Whoever Takes Xiao Mo's Head Shall Be Made a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households! (4,000 Words)

Inside the lord's manor at Yanmen Pass.

Xiao Mo was taking stock of the remaining pills, Spirit beast flesh, Spirit Medicines, provisions, and all kinds of weapons and armor.

At last, as he looked at the figures on the sheet of white paper, his heart grew heavy.

Spirit beast flesh could replenish Qi and Blood, which was crucial for the soldiers.

Those pills and Spirit Medicines could stop pain, staunch bleeding, treat wounds, and even keep someone clinging to life.

As for provisions, soldiers who had not reached Foundation Establishment still needed to eat every day.

But they had only enough Spirit beast flesh and provisions to last half a month, while their pills and Spirit Medicines would not even see them through a few major battles.

They had very few weapons and pieces of armor left, too. If the soldiers' weapons or armor were damaged, they had only enough replacements for ten thousand men.

All in all, Xiao Mo felt that even if he shut the gates and stayed inside, carefully rationing everything, they could hold out for no more than twenty days.

And that was without even considering Wei Kingdom's crazed assault on the city.

"Can we really hold out for a month?"

Xiao Mo was not very confident.

But Xiao Mo knew he had no choice.

The supply lines to the eleven cities in Wei Kingdom's southern frontier had also been cut. They, too, were desperately short of resources.

If he held out and the Northern Wilderness Army took Wei Kingdom's southern frontier, they would have won at least half the war.

But if he failed to hold out, it would not be only his life lost on the battlefield. The men of the Northern Wilderness would have died in vain, all their efforts would have come