Chapter 932: Leading funds into the group!

"I'll go for a meal!" Al Tegrand Franz looked as usual and found a place to sit down and quietly sucked the porridge in the bowl.

"That's eaten by the civilians, you should eat these..." Oakryan Norman quickly served a plate of white bread and made a bowl of steaming jerky soup.

"...You eat it, I'll drink some porridge." Marquis Al Tigeron Franz looked at the food in front of him and then turned to look at the soldiers who were eating voraciously, and finally fell silent.

"Al..." shouted Okrian Yasuo.

"It's okay, eat, the people need the protection of soldiers!" Marquis Al Tegrand Franz shook his head, then opened the tent and left with his porridge.

"..." Okrien Lukin looked at Okrien Yasuo with his eyes to indicate whether he needed to recover it, but soon Okrien Yasuo shook his head at him.

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"Oh..." Marquis Al Tegrand Franz sighed at the smell of the meat coming from the barracks. He did not blame Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo for his qualifications and reason. After all, even a fool knows that hunger will not die of death in this chaotic wasteland, but losing the protection of the soldiers will really be torn apart!

In troubled times, the treatment of the army also needs to be guaranteed. Although Marquis Al Tigeron Franz is not proficient in military affairs, he knows economics and knows human nature. He stands blankly in the snow and looks at the people who are greedy and licks every bit of nutrition, and suddenly feels a tingling pain in his heart.

"It's snowing..." Suddenly, Marquis Al Tegrand Franz's face froze, and he stood there quietly and looked up slowly. His mental power had sensed the snowflakes that had not fallen for a long time. Although it had entered spring, for the northern wasteland, an area where ice and snow melted in summer, there was not much difference between spring and winter...

"The Dragon God is on...what do they do?" Marquis Al Tigeron Franz asked, holding a passing soldier and pointing at the civilians who were huddling together.

"They... ask for more blessings, may the Dragon God bless them!" The soldier was stunned for a moment and then gave a helpless greeting.

"This is murder!" Marquis Al Tegrand Franz was stunned at first, and then rushed towards the tent of Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo in anger.

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"It's snowing! And the people are shivering in the wind and snow, trembling? They don't even have a few tents! Do you know that this will freeze people to death?" Marquis Al Tegrand Franz asked Grand Duke Okrien Yasso.

"In fact, I can't do anything. To be honest, the soldiers' tents are not enough! Look, my tent is full of soldiers..." Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo gave up his seat to Marquis Al Tigeron Franz. Sure enough, there were a large number of soldiers sitting and lying in the tent.

"Because we need to keep the war horses warm, many tents were separated by war horses, and the soldiers could only squeeze them. But most of the soldiers still need to sleep in the snow. Fortunately, we can ensure that every soldier can rest in the tent through rotation!" Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo sighed.

In fact, the tent is not warm at this moment, because the heating stove is not lit. In the icy and snowy wasteland, fuel is also a valuable resource. Among all the tents, only a small stove was lit because of lighting. The temperature provided by that stove is very limited, but this has already satisfied the soldiers. Fire and light mean hope for humans...

"..." Marquis Al Tegrand Franz stopped in front of the tent that had been put down the curtain for a while and turned away silently. It was not that Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo was rude, but that the door curtain was to preserve the few heat and prevent the wind from drilling.

Al Tigeron Franz walked in the snow. Hunger did not make him lose his mind. Instead, his thinking became more and more clear in the sound of his stomach churning. Finally, he stopped suddenly and sighed, as if he had made up some determination.

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"Where do these tents come from?" Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo, who opened the door curtain in the morning, looked at the continuous yellow military tents and the rich wheat fragrance in the air, and immediately felt his brain was stunned. Moreover, this wheat fragrance could not be emitted by porridge!

"This was issued by Marquis Al Tegrand Franz! He said it was a royal gift!" A soldier who helped last night was very righteous to Okrien Yasuo.

"???" Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo looked at the soldiers in confusion and then began to search for the figure of Marquis Al Tigeron Franz. Soon Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo found Marquis Al Tigeron Franz like a beggar. He was the only one who wore silk noble clothes like beggars. The ragged silks in strands represent the last stubbornness of Marquis Al Tigeron Franz as a nobleman!

"Hello? Your Highness, do you need a bowl of oatmeal?" Al Tegrand Franz used a wooden spoon to dig a large spoon of thick oatmeal to share with a grateful civilian. The sharp-eyed Grand Duke Oakryan Yasuo found that there were fine pieces of meat inside.

"This is..." Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo pointed around at a loss, and pointed to the iron pot in front of Marquis Al Tegrand Franz. What does that mean is life?

"Don't worry, your highness, these are the supplies of the Imperial Fourteenth Legion! As the logistics manager of the Eastern Frontier Defense Line, their supplies should be controlled by me..." Marquis Al Tigeron Franz pressed his hand and signaled Okrien Yasuo's great public security. These things were all funded by him.

"Then..." Okrian Yasuo was ready to speak out why you didn't take it out early, so that everyone wouldn't have to eat porridge all day long.

"I must declare in advance the first choice! These materials belong to the royal family! These are the gifts of His Majesty the Emperor to the people! As the deputy and logistics supervisor of the Governor of the Eastern Realm, I have the right to allocate these materials on behalf of His Majesty! I took out these only to represent the royal family to provide relief to the common people. Your Majesty will not hope that the people will not be fed without food!" Marquis Al Tigeron Franz looked at Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo seriously, with the pride in his eyes unconcealed! As a royal hawk, the Franz family has always done a good job!

"Then...thank you for your gift!" Grand Duke Okriyan Yasuo did not hesitate too much, but instantly knelt down on one knee and stroked his chest and saluted.

"Please be calm, Grand Duke Yasuo! Your Majesty must hope you can bring them out alive!" Marquis Al Tigeron Franz nodded calmly and accepted Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo's kneeling. This gift represents the royal acceptance!
Chapter completed!