Unfortunately, he, the lord of the Sikong Residence, had generations that served as guards for Dongyue at the frontier, where many old princes had died in battle; but in the end, he faced only suspicion.
As the saying goes, the army does not move without provisions first.
Now, the enemy's provisions were nearly there, yet his own side had not even seen a shadow of them. How could they possibly start fighting?
It was impossible to let people fight on an empty stomach, was it not?
"Master, now that Nanchang's provisions are nearly here, even if the capital city could allocate provisions right now, it would take over a month to transport them here. We're already too late," Si Rong said with an embarrassed expression flitting across his face, before finally voicing out the shameful rest, "Our only option now is to collect provisions locally."
