Wei Yan's resentment did not affect Feng Yong.

At this time, he was sitting in the tent of the camp, looking at the statistical data sent by Zhang Yuan, full of joy.

Probably because Jincheng felt that they were really impregnable, or maybe because Jincheng had sent reinforcements ahead, the troops were insufficient.

Therefore, such a large amount of food and grass was escorted by only a thousand people.

Do the math, you have to do the math first.

Feng Yong took out his pen and calculated the account carefully.

Thirteen thousand grains were sent from Jincheng to Yuzhong. The journey was not too far.

Excluding the consumption of civilians, livestock, and escorting soldiers on the road, the remaining food was at least a month's ration for five thousand soldiers during the war.

If there are 10,000 Jincheng reinforcements, they will have about half a month's rations.

After receiving such a result, Feng Yong couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

Behind, really behind!

Thinking of the ration bags carried by everyone in his army, Feng Junhou felt proud. I can crush you with just logistics. How can Feilongqian lose?

When Zhang Ni came in, he saw Feng Yongzheng smiling from ear to ear. He, who was already overjoyed, also grinned.

"Oh, Bo Qi is here? Sit down."

When Feng Yong saw him, he quickly greeted him, "How are the arrangements outside?"

"Back to Junhou, everything has been arranged. People from the Dark Night Camp have sent manpower from both the east and west directions. If there are police, they will sound the alarm."

"There are also those civilians who have gathered back and are now asking them to dig trenches, just in case."

Feng Yong nodded, "That's great. Have you asked what happened?"

There were too many supplies robbed, and it was almost nightfall, so it was inconvenient to march, so we could only rest for one night with this small camp as the center.

The captured civilian husbands came in handy.

"I've asked. This batch of food and supplies left from Jincheng and was going to be given to the Cao thieves who went to rescue Yuzhong."

When Zhang Ni said this, his face became even more joyful, "Your Majesty, we are really lucky this time. According to the prisoner, Jincheng sent reinforcements to Yuzhong five days ago."

"We have robbed so much food and grass this time. The Cao thieves who went to rescue Yuzhong may not survive for a few days."

Feng Yong nodded.

Otherwise, why couldn't he have laughed just now?

With Jincheng's military strength, if it can send five thousand troops to rescue Yuzhong, it will be considered as exhausting all efforts.

Together with the civilians and auxiliary soldiers, there are more than 10,000 people.

Without this batch of food and grass, Jincheng's reinforcements will have to wait for the northwest wind to blow.

That’s not right, there isn’t even a northwest wind this season.

Thinking of this, Feng Yong couldn't help but grin.

Now he is stuck between Jincheng and Yuzhong. If Jincheng wants to send grain again, it will need at least 10,000 to 20,000 troops to escort the grain.

But now it is a question whether there are still 5,000 troops in Jincheng.

So this time, I really cut Cao Thief directly on the seven inches.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with those prisoners of war?"

Zhang Yi asked again.

"Take off all their armor and clothes. After dawn tomorrow, put half of them to the east and half to the west. Let them go and report the news to Jincheng and Yuzhong."

If only a few are sent back, the coach will most likely hide them all in order to keep the news secret and stabilize the morale of the troops.

But if hundreds of people on both sides are sent back, I don't believe this news can't spread.

Having said this, Feng Yong rubbed his hands and smiled: "Tonight and tomorrow we will have breakfast, kill a few more animals, and reward the soldiers. Everyone has worked hard these days."

Hearing what Feng Yong said, Zhang Yi couldn't help but swallowed, and quickly stood up and clasped his fists: "Promise! I will personally arrange it!"

After eating dry food for so many days, I almost vomited.

The robbery of so much food and grass this time does not count. The key is that there are still a lot of livestock. If they are not used to reward the soldiers, how can they be left for Cao Cao's thieves?

Feng Yong's military order was passed down, and the entire army immediately cheered loudly, and began to kill cattle and donkeys in preparation for the festival.

