Therefore, they specially cleared out an open space behind the battlefield to cook. They built dozens of stoves in advance, and the cooks carried the iron pots with their strong bodies.
Although it's on a mountaintop, water is not a problem; a handful of unmelted snow on the cliff is all you need for drinking water.
"How is the battle going at the front?"
Fu Rong was talking to the deputy general who had just come over to inquire about the food situation.
"The fighting is over. Just as the general said, this may be a protracted war."
Fu Rong clicked his tongue: "This is the territory of the Beiyuan Army, so they will naturally come up with all sorts of tricks. In addition, we also have to wear them down in numbers. With a force of 100,000, we can't finish them off in a short time."
"They can wear us down slowly, but if we lose even one game, we might never have a chance to turn things around," the lieutenant sighed.
Fu Rong didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only change the subject, saying, "There's no use thinking about this now. Let's do what we can. Let's cook a good meal and make sure the soldiers on the front lines are well-fed and watered."
They had made preparations for this, and dozens of supply wagons had been brought in and were on display, which was more than enough for their needs. This was also thanks to the "Black Bear Truck" invented by the wife, which could transport supplies smoothly and effortlessly on rainy, snowy, cold, and rugged mountain roads.
The lieutenant agreed. He was about to go back to report when his gaze inadvertently swept over a spot and he suddenly froze: "Lord Fu, look, there seems to be someone over there?"
Fu Rong's expression suddenly tightened. He turned his gaze and saw a gleaming object bobbing up and down among the rocks behind him, walking towards them.
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