You Province.
Yuan Shao's army had besieged Ji County for many days.
Yet it had achieved no results.
For one thing, Ji County City had formidable walls and considerable numbers of defenders.
Even with tens of thousands of troops attacking day and night, Yuan Shao could not easily take it.
Dozens of assaults had all ended in failure.
Aside from wave after wave of dead and wounded soldiers, they had gained nothing.
The Central Army Camp.
Yuan Shao was flying into a rage at Lü Xiang. He slammed the table and cursed, "I told you to bring in a shipment of provisions, but either Zhang Yan steals it or it goes up in flames!"
"Ten days! Ten whole days!"
"Is transporting one shipment of provisions really so difficult?"
"What the hell are you good for?"
The other generals in the tent were as silent as cicadas in winter.
"Grand General," Lü Xiang said bitterly, "the Black Mountain Army appears and vanishes like ghosts. They lie in ambush along the routes our supply convoys must take, sending more than ten thousand men at a time. Our convoy escorts simply cannot withstand their attacks."
"And they fight like madmen, fearless of death and heedless of casualties, just to seize all our provisions. Whatever they cannot carry off, they burn."
"There truly is nothing we can do."
Lü Xiang was utterly helpless against the Black Mountain Army. These men hid in the Taihang Mountains and were nothing more than a pack of bandits.
He could certainly defeat them in battle, but they had no fear of death, and whenever they retreated into the Taihang Mountains, he could not catch them even if he wanted to pursue them.
Most importantly, there was never any telling when they would attack. They were troublesome in