After a long time, Sand-Teach roared fiercely: "Panshi City... are they looking for death?"

"Your Highness, we must fight back." Kutou reminded him.

Sha Cai slightly put away his anger and forced himself to calm down: "How is the army gathering?"

"This is another thing I want to report to you." Kuangya frowned and his eyebrows became solemn: "Since last week, Kuangya City has successively accepted a large number of refugees from surrounding villages. Xintongzhai, Ningguanzhai, Busuzhai, Quanyuzhai... There are more than a dozen villages of all sizes, with a total of more than 8,000 refugees."

Sandya couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning: "So much?"

"Yes!" Kuchichi sighed: "Among them, Xintongzhai and Ningguanzhai are big villages, and the rest of the villages are small in size and few inhabitants. They are all attacked by the Niu people, the villages were broken, and many people were abducted. They are lucky to escape in the chaos and finally come to Kuangya City... Now the houses in the city are basically full, and if this continues, there will be big problems."

"Are you referring to food?" Shachi asked.

Du Teeth nodded worriedly: "The original residents in the city were about 27,000, and the annual grain reserves were reserved for 30,000 people. Under normal circumstances, with a four-month supply period, the supply in winter will be slightly reduced. Considering the fixed share paid by each village every year, and it takes time for them to transport it from different places, the grain in the warehouse can basically be balanced and there will be no famine. But now that there are so many refugees coming at once, the problem becomes troublesome."

Sha Teeth sat sideways on the chair, clenched her right fist to support her chin, and thought hard: "According to the current quota, how long can the food in the city last?"

"Two and a half months, no more than three months at most." This is the number that Dutch had already counted: "It is a war period, and the soldiers must eat enough. Their rations are equivalent to the consumption of two women in normal times."

"It won't take two months so long, one month is enough." The angry Sha Ya looked fierce: "I passed on my order to complete the mobilization of the entire clan within one week. The standing soldiers of each village must arrive at Kuangya City within a specified time. There are 30,000 people in Panshi City, so I will send 30,000 troops to wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

With the strength of the Crazy Teeth Department, so many people were sent at one time, and a considerable number of Pig Women were inevitably added.

Kurt teeth have always been a pro-war faction, but unlike the young and impulsive King of Crazy Tooths, he is more calm and cautious when encountering things: "Your Highness, I am worried that there may be problems with insufficient food supply. Can I ask for help from other tribes? In addition, can I get the support of Your Majesty?"

Angry expression frozen on the face of Shatou. He sighed: "It's hard... You don't know that our relationship with other tribes is not very good. My throne comes from the father's conferred Jin, not inheritance. In order to obtain this fiefdom, the father forcibly divided the village with a total population of 70,000 from other tribes, and provided a large amount of food for me to build a city. To put it bluntly, all the tribes in the tribe had offended that time. Although I was a prince, no one bought my account. For so many years, if my father hadn't been pressed on it, they wouldn't have recognized me as the king of crazy teeth."

"But this time the situation is different." Kutchi advised patiently: "The people of the Niu are coming with great force, and their appetite is very high. If we can't hold on, it will be the other tribes' turn."

Sha Ya glanced at the dry teeth standing in front of him, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Not everyone has such a vision as you."

"What about your majesty?" Kuchichi no longer insisted on his point of view: "You are his eldest son after all."

Sha Chi looked down at the floor under her feet, very irritable: "My father is very ill, and the situation in Fangya City is very complicated now. When I left, Fangya City was fully martial law... Aku, I just tell you these things, just know it yourself."

A bad chill rose in his heart, but he still refused to give up his persistence, so he tentatively said: "The queen..."

Sha Cai waved his hand and interrupted his question weakly: "Don't think about it, it's useless. We can only rely on ourselves now, no one will help us."

The dry teeth were silent for a few seconds, with a bitter face, and barely squeezed out a smile: "I understand. I will send a messenger now to issue orders to all villages."

Shachi nodded: "Go and let me be alone for a while."

The mother's angry face seemed to be still swaying in front of her eyes.

