That day, Lex and Diak talked for a long time, only to discover that they unexpectedly got along quite well and had plenty of common ground.
The reason was actually quite simple. Diak had also once been a leader and chieftain, so in terms of certain ways of thinking and states of mind, the two of them could achieve a certain degree of synchronization.
During the process, Diak did not hide anything. He directly explained that they and the Centaurs led by Zhuo Ge had originally been two separate tribes, but in the end, they had merged into Zhuo Ge's tribe and joined the Great Zhou.
This surprised Lex, while also subtly adding to his inclination.
Of course, he did not show it directly.
After the banquet ended, Lex led his people back to their camp.
Whether by coincidence or not, they had not been back at the camp for long when Marshal Adolf's adjutant arrived with cart after cart of supplies.
"Chief Lex, a major battle has just ended. The Marshal was worried that your camp might be running short of supplies, so he specifically had me deliver next week's provisions."
"..."
"Heh heh..."
Sensing Lex's gaze, the adjutant gave an awkward laugh.
The supplies in question were daily necessities, primarily food. This had already been agreed upon in the employment contract and was part of their compensation.
Centaur mercenaries rarely asked for currency as payment. In this era, once a country's currency reached another country, it was basically worthless and completely useless.
So they generally asked directly for supplies.
Equipment, food, daily necessities—in short, all kinds of resources they needed were included.
After winter began, food for the Centaur camp was generally delivered once a week.
As for this week's allotment, it had only been delivered two days