"Lord Ruk... According to the current consumption, the food in the team can only last for four days at most..."

In the long-distance team of Kate City, David, who had been promoted to logistics quadron chief, reported with a serious face.

In the tent, the other generals' expressions became solemn when they heard the news. The military marching team and food represent the last confidence. Once this thing is gone, the people's hearts that have finally gathered may disperse.

After all, the situation is so desperate that it is hard to breathe. If the food is gone, it is really hard to imagine what those numb soldiers would do.

The key is that they don't even know where to find supplies...

The vegetation visible to the naked eye along the way was infected, which was obviously exactly the same as in Kate City. Not to mention replenishing food, replenishing water sources was extremely difficult.

Now the team can barely maintain order, relying on the sheltered place in the mouth of the orcs. A group of people insisted desperately as if they were looking for plums to quench their thirst. Although the other party could not even say where the specific location of the shelter was, the instinct of human beings to survive made them choose to believe him as if they were catching the last straw.

But this kind of persistence is not without a bottom line. Every day's hard life is sucking everyone's patience. The huge camel is just about to be crushed by a straw now, and the news that the food is bottoming out is very likely to be the last straw.

The tent fell into silence, and the decision makers in the tent, including Ruke and Bondy, were speechless at this time. Obviously, even they themselves could not digest the news for a while.

After a while, Luke reluctantly came to his senses and smiled bitterly: "How many people know about this news?"

"The people who are responsible for the food are all your confidants, and they are very strict and should not be leaked..." David said quickly.

Ruk sighed and nodded. The old knight of Bondy was indeed very meticulous in his work. He seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago. He applied for a personal guard to help with the supervision and distributing food. Now, it is indeed a wise move.

But this is just a little delay, because things will never disappear because they are well concealed. After all, the paper cannot contain the fire.

"Cut the quota..." Ruke sighed. The situation is only like this now, and it is only one day that can be more than one day.

David was stunned for a moment, thinking that most people now have very few quotas. After all, everyone is not resting every day, and the daily itinerary takes more than sixteen hours. Just the food you can stick to now is due to amazing perseverance.

Of course, he couldn't refute it, because he couldn't think of any good way to cut quotas besides cutting.

Since quota reduction has been determined, we have to discuss which part of the quota to be reduced.

"Grom can't be cut..." Bondy said first.

As soon as these words were said, no one in the tent refuted. Although the orc's orc's appetite was as large as the food of thousands of people, no one still refuted it.

Not to mention that the hope now lies with the orc, no one is qualified to cut his quota just by his contributions along the way.

Since the route is to the south coast, I encountered many mutant creatures when passing by several big cities along the way. Every time I encountered that kind of very terrifying monster, it was basically killed by this orc. Now he is a basic security guarantee in the team. One person feels more effective than their army.

Even many civilians think that these soldiers are unnecessary because they cannot get involved in many battles.

The orcs cannot be cut, nor does the officers seem to be able to.

These generals have long been cut to the point where they can no longer cut. The daily consumption is similar to that of ordinary officers, and it seems that it is not appropriate to cut the same level as civilians.

Soldiers cannot be cut. Now soldiers are under great mental pressure and have to face unfair accusations from civilians. They have already endured to the limit. If they cut military rations again, they may lead to mutiny.

After all, we can only cut off civilians...

Ruk thought for a while and finally said, "If the quota for women and children remains unchanged and only weakens the quota for ordinary civilian men, how many more days can they last?"

This sentence made David, who was born in a civilian, feel a little complicated, but he also knows that this is a helpless move.

From a moral perspective, giving priority to women and children can make people understand to a certain extent, especially those heads of families, who are the pillars of the family, and endure some hardships and allow their wives and children to have a full meal.

Thinking of this, David sighed and finally replied honestly: "If all the rations of civilian men are reduced, they can save about three days of rations."

"Is it only three days?" Luke frowned when he heard this, a little dissatisfied with the number.

"Three days are already very forced..." David smiled bitterly.

"What if it cut to one-third?"

David was stunned. He felt that this was too cruel. At least there must be a process... It cuts one-third directly. Judging from the current intensity of the itinerary, many people may have to fall down after only two days.

"That should be barely five days..."

"Let's decide like this!" Luke made a decision without waiting for David to react.

"This..." David suddenly looked around, wanting to seek help from others, but was shocked to find that the entire tent, including his old boss, Duke Bondy, had also agreed to this decision.

He was puzzled and before he could speak, Bondy suddenly said, "Sometimes you have to give up, fewer men are a good thing for many single soldiers who have lost their families."

"Uh?" David was stunned for a moment, but he was also a smart person. After a few seconds, he thought about it.

Adults want to completely give up on the civilian male!

After drawing this conclusion, pushing it up, everything can be explained.

Most of the soldiers in the team either have not started a family or have their families have died in the chaos. One hundred thousand soldiers are all bachelors who fight ten to ten.

You know, judging from the current information, these people are likely to be the last population on this continent. In this way, the women in Kate City may also be the last women on the continent.

Only by giving up those civilian men can the women in their family be vacant. In order to survive, women will need to find a strong man as the pillar of the family, and soldiers also need a family to have a support to have a goal to continue to fight.

Kill two birds with one stone!

When David thought of this, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Although he knew that this decision was for the entire team to survive with more hope, this... isn't that a little bit too much?

"Need not!"

Just when David didn't know how to reply, a mellow voice came from the entrance of the tent, and then a huge and burly figure bent down into the inside of the tent.

David was excited and the person who came was Dog Brother.

"Mr. Grom..." Ruk frowned at first when he saw the orc breaking in and oppose, but replied in a gentle tone: "This is also a helpless move. After all, we need more time to find the shelter you are talking about. It is a forced choice for giving up some people..."

"Tomorrow..." Brother Dog interrupted the other party directly.

"Ah?" Luke was stunned.

"Tomorrow, we will reach our destination!" said the dog brother quietly.
Chapter completed!