In the camp tent of the Eastern Legion garrison camp, Yat portrayed a tool to the commander of the Legion Viscount Jeffrey that could transport goods in thick snow.77dus

"Sled? Why haven't I heard of this thing?" Viscount Jeffrey was puzzled when he listened to Att's description.

"Sir, this is a kind of cargo transport equipment used by mountain people who have snow all year round and poor roads. It has no wheels and only slides on the snow with the rocker at the bottom. Mountain people generally rely on human dragging, but they can also be pulled with horses and reindeer. Because lowland countries such as Burgundy and Provence rarely have such thick snow this year in winter, almost no one will use this thing." Yat explained again.

"This thing can really slide on the snow with cargo without falling into the snow?" Jeffrey asked again.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure." Yat replied firmly.

"That's great, Yat, let's leave this matter to you. Go back to Osta and ask the baggage team to send someone to make a batch of transport equipment you mentioned, and then transport all the food needed by the legion. With the food, we can continue to consume it with the Lombards." The dark clouds lingering in Jeffrey's heart finally spread a little.

But Yat obviously did not feel relieved as Jeffrey. "Legislature Commander, I haven't finished my words yet. The food transported by the sleds I said can only solve the urgent problem of the Legion. Because this kind of equipment cannot carry thousands of pounds of goods at a time like a carriage, and there are not many carpenters in the city of Aosta. Although it is not difficult to make such things, it is impossible to make too much in a short time. Moreover, the slow horse, mule and donkey pulling the cart is quite difficult to pull in the snow, and the speed must be unfast. I thought about it, with our current strength, we can transport up to six to eight thousand pounds of grain at a time."

Jeffrey knocked on the table and thought for a while, then looked up and said, "At present, the Legion urgently needs food to supply soldiers to stabilize their morale. Even six thousand pounds of food can support it for a period of time. What's more, with this thing, we are constantly transporting food and supplies."

"In this way, you take a few people to go back to Aosta to start this matter. If the food from Aosta is shipped here one day, we will have more strength to confront the Lombards."

Yat received the task of urgently transporting food from Aosta from the commander of the army. He returned to the outpost camp and handed the outpost to Odo and Angus, and then returned to Aosta with a few baggage soldiers and guards.

In the following period, the sky above Solburgh was a rare clear day, but the snow had just melted and followed by another heavy snow. The snow water that had just melted turned into frozen layers, so the snow on the ground was less likely to melt.

Just as the food reserved by the Eastern Legion was about to be exhausted, the Legion's logistics officer and Yat escorted a dozen sled carts to appear in the north of the Eastern Legion.

This batch of food is only 6,500 pounds, and if consumed according to ordinary consumption, it would be enough for the Legion to eat for seven or eight days. However, hope appeared in the desperate situation, and the legion was naturally full of morale.

The soldiers gathered around the dozen sled cars and watched bags of grain load into the granary tent.

This time, there is no need to remind Yat again, and the Legionnaires soldiers spontaneously guard the hard-earned food.

"Legislative Commander, I have a suggestion." Yat, who was not worried about his fatigue from returning from the snow, came to the central army command camp to discuss a plan with Jeffrey.

"Sir Yat, you have solved a problem for the Legion this time. You can tell me what good ideas you have, and I will definitely adopt them."

"Sir, when we returned with the grain, soldiers were observing us at the city of Solburg. They must have wanted to know how much food we had transported. If they knew that we had only transported less than ten thousand pounds of military ration, they would definitely conclude that we could not be trapped for a long time." Yat analyzed.

"Well, you're right. The reason why the Lombards could still hold on to surrender was that they were destroyed because our food and grass were destroyed."

"So~ we are like this..."

At noon the next day, when the defenders in Solburg were glad that the enemy transported less than 10,000 pounds of food from outside the city, another grain transport convoy of the same size appeared outside the eastern legion camp.

In the next three or five days, such grain transport convoys would appear every morning or evening, pulling grain covered with felt cloth to the camp of the Eastern Legion. Every time the grain arrived, the soldiers would cheer.

The Lombards suspected that these cars were the convoys that arrived a few days ago. Perhaps this was used by the enemy to disrupt the morale of the defending army, but who can be sure of it?

So the Lombards began to panic again.

In fact, the Lombards' guess was not wrong. Since Yat returned with a dozen sleds a few days ago, no grain had arrived at the camp. The "grain transport convoy" seen by the Lombards in the north city was just the baggage team that pulled hay and took out the camp at night to wait for the next day to return to the camp again.

However, things that are both true and false always make people unwilling to believe them all, but they cannot refuse to believe them.

After creating the illusion that there were "ten thousand pounds" of military rations in the legion camp, the baggage officer returned to Aosta with a sled caravan, and soon they will arrive in the legion with real life-saving food again.

However, the torture of the Nelombards of Solburg has just begun.

On the first day, the defenders in Solburg received a letter of surrender that was shot from outside the city, which told the Lombardy defenders that the Lombardy army had fought a defeated battle in the south and was killed by the Provence army. The defeated Lombards had given up the city of Verno and retreated to the southern border of Provence. The Lombardy defenders in Solburg had become an unsupported army.

After reading the letter, the commander of the Solburg City guards asked someone to throw out a Provence prisoner's head with a trencher. This was an answer.

On the second day, the Eastern Legion sent a company with a little food to form a formation and acted to attack Solburgh.

However, when the Lombards dragged their trembling bodies from the stone house that was hiding from the cold and holding a biting weapon to the city wall to defend, the enemy troops outside the city were all gathered around the campfire through hundreds of steps to keep warm. When the defenders on the city were about to be frozen and ready to withdraw, the people outside the city began to clamor again. The Lombards had to pick up their weapons and stick to the wall.

When the Lombards were in full swing and were preparing to fight the enemy's siege to the death, the people outside the city began to gather around the campfire in groups to keep warm.

After doing this, the Lombards were almost crazy.

Even more amazing things are still behind. In addition to the timely "siege" harassment, the four walls of Solburg were shot by one stone, and every day there were about ten "idle" soldiers coming here to make a bunch of fires, setting up a big pot, and cooking a pot of steaming food. The soldiers who roasted bonfires and ate hot food repeatedly yelled and sang some rural songs of the Principal of Lombardy every day. The whole thing was a tone of missing their hometown and longing for reunion of their relatives~

Needless to say, these are all the "open plots" of the wise Yat.

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