Joseph looked at the Xia soldier opposite him and asked him a question, but he couldn't understand a word. So he could only respectfully give a Xia military salute and say, "Greetings, sir."
"Pfft...!" Everyone burst out laughing when they heard Joseph's nonsensical answer. He even knew how to give the Great Xia military salute.
The Wu Ning Army had fought against the Russians on the border of the Great Xia for several years, and many of them understood the Great Xia language. Captain Zhang began to ask questions in Russian.
"Which legion do you belong to? Who is the legion commander? Which clan are you currently under? How many strong orcs are there?" Captain Zhang asked a series of questions, each one crucial.
"Joseph belongs to the Third Legion of the Far East of the Rakshasa Empire. The legion commander is Marquis Alikov, and we are under the command of the Twilight Hammer Clan. As for the orcish powerhouses, I have only seen two generals."
Joseph's forehead began to sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe it away, answering the question with bated breath.
"How much food do you have left? How long will it last?"
"No one knows how much food is left. Only the soldiers attacking the city have rations, while the rest share a few pieces of wheat cakes." Joseph felt a pang of pain at the thought of wheat cakes, and Yakov didn't even know if he would get to eat them.
Kong Yue called Zhang Xiaowei over and said, "Send him to the Grand Commander and exchange him for some oil and arrows. The orcish coalition will not delay any longer, so we must prepare as soon as possible."
Commander Zhang agreed, but before he had gone far, the sound of war drums came again from outside the city, accompanied by shouts of alarm from the Great Xia army.
Kong Yue's heart skipped a beat. He quickly went to the city wall, looked outside, and exclaimed, "Why am I so unlucky?"
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