Black Iron Crown

King Satri found that if he continued to persecute Earl Redmara, the gains would outweigh the losses, so his attitude softened.

He talked to Earl Redmara like that because he was in a hurry, and he wanted to ask for more benefits, but if the other party broke the can, then the things agreed before would be lost.

After King Satri and Earl Redmara calmed down, it was also extremely ugly, and what King Satri said before was not unreasonable.

As he said, an army that lacks food cannot be effective in combat, and its morale will collapse due to lack of food.

Soon, the quartermaster entered the tent of the two of them.

"How long can our remaining food last?" Earl Redmara asked first.

"Four days, we only have four days of food left!" The quartermaster looked at King Satri, hesitated for a moment, and said to Earl Redmara.

He is the quartermaster of the imperial capital.

"Are there only four days left..." Earl Redmara frowned, and tapped lightly on the table in front of him.

"Can you find a way to use these four days' rations for ten days? Reduce the supplies of the horses and distribute as much as possible to the soldiers. Can it be done?"

Hearing Earl Redmara's words, the quartermaster thought for a while, and then said: "It can be done, but if you do this, the physical strength of the horse will be greatly weakened, I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, we have to do this, not to mention that we are besieging the enemy army now, and we don't need horses for the time being!"

Earl Redmara waved his hand and immediately made up his mind.

King Satri had no objection either. There were no knights in the Kingdom of Bukden at all, and even if the ration of war horses was reduced, it would not be able to reduce him.

Soon, the soldiers realized that there was a big gap between the food they were given and a chicken.

"Wait a minute, you damn it!" A soldier of the Imperial Army looked at the small piece of bread and air-dried meat in his hand, he couldn't help being a little dazed, stood up and shouted at the quartermaster who distributed the food.

"What's the matter, soldier?"

"I think you should give me a good explanation!" said the soldier, holding up the poor food in his hand. "Are you sure this is for our dinner and not an hors d'oeuvres?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm sure this is your dinner. Do you have any objections, soldier?"

"Oh, damn it!" The soldier angrily smashed the piece of hard air-dried meat in his hand on the quartermaster's face, and then rushed forward with a kick.

"I came here from the imperial capital to fight for the lords and the great royal family, and then you gave me these things to eat, and didn't even let us eat enough? You must be a bunch of damn quartermasters who embezzled our food food!"

As he said that, the soldier rushed up and kicked the quartermaster down again, riding on his body and punching him in the face one after another.

"Nice job! Hit him hard!"

"Damn bug! We fight bloody battles ahead and you steal our food! Go to hell!"

Seeing the quartermaster being beaten, a group of soldiers stood up and cheered. Each of them only got a small amount of food, and they hated the quartermaster so much.

The soldiers who beat up the quartermaster became more and more vigorous when they heard the people around them yelling.

The fist with leather gloves kept hitting the opponent's face, and his face was already covered with blood in just one minute.

The quartermaster's struggling movements became weaker and weaker, and then he stopped struggling completely, allowing the soldiers to beat him continuously.

"Oh, damn it!" The soldiers behind rushed up to grab the soldier who was still not about to stop, and pulled him up from the quartermaster.

The remaining two hurriedly checked the quartermaster's physical condition.

They put their fingers near the quartermaster's nostrils, and their faces changed instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he put his head on the opponent's chest, stood up and said in shock, "He...he's dead!"

There was an instant uproar when the news spread.

The soldiers looked at each other with terrified eyes, not knowing what to say.

"I...I..." The soldier who killed the quartermaster also came to his senses. Looking at the corpse on the ground, he panicked and wanted to say something, but he was too scared to speak clearly.

Although these soldiers are all veterans who rolled on the battlefield, they are not afraid of death and corpses, but they are aimed at their own enemies.

The quartermaster in front of him was his ally, his comrade in arms, but he was beaten to death by himself, the panic in his heart can be imagined.

"No... I didn't mean it!" The soldier hurriedly explained to the comrades beside him.

"You must testify for me! Of course he provoked my anger! I didn't intend to kill him either!"

The aftermath of the food shortage quickly broke out in the camp. Although there was only one case of a quartermaster being beaten to death, the conflict between the quartermaster in charge of food distribution and the soldiers became more and more intensified.

Besides, the hearts of the soldiers are full of resentment, who is willing to work for you without food?

These soldiers lay in the tents to save their energy. Even if the officers told them to go to work, they still resisted on the pretext of being hungry and lacking strength.

"Damn it! Our camp is in a mess now! Earl Redmara, we must find a way to solve this situation!"

King Satri looked at Earl Redmara coldly and said.

"What can I do? The news of the lack of food has already spread. I have already said that it must be kept secret. Why is it still known!"

Earl Redmara had no choice but to shirk his responsibility.

"Enough! Not everyone is as stupid as you! The food in your mouth is far less than before, and everyone can understand what happened!"

"What I want now is a solution! I don't want you to complain here!" King Satri said unbearably.

Earl Redmara was silent, and after a while, he said: "We can only send some soldiers to protect our food roads to prevent our food from being robbed again..."

"In addition, we can just take this opportunity to attack the castle. I believe that under the temptation of food, the soldiers are willing to work hard to attack the city, and then eat the food inside!"

King Satri thought for a while, but couldn't think of a better solution than Earl Redmara, so he could only reluctantly nod in agreement.

Soon, Earl Redmara's assembly order was conveyed to every soldier.

These soldiers reluctantly got up from the camp bed, put on the lining and armor, and assembled with long halberds or long swords.

"We don't have the strength to fight at all, and we don't even give us enough food. Why do we have to work hard for them?"

A soldier was full of complaints, and looked in the direction of the nobles with impatient eyes.

"Shut up! Are you looking for death?" His officer hurriedly put his foot on his ass, and yelled in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, I got it, I'm just saying!"

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