Among them, they captured more than five hundred prisoners, and the food and water seized were enough to feed thirty thousand people for two days.
This was a stockpile Sun Yuantai had stored here in advance for a prolonged war—enough food and water for over a thousand people to last more than a month.
It would also facilitate subsequent reinforcements.
After all, before the armies moved, provisions had to go first.
The speed of transporting grain could never match the speed of a forced march.
Zhao Cheng had already accounted for this. Had it not been for the matter involving Cao Zheng, these supplies would have been the key to Zhao Cheng's subsequent campaign.
After all, his group had traveled light, carrying very little dry rations with them.
However, after replenishing their rations at Cao Zheng's place, even if food and water had been lacking here, it would have been enough for Zhao Cheng's party to barely hold out until they cleared this place and joined up with the main army.
When dawn was just beginning to break, Sun Yuantai finally woke slowly under the care of the military physicians.
After waking, he was dazed for a moment before remembering that he was on the battlefield.
And before he had fallen unconscious, the Great Flame Ancient Road had already been lost.
"How exactly did that Heavenly Abyss traitor Zhao cross over?!"
"Before his troops left the Southern Wasteland, every move of his army was under my surveillance. There was no possibility that they set out ahead of time."
"For him to emerge from the Chain Mountains at this point in time proves only one thing: he did not take a detour, but flew across the Heavenly Abyss. Surely all those troops of his didn't actually fly over?!"
"But if