lcionline Chapter 300 Preparation before the war (2)
Chapter 300 Preparation before the war (2)
When Lang Cang arrived at the blacksmith's workshop, Hu Bing was hammering and tinkering around the enhanced crossbow, with Ai Shi occasionally handing him some tools.
Upon seeing Lang Cang, Ai Shi greeted him somewhat reservedly, "Lord City Lord."
Lang Cang nodded slightly at him. "How many arrows can the blacksmith shop produce right now?"
Upon hearing Lang Cang's voice, Hu Bing emerged from the ballista. He was wearing a short vest, and his smooth silver hair was tied into a bun with an animal skin rope, making it look a bit messy.
After Hu Bing came out, he wiped the sweat from his cheeks with his dirty hands, making himself look like a cat with a dirty face.
Seeing Hu Bing's "messy" appearance, Lang Cang's lips twitched slightly. "Do you want to take a look at yourself now?"
The current Fox Ice is completely different from the aloof and noble Silver Fox Clan priest he first met.
If you didn't know better, you'd think there were two people!
Ai Shi noticed Lang Cang's gaze, and then looked at the ashes on Elder Hu Bing's face, and silently handed him a fur handkerchief.
Fox Ice waved her hand, refusing his offer. She figured wiping it now would only make it dirty again, so she might as well not wipe it at all!
He looked down at his clothes. "I'm fine like this!"
"This vest is so convenient. It's so hot in the blacksmith's workshop, who cares about anything else?" Hu Bing waved his hand nonchalantly, having also experienced the feeling of sweating profusely.
The fire in the blacksmith's workshop never went out, even though it was scorching hot. Everyone worked in shifts, and the stifling heat inside made everyone very irritable.
It's clear that Fox Ice really enjoys researching these weapons; he not only tolerated the dusty environment of the blacksmith's workshop, but even his obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness has lessened considerably.
He reached out and adjusted his slightly crooked bun, counting on his fingers, "There are probably 80,000 arrows now."
"Eighty thousand?" Lang Cang looked somewhat surprised. "That many?"
Fox Ice slightly pursed her lips, "The work in the blacksmith's workshop never stops, this is already considered a light workload!"
"However, even if we have enough arrowheads, we can only give you 50,000. The carpentry team can only provide 50,000 arrow shafts."
"Making the arrow body is not easy; the requirements for the arrow body are much stricter than those for the arrowhead."
Lang Cang waved his hand, "That's enough. First, gather 30,000 arrows."
"Two hundred light crossbows, five thousand short arrows, and..." Lang Cang listed the weapons he would bring on this trip one by one.
Ai Shi quickly took out a small notebook from his animal skin bag and began to write.
"That's about it. We'll load it all onto the carts within two days."
Fox Ice nodded. "No problem, I'll keep an eye on it."
Inside the blacksmith's workshop, another round of intensive preparations began. They were going to re-inspect and test all the weapons that Lang Cang would need for this battle.
The battlefield is ever-changing, and a single mishap by a weapon could injure your own men.
Fox Ice will absolutely not allow this to happen.
Lin Baiyan on the other side was also extremely busy, as logistics has always been an indispensable part of war.
The giant bear tribe they were heading to was thousands of miles away. This was a forced march, so a cart was essential. The warriors could take turns resting on the cart, which would shorten their travel time.
They wanted to launch a surprise attack on the Chaoxiong tribe's stronghold before the Chaoxiong tribe discovered the exact location of the Beast City, while the tribe was still unprepared, to rescue the Giant Bear tribe's orcs and, incidentally, severely damage the Chaoxiong tribe.
Moreover, before the sneak attack, Lang Cang and Lin Baiyan had to visit the reindeer tribe and the weasel tribe again.
Lang Cang has great ambitions; he wants to take this opportunity to completely eradicate the Chaoxiong tribe!
Correspondingly, given the time constraints, cooking over a fire seemed impractical; they needed to prepare enough food for all the soldiers on their journey.
Lin Baiyan decided to use dried meat, sweet potato strips, and dried potatoes. These were all plants they grew last year, most of which were steamed and dried, just in case.
As for dried meat, it is the first choice for food reserves in the City of Ten Thousand Beasts, and they are now very skilled at roasting it.
Lin Baiyan stood in the storage cave, holding up a weak torch and looking at the cave full of stored grain. He turned to look at Tu Linmaoyu and Hu Zhen behind him, "Let's begin."
Based on a daily ration of two catties of dried meat and one catty of dried sweet potato per person, and with four hundred orcs expected to travel this time, that would amount to eight hundred catties of dried meat and four hundred catties of dried sweet potato per day.
By this calculation, they would have consumed almost the entire food supply of a cave.
Tu Lin looked at the numbers in the ledger with a pang of heartache, "This is the grain we've worked so hard to save."
They scrimped and saved every day, managing to accumulate enough food for just three caves. A single battle would consume a third of it, and Rabbit Forest felt a pang of heartache just thinking about it.
Cat Feather, standing to the side, had the same little expression.
Lin Baiyan comforted him, "It's alright, Uncle Rabbit Lin, the next batch of crops will be ripe soon."
Fox Zhen stroked his beard and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, maybe we'll have some new food coming in soon."
Hearing him say that, Tu Lin and Mao Yu looked at him with some confusion.
Lin Baiyan, however, glanced at Hu Zhen's cunning smile with a flash of his eyes, but remained silent.
Good heavens, the war hasn't even started yet, and Fox Shock is already certain they'll get the spoils!
Lin Baiyan didn't know whether to call him good-natured or carefree.
While Lin Baiyan was busy with logistical work, Lang Cang went back to the central square after leaving the blacksmith's workshop. Hu Luan had already finished counting all the registered orcs.
Lang Cang frowned as he looked at the two people staring strangely at the names on the paper. "What's wrong?" Is there not enough people?
Hearing Lang Cang's voice, Hu Luan snapped back to reality and quickly shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just..."
"The problem is that there are far too many people. There must be more than six hundred orcs here." More than two hundred more than that.
Yang Ye handed the notebook to Lang Cang, "Lord, what do you think we should do?"
Wolf Cang really didn't expect there to be so many more people. He thought for a moment and said, "Eliminate the orcs under the age of twenty first, and also don't accept those with disabilities. If there are too many, we'll cut out the young orcs."
Yang Ye nodded quickly and began to mark the names one by one. After working for a while, the last five hundred orcs were successfully selected. There was no other way; there were just too many people.
There were a total of 120 sub-orcs and 380 male orcs, all standing below, eagerly watching Lang Cang.
This was something Lang Cang hadn't expected. He thought there wouldn't be enough sub-beastmen, but he didn't expect there to be so many more.
Wolf Cang stood on the central altar and began the final training for the selected orcs.