"It's all because of the Northwestern War. It's not just Yanling; things are much the same everywhere.
The Imperial Court has already requisitioned over a million soldiers and laborers from across the land to transport provisions and horses, ensuring that the troops at the front can fight.
Meanwhile, our neighbors, Great Qi and Great Zhao, and even countries across the sea like the Sun Kingdom, are stirring restlessly. They all want to seize the opportunity to grab a share and encroach on our Great Chu's territory.
So we have to guard against them over there too. What a headache." Ding Zhendong gave a long sigh, his face full of worry.
"Oh, I'd forgotten! Aren't you a Deputy Tuanlian Commissioner, my lord?" Zhao Zhilong suddenly slapped his horse's back as he spoke.
"Lord Zhao, I'm the Jiangzhou Deputy Militia Commissioner. Yanling Commandery's affairs aren't under my jurisdiction," Tang Wen said hastily.
"Yanling Commandery is part of our Linghai Province too. My lord, with the nation in peril, as a member of the imperial nobility, shouldn't you do even more to share its burdens?" Ding Zhendong said.
"That's right, my lord. Since you're willing to take in the refugees from Moyun Stockade, why not give them back their home?
First, they would have a home and a place to settle down and make a living. Second, and more importantly, we would preserve our Garrison Commander Camp.
Otherwise, our Garrison Commander Camp will have to relocate, and who knows where we'll have to move? That would require enormous amounts of manpower, resources, and money.
What's more, the neighboring province is eyeing us like a tiger watching its prey. The Skyhawk River is the best place for us to station our forces.
It's only twenty-odd li from Ningxi Province. If anything happens, a fast