"Wait a moment, General." Karl did not say much more. He simply nodded to Luo Yao, wheeled his horse around, and returned to his own formation.
He summoned the logistics officer and questioned him in a low voice. The logistics officer looked troubled and reported a few words quietly.
Karl pondered for a moment, then made his decision.
Very soon, under the almost disbelieving gazes of the Luo Yao Army soldiers, three wagons loaded with golden wheat kernels and gray-white flour slowly rolled up before their lines, driven by several Carnford soldiers.
It was not much, but to this army teetering on the brink of despair, it was no different from charcoal delivered in the snow, a life-saving straw!
"General Luo Yao," Karl's voice rang out clearly, "use this grain for emergencies for now. Distribute it among your brothers. We are in the same boat through storm and flood; it is only right."
The moment his words fell, the Luo Yao Army first went as silent as death. Then a low, suppressed cheer burst out, choked with sobs!
Many soldiers looked at that real, solid grain, and light instantly flared in their eyes—the light of survival!
Some were so overcome that they were about to drop to their knees and kowtow on the spot, only for the officers beside them to hurriedly hold them up. But their trembling bodies and rolling tears could not be stopped no matter what.
"Light the fires! Cook the meal!" Luo Yao roared the order with all his strength, his voice hoarse, yet carrying an excitement he had never shown before.
The lifeless ranks seemed to have been injected with a shot to the heart, finally regaining a trace of vitality. Cooking smoke soon rose over the cold wilderness. Though faint, it brought hope.
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