Yuan Zong lived up to everyone's expectations and ultimately chose to join the Black Mountain Tribe.
Without spending a single soldier, a great battle that should have been a slaughter came to an end just like that.
But afterward, Jiang Feng had to face his greatest problem!
Having suddenly absorbed thirteen thousand tribespeople, what would he use to feed them?
The Black Mountain Tribe's current World Gods could only support two or three hundred Battle Gods. They could not even feed the fortress garrison they had just absorbed, nor the many divine beasts. Over the past few months, they had been living off the stores left behind after their previous expansion. This march had taken away ninety percent of those supplies.
If Jiang Feng led thirteen thousand tribespeople back to the tribe now, Qiu Ya would probably worry herself to tears.
The matter of rations had to be resolved as quickly as possible.
The troops set up camp on the spot on the Gale Plain and discussed their next move.
Jiang Feng put forward his idea:
"Now that we are on the Gale Plain, we are close to the Qiang Clan's city."
"Why don't we press forward directly and bring the army beneath the Qiang Clan's walls?"
Jiang Feng knew that if they wanted to solve the ration problem for thirteen thousand tribespeople, they could only start with the Qiang Clan.
Once they occupied the Qiang Clan's city, rations would naturally no longer be a problem.
Durut looked toward Yuan Zong, who remained silent.
After hesitating for a moment, Durut said, "Master brought thirteen thousand tribespeople out of the Qiang Clan. That was already the Qiang Clan's last card."
"Only a small number of Imperial Guards remain in the city now. They cannot possibly mount any resistance."
"This is naturally