Chapter 505

The next morning.

Outside Yunwu City, the Xiqiang camp.

It was September, and the cold morning dew had covered the tents; the condensed water droplets reflected the sunlight, rolling off the cowhide outside the tents one by one, tracing long lines of water.

Lifting the tent, a wave of hot air mixed with the smell of sweat and feet rose from the camp, carrying white steam.

Following this, Qiang soldiers rubbing their hands emerged from the tents, stomping their cowhide boots, and ran toward the boiling pots in the distance that were emitting steam.

But when more than a dozen Qiang soldiers ran to the boiling pots and saw the thin rice soup inside, they were instantly enraged.

A burly Qiang soldier threw the pottery bowl in his hand directly onto the ground.

"Damn it, we risk our lives every day, and this is what we get to eat."

"Can this little bit of rice soup fill us up!"

The burly man's words immediately stirred up the indignation of the Qiang soldiers around him.

The entire camp exploded, filled with voices of complaint.

Inside the main tent of the Xiqiang camp.

More than a dozen Qiang leaders had already heard the shouting outside.

Beigong Boyu's expression was also not good.

According to the previous plan, they planned to take Yunwu within three to five days and then attack Longxi Commandery.

But now ten days had passed.

Yunwu City had still not been taken.

The weather was getting colder, casualties were increasing, and morale was getting lower and lower.

More importantly, the grain and fodder in the army were now starting to run short.

The grain and fodder they had looted before had been almost consumed.

For an army of fifty thousand, the daily consumption was an astronomical figure.

"Beigong Boyu, you said we could take Yunwu in three to five days; now it has been ten days, and you have heard the voices outside; if this continues, the men under our command will not do it without us even fighting."

"That's right, now it's two meals a day, and each meal is less than the last."

"If you ask me, if it doesn't work, let's just disperse and return to our respective tribes."

"Yes, if it doesn't work, let's just disperse."

Listening to the cacophony of voices in the tent, Beigong Boyu's eyebrows were almost twisted together.

The old kings of the Shaodang Qiang and County Magistrate Qiang on the side also remained silent.

"Leaving now will only lead to Duan Yu breaking us one by one!"

Beigong Boyu suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Now we have Jincheng holding out in front; once we retreat, the Lejie Qiang and Wuliang Qiang will definitely not be able to hold Jincheng without reinforcements."

"When Duan Yu's army arrives, what will you use to resist?"

"I am not afraid; at worst, I will take my followers to Jiuquan, to Zhangye; what about you!"

The voices in the tent instantly quieted down.

Beigong Boyu's gaze swept across the surroundings: "I can leave, can all of you leave?"

As he spoke, Beigong Boyu's gaze fell on the old kings of the Shaodang Qiang and County Magistrate Qiang.

During these years of peace in Liangzhou, the Shaodang Qiang and County Magistrate Qiang had already established fixed territories.

To leave meant to migrate with tens of thousands of tribespeople.

This was not as simple as just saying it.

But if they didn't leave, they would certainly wait for Duan Yu's revenge.

"Two old kings, whether to leave or not, it makes no difference to me; it's up to you." Beigong Boyu said: "If you say leave, then fine, let's leave now."

"But in the future, if Duan Yu really sends troops to break us one by one, don't say I didn't warn you."

The old king of the Shaodang Qiang raised his head to look at Beigong Boyu, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

"Then tell me, how much longer until we can break Yunwu; are we supposed to just waste away here?" The old king of the Shaodang Qiang said: "Winter is almost here."

"Three days!"

Beigong Boyu extended three fingers and said: "I know you have looted a lot of money and grain in Poqiang, Anyi, and Linqiang."