Chapter 2713

Of course, with the quality of the Between Between Between Beijia army, after overcoming the initial chaos, they quickly stabilized their formation, and all the great powers also went into battle together.

This surprise attack still followed the style of the Tiger Wing General—swift and brief—ending after an hour, after all, He Lingchuan also knew that such a sneak attack alone could not defeat the opposing large army. However, the Between Between Between Beijia army suffered considerable losses; besides Mu Su Zhenjun, two immortals were injured, various officers sustained casualties, the outer defensive works were severely damaged, and morale was once again dealt a blow.

Upon first taking command of the army, Gao Huaiyuan clearly felt the style of the Tiger Wing General.

Previously, only the Between Between Between Beijia army had the qualification to charge recklessly and storm enemy camps.

Today's disgrace must be repaid double in the future.

However, while handling various military affairs, he actually heard the most grating news.

"What did you say? The next batch of military rations will only arrive in twelve days?" With Between Between Between Beijia's transport capability, how could this be? "How long can our current grain reserves last?"

"At most five days."

Gao Huaiyuan let out a breath of relief: "A seven-day gap—still manageable. Can we obtain supplies from the villages along the southern route?"

"It's possible, but General Fushan had already ordered the southern states to contribute grain, so……there's not much left that can be taken now."

Put differently, Fushanlie had originally led troops to loot several times, so now it's very difficult to scrape together any supplies!

Gao Huaiyuan muttered a few complaints, then said: "Then let's distribute the reserves evenly—barely enough to eat."

It's merely a matter of issuing fewer rations; when soldiers fight, they'll have to tighten their belts. War is full of uncertainties, and Gao Huaiyuan, as an experienced commander, has also fought campaigns without grain before.

Lack of clothing and food is the norm in war; the Between Between Between Beijia troops have been living too well in peacetime.

"However, why is this batch of grain and grass delayed?"

"Five days ago, the five granaries in Bai Sha Bay were all burned down in one night; the large ships going out to sea were either burned or had their hulls pierced." The subordinate replied, "This batch of grain is gone; we must wait for new grain to arrive at the port, and then, then we still need to dispatch new ships."

Gao Huaiyuan exhaled a suffocated breath:

"Could it be that the grain is all piled together in adjacent warehouses?"

That's far too convenient for the enemy to set fire to!

Warehouses should be dispersed—this is basic common sense.

The subordinate said: "This, the Maohe Plain has long been conquered by Between Between Between Beijia, so the port officials might have thought……"

"Think your ass!" Gao Huaiyuan cursed, "A bunch of useless fools! Have the arsonists been caught?"

"Not yet."

Gao Huaiyuan couldn't help but press his forehead.

He was angry, because he had a premonition that "the new grain will arrive in twelve days" seemed unreliable.

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After one and a half months, the Between Between Between Beijia people on the Maohe Plain felt something was off.

More than ten grain transport teams were intercepted, eight material transfer warehouses were burned to the ground—both open and hidden stores. The grain and grass alone lost amounted to millions of shi, not to mention other weapons, elixirs, martial equipment, armor, oil, and so on.

The enemy rode mixed-color horses, wore mixed-color armor, their numbers were few and their origins unclear, but they came and went like the wind, unstoppable.

Even among the grain transport officials there were skilled ones, but the enemy's combat power was formidable, their strikes ruthless; anyone daring to resist would be killed without mercy.

As for the transfer warehouses, although they all had protective formations and divine abilities, they could not stop the intruders at all.

The most terrifying part was that every time they captured a grain transport team or burned a transfer warehouse, they would search out officers' children from the army, behead them, and display their heads publicly!

In just this short forty-day period, they had specifically killed fifty-seven officers' children.

Wang Luzhi, grandson of Wang Xu, the Minister of Agriculture of Lingxu City, had evaded seven frontline battles before and after, but this time he could not escape. At the time of the incident, he happened to be serving as the grain supervisor at the Jiecheng transfer warehouse.

This was an important hub of the Between Between Between Beijia logistics army on the Maohe Plain, and also one of the three major transfer warehouses; grain and grass transported from the east would be transferred here, then sent west to the Longtouguan frontline, or south to Bai Sha Bay, to be shipped by boat to the southern part of the Panlong Wasteland.

The security protection level of this military resource stronghold need not be said—it was certainly very high. Even just the garrison troops stationed to defend the city numbered six thousand.

Wang Luzhi staying here, by rights, should have been especially safe.

He had arrived only after the Between Between Between Beijia army took control of the Maohe Plain, had never participated in intense battles, and only needed to approve material allocations. So over these months, his weight had not only not decreased, but had quietly increased by several jin.

On this day, he again accepted a banquet invitation from the city guard of Jiecheng.

After Between Between Between Beijia conquered the Maohe Plain, the most important function of these cities was to gather supplies and send them to the front lines, and among supplies, the most important was grain and grass. Thus, Wang Luzhi was the most honored guest of the city, often receiving hospitality.

Jiecheng had nothing else to recommend—its women were not beautiful—but the city had two wells, and the wine brewed from them was exceptionally good. Wang Luzhi drank until his face flushed and ears red before returning to his residence, whereupon four or five maidservants came forward to support him, then helped him undress, wipe his body, and sober up.

During this, there were again many unspeakable things.

In short, Wang Luzhi slept soundly afterward, feeling as if he hadn't slept so well in months.

In a daze, he felt thirsty, but his body felt as if pressed by a thousand-jin stone, his eyelids wouldn't open, and he could only mumble:

"Water, water."

This was a ghost pressing on the bed, he knew. But his voice was finer than a mouse's squeak, and there was not the slightest sound around him.

Wang Luzhi could only exert all his strength to raise his voice:

"Water, fetch, fetch water!"

Still no one responded; the usually diligent maidservants didn't know where they had gone.

Wang Luzhi opened his mouth, about to curse "lowly servant," when suddenly there was a splashing sound, a coolness on his face—he was actually doused with an entire bucket of water!

The winter in Jiecheng was very cold; this bucket of water was truly refreshing to the core.

The drowsiness bug was instantly washed away, his eyes could open, and Wang Luzhi shouted loudly as he sat up:

"Who!"

The surroundings remained as before—no one answered. Wang Luzhi discovered he was still in his own room, the layout and furnishings unchanged, except that a person had been added to the chair before the bed!

This person sat properly there, as if merged with the entire room. The room was dimly lit, he had his back to the window, and Wang Luzhi could not see his face, nor even his figure—it was hidden in the darkness, only a faint outline of a human shape visible.

This person gently set down the bucket, with a 'crack' sound—the wooden bucket hitting the floor—this sound was especially loud in the quiet dark room.

"Who are you, what do you want to do!"

Wang Luzhi wanted to jump up.

Though he was fat, he was also a cultivator, his movements far more agile than an ordinary person's.

But no matter how he leapt, his buttocks couldn't leave the bedboards, because his legs were stiff and powerless, as if they weren't his own.

Wang Lu Shi was greatly alarmed, secretly channeling true power into his legs, but the result was like a clay ox sinking into the sea—no feedback at all.

His legs just wouldn't move!

"What did you do to me?"