Qin Dynasty Novelist

Although it is spring and March now, it will take some time until the grains around Xinzheng mature.

What they are most short of now is time!

After three months, Korea is worry-free!

"Qiancheng, you should be a good health caregiver during this trip."

Han Yu was naturally aware of Zhang Liang's heart, and he nodded deeply. Then, he looked at a strong and capable man beside him. It was his adopted son Qian Cheng, who had extraordinary martial arts.

It's a hundred and fifty miles to Weishui army, and it's inevitable that nothing will happen on the way.

"Prince, don't worry."

With a crossbow on his back and a sharp blade in his hand, Han Qiancheng bowed and walked towards Zhang Liang.

"Thank you."

Zhang Liang is also a gift.

When entering Xinzheng, there is a shortage of food, and scattered people will automatically gather together. On the way to transport the food and grass, there may be some people scrambling for food, some people may cause chaos, and there is a martial arts expert to protect them, and they should be the best.

After leaving the city gate, Zhang Liang and Han Qiancheng marched side by side with five hundred cavalry guarding them, heading south to Weishui.

Two days later!

One rider and one man, blood-stained white clothes, walked into the Weishui barracks with a pale expression, a sharp knife was clenched tightly in his hand, his delicately combed hair was extremely scattered, and there was boundless anger between his brows.

"Who are you, an important place in the military camp?"

The horses marched freely, and the people patrolling the barracks scolded.

Suddenly, the man on the horse fell and fell heavily on the ground.

******

"The grain has been burned?"

Inside the military tent, Zhang Liang just woke up from his fearful dream, sat up straight away, and saw a silver-haired man in black. The meaning of pain.

The scene of that day flashed again in my mind.

A group of hundreds of them had just walked out of Xinzheng City. Two hours later, they were fifty miles away from Xinzheng, and the road became much narrower. Looking around, there were ruins and a wisp of cooking smoke that I hadn’t seen for a long time. .

But then, a nightmare came, a group of dozens of men in black came out of nowhere, rushed forward, they were not weak in martial arts, rushed to the [-] carts of grain and grass, and directly set them on fire.

Many of the [-] soldiers who accompanied him were also killed. If it wasn't for Han Qiancheng's desperate rescue and those people wanting to leave quickly, otherwise, he might not be able to escape.

It's a pity that in the current situation, I might as well die myself.

Without the [-] carts of food, how could I have the face to go to the Weishui army, what face would I have to see Weizhuang, what face would I have to see the [-] soldiers guarding Weishui, and even more speechless to see the Xinzheng people.

"The word has spread."

Wei Zhuang continued to talk alone, Zhang Liang had been in a coma for two days, but within two days, the news of the food and grass being burned had spread throughout the barracks.

For ten days, nothing can be done.

As for the situation in Xinzheng, Wei Zhuang also knew the details. It was not easy for Zhang Liang to transport [-] carts of grain this time, and it would be even more difficult to have another [-] carts.

"Brother Wei Zhuang, Liang... feel ashamed."

On this occasion, it is useless to say more.

"How long can the food and grass in the army last?"

Then, down to the topic.

"Ten days."

Wei Zhuang responded coldly.

It seems that God has destined South Korea to perish.

"Ten days!"

"Brother Wei Zhuang, you are good at military matters, what do you do now?"

Zhang Liang's heart jumped, and he resented himself more and more. If he had the three hundred carts of grain, he would be able to sustain it. If he persisted for three months, all countries would ask for help, and everything would be safe.

Now, my mind is in a mess, it is really helpless, the food in the army still needs ten days, waiting for the next batch of food to be delivered, it will take at least half a month to prepare.

At such a young age, Zhang Liang endured the pain in his body, got down on the soft couch, and looked at Wei Zhuang.

"I want to go back to defend Xinzheng."

The burning of food and grass must have been done by the Qin State. It is impossible for mere refugees to have that kind of power.

The state of Qin must be aware of the situation of the Han soldiers in Weishui. The day of attack may be in the next few days. Now, the army is already a little unstable, and it is quite inappropriate to insist on a battle.

With South Korea's current military strength, defending Xinzheng is a bad policy, but it can always be persisted.

Otherwise, the battle line will be stretched and the variables will only increase.

As for the new troops recruited last year, Wei Zhuang has long given up any hope.

"Back to Xinzheng, can you stick to it for three months?"

Zhang Liang asked the most direct question.