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As the saying goes, "an army marches on its stomach," so Zhou Wu set off ahead of the main force. However, they would wait for the main force at the border with the Dazhe, and only after they had secured a safe territory would Zhou Wu lead the logistics into Dazhe territory.

It wasn't because Zhou Wu was afraid; it was tradition. After all, the logistics and supplies for the entire army were in Zhou Wu's hands, and he couldn't act impulsively and affect the overall battle situation.

In all the years of fighting, Da Long has never been this well-off. With potatoes and cornmeal included in the military rations, the soldiers no longer have to worry about food shortages.

However, meat is still Da Long's weakness, but Zhou Wu is not worried. There's a song that goes something like, "No guns, no cannons, the enemy will make them for us."

The grasslands are home to countless cattle and sheep. The reason the steppe eagles were able to reach Europe was because they relied on plundering along the way to replenish their military supplies. Otherwise, the long supply line from Asia to Europe would have worn down the steppe eagles long ago.

Zhou Wu brought a lot of salt with him, fearing that too much meat would spoil. He brought enough sea salt produced in Niujia Town so that he could pickle all the extra meat. Pickled meat can be preserved for at least a year.

. . . . . . .

Dortmund.

This is a city located at the border of Dalong and Dazi. For hundreds of years, this city has been repeatedly contested by the grasslands and the Central Plains. The mottled city walls show that this city has often been the site of battles.

There weren't many people in the city, and they included both people from the Central Plains and people from the grasslands.

"Aren't you afraid these grassland people will go back and report us?"

Zhou Wu looked at the grassland people walking around the street with some confusion.

“These grassland people are people who have been exiled by the Dazi. Although they look no different from the Dazi, they are regarded as ominous people on the grassland, and they will not inform the Dazi.”

"I didn't realize you knew so much. When did you become so cultured?"

"hey-hey."

Niu Er just smiled foolishly. After learning that he was going to fight the Dazi, Niu Er specially brushed up on some knowledge about the grasslands. After all, this was the first time that the Qingyang Army had officially participated in such a large-scale military event, and it was also the first time that the Qingyang Army had officially shown its face in front of the world. He had to take it seriously.

"Alright, let's set up camp in the designated area first, and then take good care of the supplies."

"Yes."

Zhou Wu and his troops were the first to arrive in Dor City; the other main forces were estimated to arrive in four or five days at the earliest.

"Your humble servant, the magistrate of Dorcheng, is here to report to Your Excellency."

A middle-aged man who was as fat as a ball looked more like a wealthy businessman.

"Are you the magistrate of this county?"

"Yes, sir, I am Benbo'er, the magistrate of Dorcheng."

"Your name is quite interesting."

Zhou Wu was very surprised. This city of Dor was so poor that it was almost eating dirt, but the local official was as fat as a butcher. What was the reason for this? Was he a corrupt official?

Although he thought so, Zhou Wu had come to Dor City for the war, and he did not intend to meddle in other people's business.

"Have you received an imperial decree?"

"I have received the imperial decree that Dor City will serve as the rear base for the imperial court's campaign against the Dazi Kingdom. I will do my utmost to cooperate with everyone."

"That's good. As you know, this war is of great importance to the court and His Majesty, so we must all do our best."

"That's what my lord said."

"Then you can go down now. I'll have someone notify you if anything happens."

After Benbo'er left, Niu Er also finished arranging the work at the camp.

"Brother, what was that fat guy doing just now?"

"He is the local magistrate."

"What? This place is the dead end, did he grow so fat by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon?"

"Never mind him, let's get down to business first."

Sure enough, when everyone saw this busy man, their first reaction was that he must be a corrupt official.

. . . . .

On the fourth day after Zhou Wu arrived in Dor City, Crown Prince Li Junren arrived with the main force.

Li Tiancheng has assembled a total of 200,000 troops, including 100,000 musketeers, 100,000 infantry, and Zhou Wu's logistics support.

The reason there were only 100,000 musketeers was that Zhou Wu's small musket workshop had only produced a few hundred thousand muskets so far. Li Tiancheng was already going all out by sending out 100,000 of these precious muskets at once.

"Your humble servant, Benboer, the magistrate of Dorcheng, pays his respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"you.,.."

The prince looked at the fat man below, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Doesn't he look just like a corrupt official?"

Zhou Wu, standing nearby, started discussing the other person's appearance with the Crown Prince right in front of Benbo'er. Benbo'er's palms started sweating when he heard this.

"Your Highness, I have only been obese since childhood. I gain weight even from drinking porridge. I am not a corrupt official. I have been wronged."

"I'm sorry, but you really look too much like a corrupt official."

Seeing that Benbo'er was almost in tears, the Crown Prince quickly comforted him.

The army will rest for two days in Benboer City.

The soldiers rested for two days, while the crown prince and a group of generals held a two-day deployment meeting in the camp.

Although Zhou Wu was only in logistics, he still had to attend the deployment meetings to ensure the timeliness of later supplies. After all, you need to know when and where the army will be, otherwise how can you not provide supplies?

Everyone else was gathered around a simple map of the Dazi Kingdom, discussing and debating attack strategies, while Zhou Wu sat alone in a corner, his head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, dozing off.

"Zhou Wu, what's your opinion?"

"Zhou Wu, Zhou Wu."

Crown Prince Li Junren called out several times but no one answered. It was only when one of the generals stepped forward and patted Zhou Wu on the shoulder that Zhou Wu woke up.

"Ah, okay, meeting adjourned? Goodbye then."

"Lord Zhou, the meeting hasn't ended yet. His Highness the Crown Prince has a question for you."

Seeing that Zhou Wu was about to leave, the general who had just woken Zhou Wu quickly repeated what had happened.

"Oh, you're asking me about the attack route? Your Highness, I'm just in logistics; I don't know anything about these things. You should discuss it with the generals. There's still a lot to do in logistics, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, Zhou Wu left on his own, leaving the Crown Prince and a group of young generals standing there in astonishment.

Is Zhou Wu really that arrogant? He just left right in front of the Crown Prince?

It wasn't that Zhou Wu was disrespecting the Crown Prince; it was just that attending meetings that had nothing to do with him was a waste of his time and life. He'd rather go to the logistics department and do something practical.

After Zhou Wu left, everyone thought the Crown Prince would be angry, but to their surprise, he just smiled awkwardly.

"Still so annoying, let's continue our discussion."

Although he said he hated it, the Crown Prince did not actually make any move or give any instructions. This scene showed everyone the relationship between Zhou Wu and the Crown Prince. They thought that although Zhou Wu was just a logistics officer, they should not offend Zhou Wu in the future.

On the third day, the army officially set off, marching towards Dazi. After crossing the border, both sides would rely on their own abilities.