Yamauchi Yoshiji rubbed his temples. He had less than 8,000 people, and the opposite was 16,000. The pressure was really great. Although he was temporarily relying on the obstruction of Tianlong River, the Imakawa army did not ask for anything.

However, the Imakawa army was assisted by the navy. As long as it could attack the Yamauchi army and build a floating bridge, the Yamauchi army would be unable to stop its defeat.

Moreover, Yamauchi Yoshiji, who had fought a terrible battle for twenty years, felt a little bit. Although the conflicts did not cause large-scale casualties for several consecutive days, the morale of the Yamauchi army was indeed declining. The soldiers' fighting will was disintegrating.

At a loss, most of the important officials below have no particularly good advice. At this time, you can't help Xiaopingtai. With twice the army advantage, others have help from the navy, and the big fist is the king, and it's not reasonable to you at all.

Until Yamauchi Yoshiji's stomach sounded, the nearby servant brought the food and didn't care. He put aside the messy thoughts in his mind. There were sounds of sucking and drinking soup from Lulu, and he watched the servants at his hands drinking soup without distraction.

Yamauchi Yoshiji thought it was just a bowl of Mizu soup. Didn’t I transport Mizu from the back two days ago? It made you never eat it. I felt a little bored for no reason. I was in my head. Why did I raise a group of useless rice buckets like you (yes! The leader said it right!)

So he used chopsticks to pluck his soup and found that there was a piece of fish, a little vegetables, a few pieces of kosam, and a few small pieces of tofu inside. Then he turned to look at Harumami Hosokawa who was drinking soup slowly, stretched out his neck and pretended to relax, and found that it was almost the same in his bowl.

So he drank the soup and asked the servants: "Why is the Miso soup so rich today? Xiaoheita also bought vegetables on the spot."

The attendant didn't think much: "Yes, Ejiri brought a lot of dry goods and vegetables today. Lord Shikoji also organized fishermen from Hamana to fish and deliver them to the front line, and organized Ejiri's women to make some tofu to deliver them, so today's miso soup is better."

Thoughtful, Yamauchi Yoshiji walked out of the shogunate with a bowl in his hand and saw a group of soldiers in the camp, all of whom were busy holding fish and miso soup beside the pot to eat.

Everyone was very happy. Yamauchi Yoshiji handed the bowl to the nearby servants who came out of the shogunate with him, walked to a group of soldiers, and took a bowl of their soup with the soldiers' bowls. He found that although there was no tofu, it was a little saltier than the soup he drank. He also took a wooden spoon and personally took the soup from the pots of several piles of soldiers to check it out. It was similar and the ingredients were abundant.

So Yamauchi Yoshiji returned the spoon to the soldiers, waved his hand to greet the trepid soldiers and continued to eat. After comforting them a few words, he clapped his hands back to the shogunate.

Turning back, the confrontation and conflict ended again, and the two sides withdrew their troops back to the camp. Yamauchi Yoshiji and his important officials discussed military affairs in the shogunate. Soon it was getting late, and everyone who had not eaten lunch for a day felt hungry. Yamauchi Yoshiji ordered the servants to take some food, and soon the servants brought food. Today, in addition to the soup, they also added salt-grilled fish and pickled radish.

Harumi Hosokawa, who was the first to take the seat, smiled and said, "The war has not improved much, but the food is getting better and better, and it has improved a lot."

Several other generals also agreed, "This salt-grilled fish tastes good, lord, please try it."

Yamauchi Yoshiji nodded, picked up his rice bowl and took a look. Even the rice that was full of wheat beans began to be about 30% of the rice.

So for a few days, every night in the camp (it was said to be every night, but it was actually three or four o'clock, after all, there was no meal at noon) full of joy. The soldiers held bowls and pots, waiting for the warriors to share their food.

All the soldiers were looking forward to the food transported from the rear, and even if they could not be caught randomly, they would not defeat the enemy. The morale was maintained in the invisible little things of the naked eye.

In the next ten days, the food transported from the rear was getting better and better, and even the generals began to look forward to it. They discussed with each other that the red bean steamed buns yesterday were quite good, and the noodle soup the day before yesterday was also delicious. (The noodle soup is not valuable, but it is a little troublesome to make, but there is no problem with supplying the army. Takeda Shingen's army had noodle soup. However, the steamed buns had to be cooked with stoves and steamers, and they could not be stored for a long time. The Japanese steamed buns may be different from what everyone imagined. Most steamed buns are very small, almost the same size as eggs. In the food drama "The Lonely Foodie", Uncle Goro seemed to have used twenty steamed buns to cook before meals.)

Yamauchi Yoshiji was playing with a plate of rice cakes and a plate of persimmon cakes in front of him (persimmon cakes usually only have a shelf life of six to eight months, which is something that cannot stand scrutiny. I originally wanted to write Jin Ping Candy, but then I thought about it, I just wrote and expressed it like this, and my brothers will take a look). This thing is usually available at any time, and he is not a good person. But listening to the laughter of the soldiers in the camp cheering and receiving rice cakes, he seemed to have realized something. (The main thing is that it is necessary to make rice cakes. Steaming glutinous rice is not a big deal. It can be steamed shortly after it is served. You can search for videos online for rice cakes. However, ordinary soldiers can't eat rice cakes once a year. If there is rice cake, they will probably be happy for a day of rice cakes)

As for the important officials who came to him, they were a small plate of rice cakes, but there was no persimmon cake. So he roughly divided the persimmon cakes, each of which was a small piece, and they tasted the sweet taste, and they were just happy. Everyone was grateful for his gifts and saluted him together. Yamauchi Yoshiji waved his hand, and he thought more and more as he ate the rice cakes.

The next day, the soldiers of the Yamanet army fought against the attack of Imagawa's army with high morale. Even though the Imagawa army was twice the advantage, it was defeated and failed to break through the Tenlong River.

Yamauchi Yoshiji was excited as he looked at the originally depressed soldiers, as if he understood something coming over, which seemed to have something to do with Xiaoheita. No, it should be all about Xiaoheita.

From the beginning, the coarse wheat bean rice with only a little salt, to the vegetables and food that are in stock now, and even rice cakes and sea fish that soldiers can’t usually eat. The soldiers completely emerged from their war-weariness, no longer thinking about the war coming to an end soon, but hope that the war will last longer and that they can eat more good things that they can’t eat at home.

Yamauchi Yoshiji secretly wrote down that he had already had his initial ideas and was about to ask carefully after Xiaoheita returned to the camp.
Chapter completed!