Large pieces of meat were thrown into the cauldron, rolled in water for a while to remove the blood foam, and then some salt was added.

Or just take it and roast it directly.

On the other side, steam was already rising from the cauldron, and the yellow corn stew was stirred until it became thick.

The aroma of various foods began to fill the air above the camp.

Ordinary soldiers can eat meat, which is equivalent to celebrating the New Year, but how should they do it?

Meat is a delicacy, but does it matter whether it is well cooked or not?

If the cooked meat is not tasty, you can sprinkle some salt on it yourself. It will be really delicious.

Anyway, they are all confiscated things, don’t feel bad!

But the food for the commander's camp cannot be so rough.

There are special handymen in Feng Junhou's personal guard camp.

The handyman is a master, and with a boning knife in his hand, he can do tricks.

But I saw that he took a deep breath first, then held the beef with his left hand and held the knife in his right hand, breaking it down and scraping the bones. The boning knife seemed to be alive in his hand.

In just a blink of an eye, not only the meat on the bones was picked clean, but also the beef was cut into pieces two fingers wide and one knuckle long.

It attracted cheers from all the handymen.

"Whoosh!"

The leader of the handyman swung the knife, and it was nailed straight to the wood next to him.

But I saw him pointing at the pile of meat that was like a hill, and said to the cook standing next to him, "Make these first, and then call me if you don't have enough!"

The cook gave a thumbs up: "Master Han's skills are amazing!"

A look of pride appeared on Han Long's face, "That's because my skills are not something that ordinary people can learn."

In a very loud tone, Manager Han often boasted that the personal guards around Feng Junhou would ask him for martial arts lessons.

But none of the handymen dared to laugh at him.

After all, the guards around the king do call him "Master Han".

Therefore, everyone has a lot of speculation about the identity of this handyman. Many people think that he is at least an old man who follows the prince, and he is also very close to him.

There may be some superficial tricks, otherwise the boning knife wouldn't be able to perform well.

But he definitely wasn't good at martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't have been assigned to take care of these handymen.

Ten chefs can't compare to Master Han's skill in removing bones and chopping meat.

But when it comes to cooking, Han Long admits that even a hundred Master Han can't compare to a cook.

The cook grabbed a large pot of meat, put various seasonings in it to marinate, and at the same time asked someone to put a pot on the fire and start boiling oil.

After a while, oil smoke started to rise, there was a splash, the marinated meat was poured in, and the aroma of meat wafted up.

Han Long took a deep breath: This is the taste!

Although dry food is also delicious, no matter how delicious it is, it can't compare to the meat fried in a pot!

How about saying that Feng Langjun’s family has far-reaching roots?

Even the way of eating is different from other people in the world.

Although the stir-fried beef, beef blood soup, and big bones don’t take enough time to cook, you can make do with it.

With some meat sauce, freshly steamed buns, and sticky yellow rice porridge, Han Long grabbed a portion and found a corner to eat.

He will eat whatever the prince eats, and he will eat whenever the prince eats.

This was ordered by Feng Junhou himself.

This is one of the main reasons why no one dares to laugh at Manager Han when he brags.

In the commander's camp, the cook was setting out food when Jiang Wei suddenly came in hastily, "Junhou!"

"Hey, Boyue, you have a really sharp nose. I just sent someone to find you, and you will be here soon." Feng Yong pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit down quickly."

Jiang Wei did not obey the order, but gave him a fist first, with even a trace of anxiety on his face.

"Your Majesty, I will report something at the end."

"Huh?" Feng Yong noticed something strange about him and was slightly startled, "What happened?"

"Your Majesty, at the end of the tour, I inspected each camp and found that most of the food sent to the Tiger Infantry was meat. However, the Mo Dao team, the Wudang camp, and even the Junhou's bodyguards did not have enough meat, so they made up for it with offal."

Jiang Wei's face was not only worried, but also a little uneasy, "The prince, the general and the Tiger Infantry are now under the command of the prince, how can they be treated differently from other camps?"
To be continued...