"Do you have any questions?" Jason also lowered his voice and looked casually at the front. His voice was a little dry due to lack of water.
"Food …" The adjutant said, and dared not say any more.
The food problem was exposed a day ago. Although it was strongly supported by proto before departure, a ship had to be abandoned because it hit the rocks during the voyage in Houhai. Although the soldiers managed to save it, the ship’s supplies sank to the bottom of the sea.
Originally, this was not a big problem, because Jason started to fight and support the war. As soon as he landed, he plundered the Noxas to get the necessary materials. You know, a large part of the reason why he was attracted by Planck at the beginning was that he was very strong in the field and he didn’t take this problem seriously before.
But now this problem is imminent.
Many soldiers are already marching on an empty stomach.
Even he, the chief executive, didn’t eat enough for lunch today.
"How long can it last?" Jason asked surly.
"If we save food, we can last three days at most, but …" The adjutant hesitated and said, "In this case, the brothers’ fighting capacity will be very low. If we encounter a large enemy force, I’m afraid …"
"Nothing to be afraid of," Jason waved firmly. "If you can last three days, you can last three more days."
"My Lord …" There was some fear in the adjutant’s voice. If you don’t get supplies after three days, even if you really meet the Knox Sass, it will be a dead end …
"We have no way out, idiot," Jason shouted at the timid adjutant with bloodshot eyes. "Now we have a chance to move forward, and then we have a chance to die! ! ！”
He almost clenched his teeth and grasped the hilt to say the last few words.
It is true that Planck chose him in a sense.
He is really a qualified gambler, a standard Planck gambler.
A crazy gambler who wants to stop him from gambling must die.
And he, they didn’t find out that it was
At the limit of their eyesight, a pair of Yinbi eyes quietly retreated into the shadows to be continued.
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Page one hundred and twenty-three Good news and bad news
"The good news is that they finally sent troops."
It’s rare for a dark Noxas tent not to tease a crow, Svein, sitting behind a desk and carefully looking at a document in front of him.
"What’s the bad news?" Dreius lifted the curtain cloth and glanced at the dull barracks outside. He turned and sat back in an equally dull tunnel.
"The bad news is that the parliament has already begun. Now there are 20,000 troops and more than 1,000 summoners waiting at our border to wave the hand of the boss who never wants to show his face in the parliament …" Svein made an exaggerated wave and joked "Noxas may not be Noxas. Haha"
In the end, he couldn’t help laughing.
"It’s not funny," Dreius said stiffly, and he couldn’t help hammering a table.
He really couldn’t help it. Everything he did for such a long time made him feel like there was a fire burning in his heart.
At the moment, the fire has burned to his throat. If he wants to open his mouth, I’m afraid he will kill someone.
If it weren’t for Svein and no one else sitting in front of him
That man’s head is definitely gone.
"Don’t be so nervous. Relax. The situation has fallen to our side." Svein leaned back in his chair and hummed a gloomy tune.
This minor is from a folk song of Nokessas people, which has no specific tune and even the lyrics are obscure. It is said that it was created by a poet who cut his wife’s body on a rainy day after killing her.
It’s called "The Crow"
"Once upon a time a gloomy night.
I meditate alone.
Meditate on those eccentricities that have long been forgotten.
Then someone knocked at my door and I got up.
I suddenly heard crows chirping.
Quack quack.
What is that?
Is it the girl’s blood dancing in the water?
Or prostitutes * * limit expansion in the dark?
Ah, it’s a crow
It’s chirping
Quack quack "
Quack quack.
Crows are really chirping
It flew in outside the tent and landed on Svein’s shoulder, croaking as if begging for a reward.
Swein smiled happily and took out a worm from his pocket, which was almost like a loving father’s eyes when he saw his children and carefully fed it to the crow’s mouth.
Then he put his ear near the crow’s beak.
For a moment there was a whisper in the tent.
That whisper is more like some evil spell than gloom
It’s like that obscure tune again
The whole tent fell into a strange atmosphere.
Tuliudreius sat there alone with an expression on his face.
After a long time, Svein looked up at Dreius.
"Bad news?" Dreius has some expressions that he doesn’t know what to express his feelings, so he is a facial expression.
"On the contrary, the good news" Swiin stroked the crow’s head and narrowed his eyes. "Our great Mr. Vincent has arrived. It’s time to give him a grand meeting ceremony."
"You said … Vincent?" Dreius’ face finally regained its expression, and he frowned and thoughtfully remained silent.
"Vincent" Swiin nodded.
Ghost face shura
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The ghost face shura is sitting in a dark temple now.