Tianhao calculated that all the surrounding alliance villages could join in and at least 20,000 pig-man prisoners of war could be separated.

This is an extremely critical number.

If any party takes away 20,000 more prisoners of war, it will arouse strong opposition from the other two parties.

It is completely different to give this part of the spoils to the fourth-party participating groups. What they take is reasonable and well-founded.

Most importantly, these village leaders have close contact with Panshi City and have established trade exchanges in the past few years. Iron ore and peat, two materials that they think are not very useful, can be accepted by Panshi City to exchange for salt and cloth.

Except for Tianhao, no ruler can accept this business.

Tianhao did not believe in the so-called gods, he valued the support caused by interests. As for the barbarian oath... God knows when it can be maintained.

Twenty thousand pig men and prisoners of war were scattered in various villages, which could at least increase the strength of each leader by 50%.

It would be great if this allocation could be increased to 40,000.

This means that Tianhao has an additional hidden army that cannot be seen from a normal visual angle.

...

The caravan heading to the Lion Tribe’s territory is back.

Forty pack horses, more than one hundred cows, these strong animals were pulling 122 large trucks of different specifications. They were loaded with peat when they went, and when they came back, they were covered with heavy grain bags.

Tianhao untied the tether from one of the pockets and saw that it was filled with golden corn crumbs.

Dry the corn on the cob, peel off the corn, and crush it with special utensils, and become a commodity for the lions' foreign trade.

Corn flour is also one of the grains exchanged by the lions to the outside world. The common point of this thing and corn grains is that it cannot be planted. The difference is that the former has a higher degree of crushing and is also expensive.

Corn cores that have been peeled can also be eaten. The lions use large stone mills to crush it and mix a certain proportion of corn flour to become rod noodles (do not associate it with the actual name). This is a real coarse grain. The extremely rough taste makes it difficult to swallow. You must take the soup, otherwise it will get stuck in the middle of your throat and it will be so hot that it will be swallowed by a handful of sand with large particles.

Potato pellets are not new, but rarely appear in the civilized era. From the perspective of grain properties, taro and potatoes have many similarities, but taro is greasy (taste). Although potatoes are slightly toxic, they can be eliminated by cooking at high temperature. The Lion people's potato pellets are simple: they cut fresh potatoes into thick slices and put them in the sun to dry them. In fact, this level of production is enough, and there is no need to carry out the subsequent crushing process. However, the Lion King is so cautious. Kings of all dynasties are as careful as misers. From slices and drying to crushing, officials at all levels monitor the entire process, and immediately punish them if they find violations. Only by strictly guarding from top to bottom can the Lion tribe ensure that they are far ahead of other tribes in the direction of grain supply.

"I'm so stingy..." Looking at the light gray potato pellets in my palm spread out, Tianhao smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing helplessly.

Logistics support is the key to determining the outcome of the war, and we must try every means to increase our grain reserves. The scale of the peat business continues to expand, and Tianhao has no interest in the monetary rules promulgated by the Lion King. It is not bad. There are a large amount of grains to be digested every year within the Lion Clan, and the transaction of peat exchange for grain has not aroused the suspicion of the Lion Clan. From summer to now, the caravan has continuously transported back a large amount of grain, all of which are fragmented particles of corn and potatoes.

As of now, the peat exchange for grain is very cost-effective. Although the total amount of corn and potatoes transported from afar is not too much, it is better than long-term flow.

Only the goods sold are valuable, and the lion tribe itself cannot digest too much food. From this point of view, the Lion King is indeed a smart businessman.

...

On a sunny afternoon, Zong Gu arrived at Panshi City with reinforcements.

Nowadays, Panshi City is very lively, with people inside and outside. Fortunately, people were concentrated on the mountain to collect enough stones and there were enough new houses, so there were no disputes over the allocation of residences.

At the same time, the logistics supplies arrived. The sect did not break its promise. The cattle people from Mishui City were pulling a cart. Everyone carried a basket weighing dozens of kilograms, filled with wheat grains that had taken off their shells, as well as pieces of jerky of different levels of new and old.

