Outside Fushan City.
The eastern army under Zhang Shouwang had already advanced to the city walls, making camp ten li south of the city.
Inside the army's main tent, Zhang Shouwang and several assistant generals sat with grave expressions, while Zhou Lan and the other Guerrilla Generals also looked extremely grim.
Ever since the army had shifted toward Fushan City, their grain route had suffered repeated harassment from Hu Cavalry.
By now, several baggage trains had already suffered disastrous casualties, and all the grain and fodder they had been transporting had either been seized or burned.
"Great General, we cannot keep waiting. If we wait any longer, the Soldiers will have to go into battle on empty stomachs!" Liu Nanbo, assistant general of Guangning Forward Guard on the northern route of Chongshan Town, could not suppress the impatience In His Heart and spoke up.
He Cannot Do Anything About it. The two baggage trains under his command had practically been wiped out to the last man, and all the grain and fodder they had been transporting had been lost. If there was no replenishment, then in ten days at most, all the Soldiers under him would be going hungry.
And a shortage of grain and fodder would also affect morale. If they could not even eat their fill, what battle was there left to fight?
"That's right, Great General. We must first ensure the safety of the grain route. If the grain route cannot be secured, then here we have only a road to death!" said Wang Bin, assistant general of Songzhou Guard.
With no grain and fodder being replenished at present, it would be very difficult for them to continue going to battle, and taking Fushan City was not something that could be accomplished in a day or two