Until the end of the year, the new year was approaching.
The Nanchun Army had not budged an inch, and within the city, thanks to sufficient logistical support, the soldiers were all well-fed and glossy.
Leaning on the fertile lands of fish and rice by the Luo River, and a bountiful year, the Nanchun Army did not lack grain.
In contrast, conditions were much tougher for the Daqian Dynasty, as the coming of winter slowed the logistical supply, coupled with chronic and habitual corruption.
The civilians transporting supplies would pilfer small amounts while officials responsible for the transportation indulged in exorbitant lubrication, the front-line generals competed for personal gains, and the chief officers were only concerned with vying for merit.
Turning around the huge ship was difficult, and even with immense capabilities, changing people's hearts was hard.
