldier cooking said with emotion, "They live in this valley, so they shouldn't have a hard time."
"Don't grab it, this piece of meat is mine."
The soldiers had already grabbed the wolf meat left in the bowl.
No one was listening to what the soldiers in the kitchen were saying.
The soldier in the back kitchen sighed and walked towards DeWitt's tent with a plate of dishes.
"Captain DeWitt." After entering the tent, the soldier called softly.
DeWitt, who was lying on the table, raised his body, saw the bowl in the soldier's hand, and beckoned to him, "Sorry, it's already time for dinner without paying attention. Please excuse me."
"It's okay." The soldier shook his head, stepped forward and placed the food on another table.
After seeing the soldier put the food away, DeWitt was about to look away, but found that the soldier had no intention of retreating, but stood there hesitantly. So he raised his head and asked, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"
"That." The soldier hesitated and said, "Captain DeWitt, our rations are almost out."
"Huh?" DeWitt was surprised: "But we have only set off from Dwarf Town for a few days. The amount prepared before plus the purchased supplies, how could it be used up so quickly?"
"When we were purchasing, we were fooled by dwarf traders. Only after we set off did we realize that what they sold us were all leftovers, which couldn't be used for cooking at all." The soldier explained anxiously: "In recent days, there are I am consuming the food I brought with me. It is almost bottoming out now."
"So, the current food can last us a few more days?" DeWitt rubbed his temples and asked.
"I'm not very clear about the situation on the elf's side. On our side, we can only last for another three days." The soldier replied cautiously.
"Three days?!" The number really surprised DeWitt.
For three days, it is estimated that even the valley will not be able to go out.
".I see." DeWitt responded with a sigh. Then let the soldier retreat.
DeWitt walked to the desk where the food was placed and drank the soup one bite at a time.
Over the past few days, various emergencies gradually made him feel haggard.
While eating, he was thinking about how to resolve this crisis.
After dinner, DeWitt summoned Claremont and Abel. The three sat opposite each other in DeWitt's tent, and DeWitt relayed to them the facts that the soldiers reported to him today.
"Can the two of you think of any good plan?" DeWitt cast his hopeful eyes on the two of them.
"Why don't we allocate some of our team's food load to the Calradia soldiers?" Abel suggested.
The daily food intake of the elves is only one-fifth of that of the human race, and they drink less water.
In this case, there should still be room to support Calradia.
"How much food do the elf soldiers have left?" Claremont asked worriedly.
"I'm not very clear about this. I'll know if I ask someone to ask." Abel immediately stood up, walked outside the camp, and asked for the logistics soldiers of the elves.
After a while, an elf soldier walked in.
When DeWitt saw the nervous expression of the soldier when he was questioned by Abel, the hope in his eyes was half extinguished.
The elves encountered the same plight as the soldiers of Calradia, and their food was only available for ten days.
"These soldiers who don't report should be given a good lesson." Claremont said angrily.
"The combined food of our two teams is only enough for about six days." Abel concluded, his expression was not as clear as before.
"So, shall we advance? Or shall we retreat?" Claremont read this sentence and set his sights on DeWitt.
DeWitt lowered his eyes and sat silently thinking for a while.
Get up and take the map provided by the Dwarf Guild from the desk, and spread it out on the ground.
"If we retreat, the food reserves are still enough to support us to return to the dwarf town." Claremont pointed to the plain on the map and said.
"If we continue to move forward, we can only go to the wilderness outside the valley." Abel added in a deep voice.
"No, we can't go back. It was a fluke to successfully pass through the Troll Valley this time. I don't think they will let off the aliens who have been wandering on the border of their territory twice. And this time there must be at least a delay For half a month, our mission has to be completed quickly." After carefully examining the map, DeWitt said, "Now we need to change the original route. Find a new way out."
"But we don't know anything about races other than those around the route," Claremont reminded.
"A map is enough," insisted DeWitt.
Eventually, the two were convinced by DeWitt's ideas.
The three of them took out the piles of maps and rummaged through them carefully. What kind of route to take, where to go, to resupply your team.
"I found it." Twenty minutes later, DeWitt said.
"Where?" Claremont and Able asked beside him.
"We can cross the river to the territory of the centaur." DeWitt raised the sheepskin map in his hand and said, "This map shows that they have a market that is open to the public."
Abel took the map and looked at it carefully.
"However, not only do you have to cross the river to get there, but it's also a long distance, at least eight days' journey." Claremont said worriedly after gesturing on the map.
"The food obtained from hunting should also be used as part of the supplies. Now we have only this way to go." DeWitt said.
"Then let's talk to the soldiers and let them understand the situation the team is facing now." Clement and Abel agreed to the plan, and then suggested to DeWitt.
"good."
The news spread to the soldiers, and everyone was not as frustrated as expected. Instead, they joked with each other. They pushed each other: You must have eaten too much or something.
In the eyes of Claremont, this can be regarded as a strength that makes up for a shortcoming.
Optimistic attitude and careless faults come together, how to balance the ratio of the two is a problem that the three rookie leaders are still figuring out. But when the team got here, Claremont finally let go of his requirement of perfect performance. He also gradually understood what Derrick said to DeWitt and him at the banquet before the expedition.
After the night passes, they will start a new challenge.
(end of this chapter)