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This is Zhou Wu's second time working in logistics, but the tedious tasks are giving him a headache. Fortunately, after talking with Benbo'er a couple of days ago, the kid started to break the seal.

He organized the chaotic and tedious logistical work into a well-organized and efficient system.

After guarding the city of Dor for nearly a month, Zhou Wu finally saw the sheep.

"Someone, slaughter these sheep so everyone can have a feast."

After Zhou Wu tried horse meat for the first time, he never wanted to eat it again. He was always looking forward to catching some cattle and sheep at the front to have a good meal.

"My lord, you mustn't! These are all spoils of war from the front lines."

Benbo'er has now fully adapted to his job and considers himself Zhou Wu's deputy. When he saw that Zhou Wu actually wanted to kill all the dozens of sheep, he quickly stopped him.

"Just a few dozen sheep."

"Sir, if you want to eat them, just kill one. If we find out about this many, we won't be able to explain ourselves."

Since Zhou Wu wants to see his abilities, Benbo'er must uphold his principles and prevent Zhou Wu from making mistakes.

"With so many brothers in my Qingyang Army, a few dozen of them aren't enough. Slaughter them."

With a wave of his hand, Zhou Wu's brothers from the Qingyang Army happily herded the sheep aside and began to slaughter them.

Benbo'er felt frustrated that he had failed to stop Zhou Wu from making a mistake.

"Okay, let's eat meat together later."

Soon, the aroma of mutton filled the entire city of Dor.

A roasted lamb leg, lamb soup, and hand-pulled lamb had already been delivered to Zhou Wu's room.

Zhou Wu specially invited Benbo'er's family to eat together.

These past few days, running around handling logistics matters, have truly been arduous. It also allowed Zhou Wu to witness the other's talent; the title of top scholar is indeed well-deserved.

"Let's eat together."

"Yes, I have already eaten."

When the sheep was slaughtered, Zhou Wu was given a lesson, but now Zhou Wu was asking him to eat meat. Benbo'er really couldn't refuse.

"Then sit with me for a while."

"Ah."

Ignoring Benbo'er standing beside him, Zhou Wu reached out and tore off a piece of meat from the lamb leg. The outer skin was roasted to a golden brown and crispy, while the inside was tender and juicy.

One bite, and your mouth is full of oil.

Zhou Wu ate heartily, while Benbo'er swallowed hard on the side.

"Sir, that's not how you eat mutton. Let me tell you, there's a legend on the grasslands that sheep's hooves are the ones that smell of grass because they're in constant contact with the grass. If you ask a sheep's hooves carefully, you'll hear a grassy fragrance."

As he spoke, Benbo twisted off the sheep's hoof and then sniffed it hard in front of his nose.

"Hey, hey, hey, how am I supposed to eat this?"

Zhou Wu gave the other person a disdainful look, while Benboer tried his best to defend himself.

"Sir, I'm just demonstrating to you that this smells like fresh grass."

"Eat if you want, your drool is dripping onto the lamb's trotters. Grass smells good? I've heard of flowers smelling good, but I've never heard of grass smelling good."

"I really have eaten it, I was just talking about grass."

"Oh, go ahead and eat. You can save the extra and have a drink with me."

. . . . . . . .

Dazi Kingdom.

Inside the Khan's tent, everyone wore gloomy faces.

Two consecutive defeats forced the various tribes of Dazi to formally begin building a large dragon army.

"If we don't make a move soon, Da Long will be at the Khan's camp in less than half a month."

The cavalry, once a source of pride for everyone, suddenly became so vulnerable.

The once proud Dazi people now have faces covered in frost.

"Khan, our grasslands are flat and there's not much terrain we can use. Besides, our grassland warriors disdain the tricks and schemes of the Great Dragon People. I think that instead of waiting to be killed, we should join forces and face them head-on."

"Khan, Turtu is right. If we join forces, we can still muster at least 300,000 cavalry. Even if we kill 300,000 sheep, the enemy's swords will become dull."

"That's right, we are the eagles of the grasslands, and even if we die, there is only one way: to die in battle."

The more excited these tribal leaders became, the more it suited Wululu's desires. This was exactly the result he wanted; only by fighting the dragon head-on could they have a chance.

"Alright, this is what makes you warriors of the grasslands. Let's fight the Great Dragon to the death."

"A fight to the death"

"A fight to the death"

That's just how the Daz were; they didn't understand anything about the Thirty-Six Stratagems or anything like that, they just charged headlong into battle. But that's what made the Daz cavalry an undefeated legend. But now the Daz had evolved into the age of muskets.

The two units, each believing themselves to be the strongest, are about to clash.

. . . . . . .

The matter of the Dazi joining forces was being carried out in a grand manner, seemingly without any intention of concealing it, so Crown Prince Li Junren received the news immediately.

"Order the Second Army to immediately move closer to us."

The Dazi had amassed over 300,000 cavalry, forcing Li Junren to concentrate his own forces to avoid being surrounded and overwhelmed due to the disparity in troop strength.

The same news also reached Dortmund.

"Two hundred thousand versus three hundred thousand."

Zhou Wu was now assessing the strength of both sides, and after several repeated deductions, he felt that something was amiss.

First, let's talk about Da Long's side. Of the 200,000 troops, only half are musketeers, and the rest are mostly traditional infantry. Meanwhile, the enemy has a full 300,000 elite cavalry. Zhou Wu felt that things were not looking good.

"Niu Er".

"The adults are here."

"Did we bring artillery this time?"

"Yes, sir, our workshop has produced a batch of mass-produced field guns, and we brought them all with us this time, just in case."

"how many?"

"About thirty."

"Take two thousand men and all the artillery, let's go to the grasslands."

"real!"

When Niu Er heard that he was going to Da Zi's territory, he was not afraid at all, but instead looked excited.

"Yes, 300,000 cavalry is no small number. Quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes. I'm afraid the Crown Prince is in danger."

Da Long is still using a matchlock gun, which has a very limited rate of fire. If he were to switch to a modern rifle, Zhou Wu wouldn't even care about 300,000 or 500,000.

Niu Er quickly assembled two thousand Qingyang soldiers, and thirty field guns were mounted on horse-drawn carts, ready to go.

"Set off."

. . . . . .

Outside the Khan's tent.

Three hundred thousand cavalrymen stretched as far as the eye could see.

Wululu was filled with regret at this moment. A few years ago, he had personally led 300,000 cavalrymen to approach the capital. Destroying the Great Dragon was just a matter of his mind, but he missed the opportunity.

Now, they also have 300,000 cavalry, yet they are fighting a final, desperate battle against the Great Dragon outside their own capital. How ironic is their fate.

The dragon's pikemen were already positioned at the front, their bodies meant to block the cavalry's attacks and create more opportunities for the musketeers to fire.

A war between the two sides is about to break out.

The sky began to darken, and it looked like it could rain at any moment.

Upon witnessing this scene, the musketeers' spirits plummeted; rain was their only nemesis.