Lord of the Oasis Chapter 719: .The latest challenge to start

"Why is there so little meat?" The soldiers of the Wolf Attack Team, who were beating gongs and drums waiting for the food to be served in the back kitchen, couldn't help complaining when they saw the broth in the bowl.

"Don't say it, the wild wolves you called only have so much meat." The soldier cooking said with emotion: "They live in this valley, and their life should not be easy."

"Don't grab it, this piece of meat is mine."

The soldiers have already scrambled for the wolf meat left in the vegetable bowl.

No one is listening to what the soldiers in the back kitchen have to say.

The soldier in the back kitchen sighed and walked towards DeWitt's tent with a plate of food.

"Captain DeWitt," the soldier called softly after entering the camp.

DeWitt, who was lying on the desk, raised his body, and after seeing the vegetable bowl in the soldier's hand, he waved to him: "I'm sorry, it's already dinner time without paying much attention. Excuse me. ."

"It's fine." The soldier shook his head and stepped forward to place the meal on another desk.

DeWitt was about to look away after seeing the soldier put the food away, but found that the soldier had no intention of retreating, but stood hesitantly. So he raised his head and asked, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"That..." The soldier said hesitantly, "Captain DeWitt, our rations are running out."

"Huh?" DeWitt was surprised: "But we only set out from Dwarf Town for a few days. How can the previously prepared amount plus the purchased supplies be used up so quickly?"

"When I was buying before, I was fooled by a dwarf trader. After we set off, we found out that all they sold us were leftovers and could not be used for cooking at all." The soldier explained nervously: "In the past few days, , they are all consuming the food they brought with them. Now they are almost at the bottom.”

"So, how many more days will the current food last us?" DeWitt asked, rubbing his temples.

"I don't know the situation on the elves' side. On our side, we can only hold on for another three days." The soldier replied cautiously.

"Three days?!" The number really surprised DeWitt.

Three days, it is estimated that you can't even walk out of the valley.

"...I see." DeWitt responded with a sigh. The soldier then retreated.

DeWitt walked over to the table where the meals were placed, and took a sip of the soup.

In the past few days, various emergencies have gradually made him haggard.

While eating, I was thinking about how to resolve this crisis.

After dinner, DeWitt called in Claremont and Abel. The three sat facing each other in DeWitt's tent, and DeWitt relayed to them the facts the soldiers reported to him today.

"Can the two of you come up with a good plan?" DeWitt surrendered hopeful eyes to the two.

"Why don't we take some out of our team's food load for the Calradian soldiers?" suggested Abel.

The elves eat only one-fifth of the humans' daily intake and drink less water.

In this case, the team supporting Calradia should still have room to spare.

"How much food is left for the elven soldiers?" Claremont asked worriedly.

"This... I don't know very well, I will ask someone to ask." Abel immediately stood up, walked outside the tent, and asked for the logistics soldiers of the elf tribe.

A short while later, an elf soldier walked in.

When DeWitt saw the nervous look on the soldier's face when Abel was being questioned, the flame of hope in his eyes was half extinguished.

The elves encountered the same predicament as the Calradian soldiers, with food only for ten days.

"These unreported soldiers should be given a good lesson," Claymont said angrily.

"The food for our two teams is only enough for about six days." Abel concluded, his expression was not as clear as before.

"So, are we going in? Or are we going back?" Claremont read this sentence and set his eyes on DeWitt.

DeWitt lowered his eyes and sat thinking for a while.

Get up and take the map from the Dwarf Guild from the desk and spread it out on the ground.

"If we retreat, the grain storage is still enough to support us returning to the dwarven town." Claremont pointed to the plain on the map and said.

"If we continue to move forward, we can only go to the wilderness outside the valley." Abel added in a deep voice.

"No, we can't go back. It was a fluke to get through the troll valley successfully this time. I don't think they'll let the aliens who have been wandering on the border of their own territory for a second time. And this time and again We have to delay at least half a month, and our task must be completed as soon as possible." DeWitt said after carefully examining the map: "We now need to change the original route. Find a new way out."

"But we don't know anything about races other than those around the route," Claremont reminded.

"A map is enough." DeWitt insisted ~IndoMTL.com~ In the end, the two were persuaded by DeWitt's ideas.

The three moved out of the piles of maps and rummaged through them carefully. Which route to take and where to go, can you supply your team.

"I found it," DeWitt said after twenty minutes had passed.

"Where?" asked Claremont and Abel, leaning close to him.

"We can cross the river to the centaur territory." DeWitt said, holding up the sheepskin map in his hand. "It's marked on this map that they have a market open to the public."

Abel took the map and looked at it carefully.

"But to get there not only has to cross the river, but it's a long distance, at least eight days' journey." Claremont gestured on the map and worried.

"Food from hunting should also be used as part of the supplies. Now we have only this way to go," DeWitt said.

"Then speak to the soldiers and let them know what the team is facing now." Claremont and Abel agreed to the plan, then suggested to DeWitt.

"Good."

The news reached the group of soldiers, and everyone was not as frustrated as they thought. Instead, they were joking with each other. Pushing each other: You must have eaten too much or something.

In Claremont's eyes, the strengths outweigh the weaknesses.

The combination of optimism and carelessness, how to balance the ratio of the two is a problem that the three new leaders are still figuring out. However, when the team reached this point, Claymont finally let go of his requirement to perform perfectly. He also gradually understood what Derrick said to DeWitt and him at the banquet before the expedition.

As the night passes, they will begin a new challenge.

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