Zong Gu apologized for this: "There is really no way. You must leave enough people to harvest it. You don't have time to grind the wheat into flour. However, the quantity is still sufficient and can maintain normal consumption for about three months."

He refers to the army of Mishui City and Huaiji City, with more than 75,000 people.

The "consumption" mentioned here refers to eating full. In wartime environment, soldiers must be filled, and hunger will lead to a rapid decline in morale.

"This is already very good." Tianhao knew that Zong Gu was not lying, and Ping Jun's intelligence department was infiltrating both internally and externally, and did not regard Mishui City as an ally.

"When will we launch an attack?" Zong Gu has been looking forward to this for a long time.

"I have to wait." Tianhao did not give a clear reply: "The time is not yet ripe."

Zong Gu chuckled: "I feel you are very sure about this. Haha... Is there something wrong with Leijiao City?"

"It's not what you think." Tianhao smiled politely and explained patiently: "The king sent a messenger the day before yesterday. The army had been assembled, and the baggage was being transported from Leijiao City one after another. Winter is coming soon, and there are many things in the clan, so the king must solve them one by one. In addition, his special status, leaving Leijiao City at this time will definitely attract attention. I have discussed with the king, and this time I will send his most capable commander to fight. Judging from the troops currently stationed at Leijiao City, their strength is already very strong. We can win this battle."

"What you said makes sense." Zong Ju nodded slightly. He raised his eyelids and looked at the sky, saying meaningfully: "The sun is no longer so hot. Even if you stand here and bask for a whole day, you won't sweat."

Tianhao raised his thumb with his right hand. This movement was very obscure and could not be noticed by the people on both sides and behind him. Only the sect tools standing opposite him could see it.

"The gods will guide us to victory." He smiled faintly, and said a pun: "Winter is coming soon, and we will prepare a grand sacrifice for the great Winter God."

Zong Gu raised his hands, crossed his chest, and made a common prayer movement: "Praise the gods."

"Praise the gods." This is also what Tianhao thought at this moment.

...

Together with subsequent reinforcements, the Mishui City army with more than 70,000 people received a half-day rest. Early the next morning, they were divided into seven teams of 10,000 people according to the prior arrangement, and went to the timber factory, the riverside mill and the fishing village respectively.

The dense forests cover the entire northern mountainous area, and even a logging team with tens of thousands of people can only occupy a small part of the mountain. Whether it is the current Panshi City or the future "Stone Corridor", they all require a large amount of wood. They are widely used, but Tianhao did not explain his true intentions to the sect. After all, the Lord of Mishui City is not a time traveler. He can only see building houses and building ships. It is difficult for inertial thinking to sparks with innovative consciousness.

Although it was the first day, the soldiers from Mishui City had already deeply felt the happiness of the residents of Panshi City. There was no traditional stone mill here, and there were no horses and mules that were blindfolded and whipped by people and were forced to circle around the stone mill. As long as the dried wheat grains were poured into the storage bucket, the wheel axle was pushed as the water flowed, white flour would flow out from the external opening.

"This is simply a miracle." A short captain muttered to himself as he looked at this scene.

"They must have received guidance from the gods." A military priest thought this was the most reasonable explanation.

"I heard that this was the idea of ​​the young city lord. He was very smart and a true wise man." The commander has a high status and knows a lot.

"The people in Panshi City are very happy. Maybe I should ask the city lord to stay here and bring my family here." This is the common idea of ​​many soldiers in Mishui City.

There are many jobs in the fishing village and more people.

Yuan Kai felt that he was almost exhausted. His voice was almost hoarse, and he poured several large glasses of water in one breath, which made him feel like he crawled out of the depths of hell. Almost all the old sailors were promoted, either ten or hundreds. They each brought a team of new Mishui City tribes, either boarding the boat to train paddles or go into the sea to fish directly. Because there were too many boats, the offshore fishing grounds could no longer get harvest. The boat had to be sailed further to catch enough fish and shrimps.

