There was already no food in the city, and now five thousand defeated soldiers returned needing meals. Of course, Wei Junzhuo wouldn't stop them—he would rather burden them further by adding thousands more refugees.
Truly, Wei Country is rich. Despite the long siege and having stationed thirty thousand troops at Cang Wind Port earlier, they still have surplus provisions and reinforcements, allowing them to leisurely hold Yinzhou.
Shiqi thought for a moment and said, "Young Master, maybe I should contact Zhou Xinhai again. Perhaps he has some way to gather more provisions."
"There's no need to trouble Uncle. He's just a merchant, and besides, communication is difficult now. Didn't the Wei Army kill one of our scout teams yesterday?"
"Yes."
Gu Lan put down the horse feed: "Let's go and meet Li Yuanju."
Another unlucky person beaten by his father.
At this moment, all commanders above the rank of centurion were discussing matters in the main tent.
