Chapter 107 The old man is also crazy
With food in hand, there is no need to panic.
The best interpretation of this sentence is not Zhang Yang, but the old man.
When Zhang Yang told him that they would store 200,000 kilograms of food at the Bald Ridge Fortress, the old man's expression at that moment was as if he had returned to his twenties.
Then he transformed himself into a human-shaped squirrel, and jumped and hopped with his sons and sons-in-law, driving a cart like crazy towards the Black Rock Fortress and the Tianliang Mountain Great Wall.
Then at eleven o'clock that night, the old man returned, followed by fifteen large carts filled with the elderly, the sick, the disabled, women and children.
The cart was surrounded by a group, no, hundreds of disabled veterans with missing limbs.
They were all the old man’s subordinates back then.
This is normal. The war with the Mirage Clan's demon soldiers has been going on year after year and month after month. In addition to those who died in battle, the majority of the soldiers are disabled.
Some of these soldiers returned to their hometowns, while others had nowhere to go and could only survive like wandering ghosts outside the camp at the cold Great Wall.
When the old man was still a general, he took good care of these old subordinates, but now he can't even protect himself, so he can no longer take care of these old guys.
But now, the old man is going crazy.
"My dear son-in-law, my dear son-in-law, how about going to get more food from General Liu? There are still thousands of veterans outside the Tianliang Great Wall camp. Thousands of veterans. As long as there is enough food, I can bring them all over. I have also talked to General Anton, and he acquiesced to this. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"My dear son-in-law, please get another 200,000 kilograms!"
The old man went crazy. His eyes were wide open with lightning flashing out, like an old monster whooshing after death. Zhang Yang was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly.
"So many? Uncle, father-in-law, you have to understand that those old soldiers are a burden to us!"
"So what? They were crippled because they were defending the Tianliang Great Wall and fighting against the Mirage Clan's demon soldiers. Now the Wei court considers them a burden, General An Dong considers them a burden, that old bastard Zhang Yeting also considers them a burden, and everyone in the world considers them a burden!"
"But they were all young men crying out in despair. If you really have great ambitions, you can't be indifferent to these old, weak and disabled soldiers!"
"People are all made of flesh and blood. Even the most murderous soldier will be afraid of ending up homeless one day. There are many benefits for you to do this now. And don't look at these old soldiers who are missing arms and legs. They are all very capable. You are going to dig out the inner fortress, right? You don't have to waste your precious magic power. Just give each of these old friends a hammer and a steel drill. Do you believe it? It will only take two years to return you a fortress that has been transformed?"
"Besides, they are all veterans who have fought in countless battlefields. I will organize those who can fight into groups, and those who can't fight will stay behind to fire crossbows. At the critical moment, they are all willing to fight for you."
The old man was already in tears when he said this, which really moved Zhang Yang. After thinking for a while, he said, "In this case, how many old and weak soldiers are there? Let's try to take them all in."
"real?"
The old man's tears suddenly dried up, his eyes stopped sparkling, and his sanctimonious expression returned to its original state.
"Okay, really." Zhang Yang suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Including their families, there are about 20,000 people."
"Twenty thousand people?"
Zhang Yang was almost frightened to death.
"Father-in-law, father-in-law! You are trying to murder me. We really can't let go. Look around Bald Ridge. Where can we find a place to stay? Liu Kai will be gone tomorrow afternoon. No one will support us. You brought so many old, weak, sick and disabled people here. Are you going to let the demon soldiers massacre them?"
"And how much food do 20,000 people need to eat every day? How can we give them so much food?"
"Ahem, dear son-in-law, it's not that serious. General Anton is still very happy to see us accept these burdens. He has already agreed to provide us with 50 carts, 1,000 sets of infantry leather armor and weapons, 500 heavy crossbows, 100,000 crossbow arrows, and 10,000 kilograms of grain. In addition, as long as we can hold on until the next summer harvest, another 500,000 kilograms of grain will be allocated to us."
"I've calculated that among the 20,000 people, 15,000 are women, children and the elderly. Each person needs half a pound of food per day to keep them alive. The remaining 5,000 are veterans. 3,000 of them can be treated as elite soldiers, with 5 pounds of food per day. The remaining 2,000 can be treated as half of the ten-man enemy. In fact, these 2,000 are the treasures. They should be supplied with 30 pounds of food per day, otherwise they will not be able to exert their combat effectiveness."
"In this way, the daily consumption is only about 80,000 kilograms—"
The old man couldn't continue speaking and sat on the ground with a sad face.
Zhang Yang looked at the old guy speechlessly, not knowing whether he was really pretending or just pretending. The combat power in this world is very strong, so the consumption will also be very large.
A captain-level soldier's normal daily food supply is 50 kilograms. If he encounters a fierce battle, he will have to supplement it with at least 10 kilograms of meat.
An elite soldier consumes 20 kilograms every day.
5 jin for ordinary soldiers.
Women, children and the elderly only eat 3 kilograms a day.
Precisely because of this, maintaining an army is extremely costly, and this only includes food. If the consumption of armor and weapons is taken into account, the resources required will be enormous.
It would be fine if there was arable land around the Bald Ridge Fortress, but this is where the fiercest battles between the demon soldiers and the Wei army take place on a daily basis.
Whoever keeps a burden of 20,000 yuan will have his head kicked by a donkey.
Zhang Yang now even suspects that the old man has been bribed by his competitors and wants to kill him.
However, on second thought, he felt that this would be an opportunity. Among the 20,000 burdens, there were at least 5,000 disabled veterans with decent combat effectiveness. As long as they did not go out to fight in the field, they would not be weak at all if they relied on the city walls and fortresses to fight.
Assuming his Bald Ridge Fortress is really completed, this will become his base camp.
Among these burdens are the children of the veterans. With just a few years of raising them, they will become a group of elite and extremely loyal soldiers.
Therefore, the real key to this matter lies in whether he can provide massive food resources after the plot officially unfolds.
"It should be at least 100,000 tons. Otherwise, I can't afford it. Can my village in the fantasy world provide such a huge amount of food?"
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Yang helped the old man up and said, "Father-in-law, go and receive those veterans and their families. You are right. Since I have ambitions to dominate the world, this matter must be done."
(I have something to do today and really don't have time, so I will only update twice for now. Please understand.)
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