Smacking the Red Weasel's Perky Butt

[417 new captives, 808 prisoners rescued. I had thought the population increase would only make our already strained supplies worse.

But after thoroughly searching the camp and tearing down the bone houses built by the three tribes, we discovered large quantities of black rye flour, along with dried cured meat and over a dozen barrels of black rye beer.

When we questioned the captives, a goblin told us this was food they had looted from the Great Wall after breaking through it.

Their original assignment had been to break through the Great Wall, push into the interior, and intercept the allied forces. Once the main army gathered outside Wind Sand Islet, they would topple its earthen walls in one push.

As the source of most of Wind Sand Islet's food, the Great Wall had yielded enough provisions for them to roam the Gray Desolate Plains three times over. Besides, the prisoners carried the food, so they had nothing to worry about.

Thus, even though our numbers have now grown to five thousand, proper rationing will give us enough to reach Wind Sand Islet within half a month, with some to spare.

What? You want to know what counts as "proper rationing"?

Isn't it obvious? Balance our nutritional intake, calculate our consumption rate, draw up a travel schedule, then follow the Poet Academy's tradition and throw an org—no, a party!]