There is a refugee camp in the woods outside Harmony Village. Standing next to the camp, all you can see are skinny guys. It is not accurate to say that they are human beings. They have deep-set eye sockets, shriveled skin, and numb eyes.
They look more like dead bodies.
These people had no shelter, no food and clothing, so they languished among the dead branches and leaves. Several soup buckets were carried out in the village, but only a few came out to eat when they heard shouting.
Old Borg has been having a lot of headaches about this refugee camp recently, "I have lived in the Black Forest for decades, and I have never seen such a miserable moment.
People are dying every day, people are dying along the way, too many to count. I want to save them, but we only have enough food to eat."
Zhou Qingfeng walked into the camp and inspected it. Many refugees had died in the camp, unable to wait for relief. After he came out, he ordered the old dwarf: "Send someone to cremate the bodies. Those who only have one breath left,
Send them on their way too."
Ah..., the old dwarf thought Zhou Qingfeng was showing mercy.
Zhou Qingfeng thought carefully and ordered: "Send another person to Hanfeng City to take the initiative to take in those who are still valuable, and don't let them die on the way. As for food..."
In the past half month, Archbishop Dimitri of Whigburg failed to deliver dried earthworms. He is currently raising more and more earthworms. The accumulated stock is just used to feed the homeless. He should be able to raise four to five hundred more earthworms.
population.
But for the increasing number of refugees, that little dried earthworm was far from enough. On his way back to Harmony Village, Zhou Qingfeng saw a lot of human tragedies. The battle for royal power made the powerful only care about themselves, and civilians continued to die.
"We must fight out, fight out!" Zhou Qingfeng did not talk about how to solve the problem of food. In fact, he had no way to solve it. This damn alien world is short of food, an unsolvable problem. "I will continue to stay in the Black Forest.
Trapped to death."
After ordering the useful refugees in the old Borg shelter and executing the useless ones, Zhou Qingfeng, who was in a bad mood, could only go back to the government building in the village to see if he had completed his preparations for war.
"Victor, you have been away for two months. In these two months, we have stockpiled 80,000 arrow shafts, 50,000 standard arrows, 30 sets of heavy armor, 100 sets of light armor, 2,000 standard spears, 5
One hundred iron-mounted shields, two hundred standard crossbows, and eight hundred long swords."
Inisha reported the output of the forging yard and lathe workshop to Zhou Qingfeng, and the reported figures made him confused, "We have stockpiled so many weapons and arrows? Didn't we say they were sold to the North?"
"Who will buy it?" Inisa asked back, "There are only so many adventurers in the village, so we can't consume too many arrows. As for transporting them to sell, all the transport capacity has been transferred to the Banshee Castle to give you an advantage."
Bang..., Zhou Qingfeng patted his forehead, "Okay, the carriages are coming now. Let's quickly sell some of the weapons and equipment. We can't use all of these weapons."
The mobilization capabilities of all forces in the outside world are poor. Take the Banshee Castle, the strongest in the North, as an example. The newly formed knights have less than fifty people and the wizards have more than thirty people. The original city guard was only about five hundred, and there were a large number of them.
An armed attendant with mediocre fighting ability.
Banshee Castle has a population of more than 30,000. One out of ten is the mobilization limit, which is only 3,000 troops. To mobilize to this level is to be desperate, production will stagnate, and consumption will increase sharply. It cannot last long, otherwise the economy will collapse.
Cold Wind City is even worse. It would be great to be able to mobilize a thousand people, most of whom are serfs. As for Zhou Qingfeng... he can't mobilize many troops to leave the Black Forest and fight for a long time.
Inisa estimated that Harmony Village could dispatch at most 300 people for half a month. If it takes more or longer, the food shipped out will not be enough to eat on the way. Therefore, there are indeed too many weapons forged in the forge, and there must be more.
Only a big market will do.
only......
The battle for royal power was about to break out, but the booming arms trade that Zhou Qingfeng expected did not appear - a group of poor people whose economy was on the verge of collapse had no spending power at all.
"How many years and months will I have to use these weapons and arrows if there is no war?" Uncle Zhou thought of a joke.
During the Cold War, all countries were preparing for war. The industrial powers prepared aircraft, cannons, tanks, and warships. Flower growers were poor and could only produce low-end weapons, including four weapons per capita.
dàn'.
As a result, there are so many shǒu liú dàn..., we may not be able to use them all if we fight the "three wars", and they will definitely not be used if we don't fight the "three wars".
Although the situation faced by Uncle Zhou is not that exaggerated, his previous preparations were all for war, and all resources were used to expand military power. If the war does not start on time, he will not be able to hold on at first.
In the entire Northland, Zhou Qingfeng is not ranked high in terms of strength. But when it comes to militarism, he is definitely number one. Because most of the other lords are poorly equipped and have no intention of fighting at all.
"No, no, this situation is absolutely unacceptable." Zhou Qingfeng took advantage of the Banshee Castle and obtained a lot of supplies such as food and cloth, as well as some useful human resources. But these resources will not be used for long.
It will be used up.
"Half a month, we will send troops in half a month." Zhou Qingfeng estimated the time. It will take about half a month before the garbage dump in the real world starts to be cleaned up at full speed. By then, he will regain high-quality soul crystals and life glue.
.
Inisha understood Zhou Qingfeng's impatience very well. She had been to Cold Wind City and was very worried when she came back. The situation was deteriorating at a dizzying speed, but she couldn't do anything about it while staying in Harmony Village.
It's just that half a month is too short, and the manpower that can be mobilized is very limited. After all, fighting is not Zhou Qingfeng's business alone, he needs his subordinates. Just like the retreat from Banshee Castle that just ended, if there is no transportation capacity to cooperate, he can at most
to destroy.
When going out to fight, each person must consume no less than one kilogram of food per day. If two hundred people go out to fight for ten days, they will need two tons of food alone.
The roads in the North are so bad that heavy-loaded carriages cannot run. Light-loaded carriages can only pull 250 kilograms at most. But horses are very good at eating. This is a vicious cycle. Therefore, long-distance expeditions are very dangerous.
The crops in the south were not mature yet, so the food the succubi could provide was very limited, and the only food they had was some dried earthworms. Zhou Qingfeng had to bring his own supplies to go into battle. He calculated over and over again, and felt that it would be better for him to bring fewer troops when he went out.
Soldiers are more valuable than their elites. Otherwise, the food will be eaten up before the battle begins, and it will be difficult to escape in despair. There are many military operations in history in which troops retreated after running out of food and even were destroyed.
"I will take about 80 to 100 people, and we will go to Cold Wind City first. If the Long-Legs family can help, we will help them; if they cannot, we will replace them." Zhou Qingfeng spread out a simple map of the Northland and stared at hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.
There are a dozen pitiful cities on the land.
"Northland, Northland! I've long been tired of staying in this dead land without life and vitality. The powerful people here don't want to resist, they just want to live a stable life. But if they don't want freedom, freedom will rush towards them.