Lu Wuyong had been beheaded, and Wind City had fallen back into the hands of Li Mu Yang of the Lu Clan members.
However, they now faced a grave problem.
A food shortage!
Wind City lay on the empire's frontier and was shrouded in wind and sand year-round, allowing only one harvest of highland barley or flaxseed each year. When the climate was especially harsh, they could go an entire year without harvesting a single grain.
The people of Wind City relied partly on what they produced themselves and partly on exchanging woven flax thread or stripped animal hides with passing caravans for food. The imperial army, meanwhile, was mostly supported by the imperial court, which shipped provisions from several grain-producing cities within Yumen Pass.
Now that the city had been seized, the empire had not yet had time to spare a hand to reclaim it, but the transportation of grain had naturally been cut off.
The food within the city had originally been enough to sustain the hundred thousand troops stationed in Wind City throughout the winter. But after such a great battle, much of it had been burned in the flames of war, while the soldiers who came to join them continued to increase. That food was now nowhere near enough.
Qian Du said this was Li Mu Yang's family affair and that it would be inconvenient for her to interfere. Li Mu Yang had no choice but to find a way to resolve it himself.
He had used three hundred and seven heads to pay tribute to his grandfather, Lu Xingkong, as well as the Lu Clan members slaughtered in this rebellion and the senior commanders loyal to his grandfather.
"That dragon killed people. He chopped off more than three hundred heads."
"I heard he's going to