It was so terrible to learn that the territory was attacked, the tense brain had not had a rest since then.

Population loss and village destruction, there is no good news that can make you feel relieved.

It consumes a lot of energy when rushing back from Fangya City.

The reports I heard from Kutou still couldn't relax myself, and the situation was more tense and difficult to control than ever.

Sand teeth never felt as tired as they are now.

He needs a rest, at least he needs a good night's sleep.

...

Most of the Mad Teeth City under the night sky is shrouded in darkness.

This is an era when light is lacking at night. Only big people can afford oil lamps, and officials of lower ranks are not eligible for this luxury. Most of the sources of light at night are fires or torches. The northern barbarians have a special complex for fatty pine because the torso of this tree is very resistant to burning and is the best material for making torches.

The gate of Kuangya City is closed. After all, it is a city. The city lord is not the poor man who has no vision like the leader of a small village. When the city was built, Shachi spent a lot of money to buy iron from the Niu tribe, and strictly covered all the city gates. The door bolts with amazing scales were also made of all steel. Compared with other cities of the Pig tribe, they have stronger defensive capabilities.

The eve, midnight, late at night, early morning... When the first ray of sunlight rose on the eastern ridge, the guards who had been on duty all night were yawning, extinguishing the torches beside them, rubbing their sleepy eyes, dragging heavy steps, preparing to change the guard.

Outside the city is a hill, with strong food. The Pig tribe is crazy about nature and destroying vegetation. There is already loess facing the sky, and it is difficult to grow weeds even in summer. In fact, this is good. At least when encountering foreign invasion, the entire city will be fully visible without any obstacles.

Simply put, there are not enough obstacles and cannot hide people.

The large group of soldiers walked down the city wall and came to the rest area located behind the foundation of the wall.

With boiling water in a few large pots, you can see a few small bones stewed inside. They are scraped cleanly and cannot see a trace of meat. God knows which animals these bones come from, and pigs rarely think about this question. They only care whether the bones are fresh enough? Is there any oil in the soup?

There were more than 300 soldiers resting here, and they were very familiar with the shapes of the bones in the soup pot.

This is a very terrible thing, which means that the soldiers have seen these bones many times, and some even took advantage of the chef's inattention and quickly sucked them up and sucked them with a few bites of bone marrow.

The chefs who operate large pots and stoves have almost no conscience. They like to deduct and reduce the amount. If someone questions this, it is natural to answer, and they are refreshing and slick without any delay.

"The above told me to cook like this. If you have any objections, you should ask the official and tell me it is useless."

"The food I have allocated is just a little bit. What can I do? I also want to eat delicacies, but what can I do if I only have grassroots and bark? Why don't we change it, you're the chef, and you can make it for me to eat?"

"It's okay if you can't eat enough. Young people, please accept your fate! You will be born as a prince in your next life, and you will have whatever you want to eat in the future."

They made jokes, laughed and scolded, vented a few words unhappily, and those who were satisfied with reality squatted in the corner of the wall and stared at somewhere in a daze. Under the wall were a large row of thick men facing the wall. They took off their pants and exposed their bare butts and peed at the city wall, talking unscrupulously about women and special parts of their bodies. Fighting is common among soldiers. The thin ones will always become the target of bullying, and will be hit from time to time, be called various insulting nicknames, and have to be responsible for all kinds of heavy physical work that does not belong to them.

Chaotic and dirty pictures, this is real life.

The bone soup is ready.

The turbid color makes people lose appetite after seeing it, but today is still fine. There are many vegetable leaves floating in the soup, and some blocky plant rhizomes. Seeing the chef take out a bag of salt and sprinkle it in the soup, the soldiers immediately laughed and crowded to compete for the qualification to receive the food first.

Salt is a good thing and very expensive. Kuangya City is far from the sea, and salt is more expensive than grain.

This is the breakfast area for the soldiers guarding the city. After eating, the shifts will be changed.

