I Have a Bunch of Players on Earth

"Master Luke...According to the current consumption, the food in the team can only last for four days at most..."

In the team traveling in Kate City, David, who had been promoted to the logistics quartermaster, reported with a serious face.

In the tent, the other generals' expressions became dignified when they heard the news. The army, the grain and grass represent the final confidence, once this thing is gone, the hearts of the people that have finally gathered may be scattered.

After all, the situation is so desperate to breathe now. If the food is gone, it is really hard to imagine what those numb-looking soldiers would do.

The point is that they don't even know where to find supplies...

The vegetation visible to the naked eye was infected along the way. It was obviously the same as the situation in Kate City. Not to mention supplementing food, supplementing water is extremely difficult.

Now the team can barely maintain order by relying on the sanctuary among the beast population. A group of people are like Wangmei to quench their thirst, desperately holding on. Although the other party can't even tell where the sanctuary is, humans The instinct to live, made them believe in him as if grabbing the last straw.

But this kind of persistence is not bottomless. Every day's hardship is killing everyone's patience. The huge camel can be crushed by a straw now, and the news that the food has bottomed out is most likely this last. A straw.

The tent fell into silence. The decision makers in the tent, including Luke and Bundy, were silent at this time. It was obvious that even they themselves could not digest the news for a while.

After an unknown period of time, Luke reluctantly recovered and said with a wry smile: "How many people know this news?"

"The people who are in charge of the food are your confidantes. They are very strict and shouldn't leak it..." David said quickly.

Luke sighed and nodded. This old knight in Bundy is indeed very delicate. It seemed that he had anticipated this situation very early. He applied for personal guards to help take care of and distribute food. Looking at it now, It is indeed a wise move.

But this is just a slight delay, because things will never disappear because they are well concealed. After all, paper cannot contain the fire.

"Let's cut the quota..." Luke sighed. This is the only situation now, it can be more than one day.

David was stunned, and he wanted to say that most people’s quotas are now very small. After all, everyone is not resting every day, and the daily trip takes more than sixteen hours. With the current food, he can stick to it. It depends on amazing perseverance.

Of course, he can't refute, because he can't think of a good way other than cutting quotas.

Now that the quota reduction is determined, it is necessary to discuss which part of the quota to be reduced.

"Grom can't cut it..." Bundy said first.

As soon as the words came out, no one in the entire tent refuted. Although the orc's appetite was astonishingly large, one person's appetite was worth the ration of thousands of people, but no one refuted it.

Not to mention that today's hope lies in the orc, and no one has the right to reduce his quota just for his contributions along the way.

Since the route is to the south coast, when passing through several big cities along the way, many mutant creatures have been encountered. Every time he encounters that kind of terrible monster, it is basically this orc who stands up and kills him. It is the guarantee of basic safety in the team, and one person feels more effective than their army.

Even many civilians feel that these soldiers are unnecessary, because they can't get involved in many battles.

The quota for the orcs cannot be reduced, and neither can the officer's.

These generals of my own have already been cut to the point where they can no longer be cut, and their consumption is about the same as that of ordinary officers.

Soldiers cannot be cut. Soldiers are now under tremendous mental pressure, and they have to face unfair accusations from civilians. They have already endured to the limit. If they cut their military rations, they might cause mutiny.

If you count it, you can only cut the civilians...

Luke thought for a while, and finally said: "If the quotas for women and children remain unchanged, and only the quotas for ordinary civilian men are weakened, how many more days can they last?"

These words made the commoner-born David feel a little complicated, but he also knew that this was a helpless move.

From a moral point of view, giving priority to women and children can be plausible to a certain extent, especially for those heads of households who, as the pillars of the family, endure a little bitterness and feed their mothers and children. It must be acceptable.

Thinking of this, David sighed, and finally answered honestly: "If all civilian men's rations are reduced to the same level, it can save about three days of rations."

"Is it only three days?" Luke frowned upon hearing this, a little dissatisfied with this number.

"Three days have been very reluctant..." David smiled bitterly.

"Then if it is cut to a third?"

David was stunned and felt this was too cruel. At least there was a process...just cut one-third directly. Judging from the current intensity of the stroke, many people may have to fall within two days. .

"That should barely last five days..."

"It's so decided!" Luke said without waiting for David to react.

"This..." David immediately looked around and wanted to ask for help from others, but was stunned to find that the entire tent, including his old boss, the Duke of Bundy, had also acquiesced to this decision.

Suddenly he was puzzled. Before he could speak, Bundy suddenly said: "Sometimes you have to give up if you should give up. Fewer men are good for many single soldiers who have lost their families."

"Huh?" These inexplicable words made David dazed for a while, but he was also a wise man, and after a few seconds he thought about it.

The adults, they want to give up the civilian men completely!

After reaching this conclusion, push it up and everything can be explained.

Most of the soldiers in the team either did not have a family, or their family members had been killed in the chaos. The 100,000 soldiers were all bachelors of ten dozen ten.

You know, judging from the current intelligence, these people are probably the last people on this continent, so it seems that the women in Kate City may also be the last women on the continent.

Abandon those civilian men, the women in their family can be vacated. In order for women to survive, they need to find a strong man to be the backbone of the family, and soldiers also need a family to support, to have the goal of fighting.

Kill two birds with one stone!

Thinking of this, David's heart suddenly chilled, although he knew that this decision was for the whole team to survive more hopefully, but this... is it too much?

"No need to!"

Just when David didn't know how to reply, a mellow voice came from the mouth of the tent, and then a huge burly figure bent over into the tent.

David lifted his spirits, and the person here was Brother Dog.

"Mr. Grom..." Luke frowned when he saw the orc rushing in to oppose him, but he replied mildly, "This is also helpless, after all, the refuge you said, We need more time to find it, and for this reason, giving up some people is a last resort..."

"Tomorrow..." Brother Gou directly interrupted the other party.

"Huh?" Luke was taken aback.

"Tomorrow, we will arrive at the destination!" Gou said quietly.

Everyone: "!!!"