Crabs, shellfish, all kinds of seaweed that are sure to be eaten... As long as it is something that can be eaten, you cannot let it go.

The work done some time ago was remarkable. The granary of Panshi City was filled with all kinds of dried fish that had recently dried. The number was astonishingly large, and it was estimated that it was about tens of thousands of tons. This was not entirely due to nature. Autumn has come to an end, and the sun is far less hot than summer. The pickled fish pieces can only be dried until half dry, and the remaining water must be burned and baked and evaporated by peat.

The God of Good Luck obviously favored the ship where Chino was located. In two weeks, they hunted six different kinds of whales in a row. The smallest was about 60 tons, and the largest one weighed more than 300 tons. The air was filled with the unique smell of whale blubber, and the strong blood attracted a large number of wild animals from the depths of the mountains and forests. They soon discovered that there was no delicious meal here as imagined, only countless sharp swords and steel axes, as well as amazing flying arrows with stunning heads.

Tianhao ordered the cancellation of the long-standing "catch rating system".

It is a special measuring tool made of wood. To be precise, it is a square frame made of wooden strips, divided into three categories according to different sizes: large, medium and small. All fish caught and transported to the shore must be classified accordingly. People use wooden frames to cover the fish heads. Those with a size exceeding the frame are considered large fish, followed by medium, and then small fish.

Only fish that meet these three sizes can be made into jerky meat, and the last thing left is "smashed" fish and shrimp. They are troublesome and take a lot of time to pick. The residents of Panshi City, which have abundant food, have long been disliked. These small fish and shrimp can only be reduced to feed and sent to the chicken farm on the back hillside.

In special circumstances, special matters must be handled.

The fish and shrimps are no longer used as feed now. They are mixed with all the crabs of varying sizes and are sent to the riverside mill to crush them, turning into a pile of grey paste that cannot be distinguished. The elderly and children are responsible for collecting them. They spread the fishy smell on the bamboo plaque, divided them into thin layers, and baked them slowly with burning peat until they dry.

Flour, corn and potato granules, a little nut crushed powder, mix pure handmade "fish meal", sprinkle with salt, mix with a certain proportion of oil, ferment, and pinch it into fist-sized dumplings, flatten the balls into cake shape, steam it in the pot, and then cool it and it can be stored for a long time.

Strictly speaking, this mixed noodles tastes good. It tastes a bit fishy, ​​but it is very popular with the barbarians. Especially the soldiers from Mishui City and Leijiao City, they watched with their own eyes mix and make various materials, without admixture, and they were all real flour and fish. Although the ingredients are not of great quality and are extremely crude, they have salt and meat after all, which can fill their stomachs.

...

Autumn is over.

The clear blue cloudless weather disappeared in a clean and neat way. Just a gray rainy day, the sun completely lost its trace, as if it had never appeared in this world. Unpleasant shadows ruled the earth, and the rain that lasted for several hours every day made everything wet. The mud stuck to the shoes, the clothes would not dry when worn on the body, and the cold air killed all the insects with shocking efficiency. No more, the "buzzing" sound of flies, and the mosquitoes would not lie on the surface of the skin to suck blood. Everyone thought this was the magic of the gods. It had four completely different faces, like a magic cube with a short top and a bottom, with different colors.

Zong Guang felt that time was passing very slowly, which was very anxious.

Some of the soldiers who went up the mountain to quarre and went into the sea to catch fish were recalled, with a total of 30,000 people, all of which were the elites of Panshi City and Mishui City. Since last week, they no longer participated in labor and received high-intensity training every day. They carried heavy loads, stings and fighting, squad assaults, combat simulations in different environments and situations... There are many ways to go, and it is dazzling. But the more this happens, the more Zong Guang can see the differences between the Panshi City army. They are very familiar with these projects, especially the team's combat cooperation, and have a very high understanding of each other. Although the individual combat capabilities of Mishui City's soldiers are strong, the combat projects of more than five people are completely at a disadvantage. They simulate and confront each other dozens of times in a row, and the score is zero.
Chapter completed!