Heroes of Silver Moon

Simon Yoyo woke up from his lethargy, and saw Deborah waiting by his side at a glance.

"Water!" he called with a parched mouth.

Deborah was expressionless, as if she knew it long ago, she took out a water bag and handed it over.

Pulling out the cork, he began to gulp down the clear water. Simon's burning throat was moistened, and the discomfort just now was gone.

"Cough!" Drinking too quickly, Simon choked on the water, then he re-filled the water bag contentedly, and asked Deborah, "How many days have I been in a coma?"

Deborah replied with drooping eyes, "It's only been a day."

Simon nodded and asked again: "How is the battle going?"

Deborah shrugged and said, "You guys had already finished fighting when I came here, and the barbarians haven't re-attacked yet."

Simon breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was that the barbarian spellcaster would take the opportunity to attack the new army, but now it seems that he did not. It is estimated that the opponent's mana was not enough at that time, so he temporarily ceased fighting.

"Have you brought all the supplies?" Simon asked with concern.

Deborah nodded: "10,000 rounds of ammunition, and enough food to feed thousands of people for a month, have all been shipped here."

When they received a warning from the front line of defense, the three of Simon led the logistics battalion and rushed here to deliver the supplies, but because they were worried about the situation of the battle, Simon and Harris left the supplies and hurried over, leaving him in charge. these supplies.

"Where are the reinforcements?" Simon asked again.

Deborah shook her head, and said helplessly: "The Hawke family replied, saying that it will take eight days to rectify the army and summon other lords around!"

"Eight days!" Simon suddenly felt a bit of a toothache. The speed of the traditional army's rectification and marching was too slow. If they waited for them to arrive, even the day lily might be cold.

Fortunately, in the two days of fighting, the barbarians lost more than 30,000 people, while their losses were less than 50 people.

According to this way of fighting, in fact, their pressure is not too great, in the case that the barbarians no longer increase their troops.

"How do you feel physically?" Deborah asked concerned.

Simon is not only his lord, but also their strongest combat force. In the previous two days of battle, two-thirds of the enemies were killed by him, so of course he should be concerned.

"It's okay." Simon smiled and waved his hands, and said, "It's just a little exhausted, just rest for a day or two and it will be fine."

Only then did Deborah's expression soften, and he asked, "What should we do next?"

Although the record in the first two days was brilliant, it was because the barbarians were all old, weak, sick and disabled, not to mention professionals, there were not even slightly stronger fighters, a proper cannon fodder army.

When the remaining elite of the barbarians enter the field, the pressure they will face will inevitably increase sharply.

Simon frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "Are all the bullets delivered to the soldiers?"

Deborah nodded and said, "Harris is working on it. After distributing this batch of bullets, each soldier will have fifteen bullets in his hand."

Simon's face was still very solemn. The first regiment of the new army had a little more than a thousand people. Counting the losses in the previous two days, it could basically be counted as a thousand people. Fifteen bullets per person equaled 15,000 rounds. The number is still too small for the 70,000 barbarians.

But there is no way. The guns and ammunition used by the new army are all rubbed out by Simon alone. Not only the quality cannot be guaranteed, but the efficiency is also extremely low.

Under normal conditions, each soldier is only equipped with five rounds of ammunition, and a new army of 3,000 soldiers is equipped with 15,000 rounds. In addition, there are spare ammunition at the headquarters, which is given priority to supply and distribute to combat troops, that is, Debo Those that were brought over.

Of these tens of thousands of bullets, except for one-third that were made before, the rest were made by Simon after two or three months of hard work.

"There is one more thing you need to do!" Temporarily unable to solve the problem of lack of ammunition, Simon turned his attention to other problems.

He said slowly: "Although it is the responsibility of every lord around the Gru Mountains to jointly defend against the barbarian attacks, according to the usual practice, since we are fighting on our territory, we must be responsible for the supply and logistics.

According to the appeal of the Hawke family in this area, there will be about 20,000 reinforcements coming this time. You need to buy more food immediately, and prepare a banquet for the lords who came to support. Skimpy on the money, these are must-dos! "

Deborah nodded. After seeing that Simon had nothing else to do, he turned and walked out of the tent. Looking at the city wall stretching for more than 30 kilometers in front of him, he couldn't help feeling sad.

In the end, Simon still established a defensive circle.

The relationship between the ruler and his ministers is sometimes like an eagle. No matter who takes a step back, they will inevitably be at a disadvantage in the next relationship.

This has nothing to do with loyalty or not, it is purely a battle of ideas and the right to speak.

Before he and Harris, they opposed Simon's establishment of a defensive circle. Apart from the fact that this plan was not realistic, there may be considerations in this regard.

But it turned out that Simon not only did not follow their advice, but actually built a defensive circle. After the failure of this secret contest, Simon, the lord, will firmly grasp the right to speak and take the initiative from now on, and their group The retainers can only obey obediently.

Therefore, Deborah, who had always thought highly of herself, sighed secretly.

It's really tiring to get along with unreasonable people like Simon!

The Gru Mountains is still the spacious and dry cave. Watts met with the patriarch of the goblin population, the legendary strongman Bishop, and described the battle situation of the past two days with spring and autumn brushwork.

To sum it up, it's not that I made a mistake in command, it's simply that my subordinates are too stupid and the enemy is too ruthless!

"How many people died?" Bishep, the great patriarch of the goblin clan~www.wuxiaspot.com~legendary powerhouse, asked nonchalantly.

Under the power of the legendary powerhouse, cold sweat overflowed Watts' forehead, and he replied tremblingly: "Big, about twenty to thirty thousand!"

In fact, it is 30,000, and it is still more than 30,000. It's just that it will make the battle damage look better.

"Not enough!" Bishop glanced at Watts coldly, making him think that the false report of war damage had been exposed, and almost knelt down.

The patriarch with a frosty face paced in the spacious and bright cave, talking loudly to himself: "The sacrifices of the Hai Clan will soon enter their heyday, and there will be frequent rainy seasons in the next few years.

There will be a shortage of prey in the Gelu Mountains, and the surrounding human territories will be in short supply. This year, at least 100,000 to 150,000 surplus population must be removed, so that we will not have a major famine! "

Obviously he was letting his own people die, but Bishep said it as a matter of course, because the truth is true, if the excess population is not resolved now, they will suffer more serious losses in the following famine.

At least let those tribes go to war now, and they can choose the old, weak, sick and disabled to die first, but if there is a major famine in the Gelu Mountains and the tribes start fighting each other, they don't know how many strong tribesmen will die.

Hearing that he was not going to hold himself accountable, Watts breathed a sigh of relief, and asked tentatively, "Then, chief patriarch, shall we continue?"

Bishop stopped, and after thinking for a moment, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and said: "The overpopulation needs to be dealt with, and the human lord who wants to open up new territories without life or death must also be dealt with, and then call more tribes to join the battle. The main thing is to get rid of the old and weak of each tribe first, and then lead the rest of the elite to destroy that territory in one go!"