"Father, what do we do?" Lu Ju's face was filled with panic.
Lu Fan opened several letters in succession and found that their contents were all more or less the same: they urged the frontline soldiers to abandon resistance. Their homes were gone, their food cut off; only by surrendering could they cling to life.
"Impossible. This must be Lan Tian's scheme. I'd been wondering these past few days why that bastard hadn't withdrawn despite suffering such heavy losses. So he'd been holding back this sort of conspiracy." Lu Fan crushed the envelope into a ball, firmly believing that his home in Jianye was still standing.
"But those who delivered the grain were all familiar faces from before. If these letters were forged by Lan Tian, wouldn't that mean Yichun City..." Lu Ju did not dare continue.
Lu Fan swallowed. If Yixing had truly fallen, the blow to his soldiers would be far greater than these letters. He wiped the sweat from his brow and asked in a grave voice, "Has news of these letters leaked?"
"Probably not, but it's hard to say." Lu Ju had not personally opened the grain sacks, so he could not guarantee that nothing had gotten out.
"Seal up all these letters, or secretly gather people and burn every last one of them. We worked so hard to rebuild our morale—don't let these letters from home destroy it." Having said that, Lu Fan turned to leave.
Lu Ju hurriedly asked, "Father, where are you going?"
"It's nearly time to send out the troops. I need to steady the generals first. If necessary, we can only send someone to Yixing. The most urgent matter is the grain supply." Lu Fan's expression was exceedingly grave.
"Oh." Lu Ju nodded slightly.
Lu Fan mounted his horse and headed