Chibi is the captain of the city guards, and is also a tall and strong man. He has thick skin and thick legs and feet unique to the Pig tribe. According to the Pig tribe, Chibi is undoubtedly a handsome man, but his tattered nose destroys this wild beauty.

He only had the nose on his right, and the one on the left had been cut off since childhood, revealing a large hole.

My father was a worshiper of the Pig God. His lifelong dream was to become a witch. Unfortunately, he did not understand the ability to communicate with the gods, and was destined to be an ordinary person.

He is so persistent that his wishes that he cannot realize must be realized in his son no matter what the price he pays.

That year, the red nose was two years old.

My father had a dream. In the dream, he heard the gods talking.

"Your son can only have half a nose, otherwise he will never be like you and will not be a great wizard."

The father swears that this is the original words of the gods in their dreams. After waking up, he pulled out his knife and cut off half of his son's nose. This crazy behavior not only did not cause panic, but was unanimously recognized by everyone in the neighbors.

You should absolutely obey the gods. Even if the gods say you are a woman, you must honestly cut off what you shouldn’t have, put on a skirt, forget the gender given to you by your parents, and honestly spend the second half of your life as a woman.

My father was hired to go to war the next year and died.

My mother was taken away by another strong man and never came back.

No one likes the ugly red nose. He has been hanging in the slums since he was a child. He is very wild and always rushes forward in the fight. He is not afraid of death. His big fist is the basic condition for survival in the pig society. He snatches food with his barbarity and ferocity. In this way, he becomes an adult, passes the military assessment and becomes a soldier. In addition, he is usually quite majestic among soldiers and is appointed as the head of ten.

Chibi is only interested in three things in her life: food, women, and powerful opponents.

The breakfast portion is not large, each person has a bowl of soup and a piece of mixed bread. The area of ​​the cake is about the size of an adult pig man’s face and two fingers are thick. It is impossible to eat full, and you can eat it until the second meal at noon.

Holding a big bowl with a red nose, with a dough cake in the middle of his fingers, he squatted on the steps leading to the city wall and ate it with a big mouthful. Today, the soup contains more content than usual. It is a plant tuber that grows in summer. It tastes a little bitter but rich in starch and tastes very much like wild taro from the civilized era.

For the soldiers of the City Guards in Kuangya City, every meal is equivalent to a war. Everyone wants to eat more. The saying "eat the bowl and look at the pot" is very suitable to describe them. Fighting is also common. The loser is forced to hand over the food, and waits for the next meal to ask for more helpers to grab it back... Similar things happen almost every day, and the heads of thousands of people above are helpless. It is not that they don't want to care, but that they can't control it. They just let it go, so that they don't care.

No one dared to mess with Chibi. This guy was a life-threatening madman when he fought. He was extremely hard and broke the bones of several people. Since then, no one has ever made any moves on him.

The soup in the bowl soon came to an end. He stuffed the last bit of bread into his mouth and chewed it slowly with indescribable regrets. He felt that food had a special magic that could make him feel alive, far from old age and death.

A hand reached out from the side, holding a piece of cake in his hand.

Chibi raised her head and looked over her arms. She saw a man with a figure similar to hers and apron wrapped around her waist.

"You're not full! Take it and give you another piece." His smile was sunny and his curved fangs were very beautiful.

Chibi took the cake, opened her mouth and took a bite. After determining the right to possess the cake in such an almost unreasonable way, she looked at the other party with confusion: "Who are you? I have never seen you before."

"I'm the new chef." The strong man wearing an apron grinned, "My name is Shattered."

"Why give me this cake?" Chibi didn't feel malice from the other party, which made him much more relaxed and was not as alert as before.

"You look like a brother of mine." Broken teeth kept wiping his hands on the apron, smiling softly: "He is like you, and he always eats very fast and often chokes."

The hybrid noodles pancake disappeared in Chibi's mouth at an astonishing speed. He nodded vaguely and replied: "...Thank you, I owe you a favor."

The broken-toothed smiley face began to blur in the red nose's eyes.

He then heard Broken Tooth say something inexplicable.
Chapter completed!