Yang Zhengshan knew nothing of what was happening in the commander's tent. At the moment, he was fretting over the Zhenbiao Left Battalion's grain and fodder.
When an army marched to war, grain and fodder went first. Yet this expedition from Chongshan Town had been far too rushed, and both the Governor's Office and the Regional Military Commission were poorly prepared.
This time, when the Zhenbiao Left Battalion set out, they had only brought a month's worth of grain and fodder. It was not that he and Zhao Yuan had not wanted to bring more, but that the Regional Military Commission had only given them this much.
Now they had already been away from Chongshan Pass for over half a month. In other words, their remaining grain and fodder would only last a dozen days or so.
"Lord Zhao, we must return to the Pass City to transport grain as soon as possible!"
In the camp of the Zhenbiao Left Battalion, Yang Zhengshan and Zhao Yuan walked shoulder to shoulder around the granary, inspecting the remaining grain and fodder.
Zhao Yuan's face was somewhat pale, his brows filled with an exhaustion he could hardly conceal.
Military affairs were complicated, and logistics were even more tangled, chaotic, and numerous. Their baggage train was not only responsible for transporting grain and fodder, but also for transporting all kinds of equipment.
If they fought in the field, they also had to handle the soldiers' weapons, the maintenance and replacement of armor, and so on. If they attacked a city, they also had to take charge of felling trees, quarrying stone, making siege equipment, and more.
Ever since they had set out, Zhao Yuan had not had a single good night's sleep. He was busy from morning to night, with no way to split