The army rations were supposed to arrive five days ago, but they still haven't arrived.
After receiving this news, Xiling Tianlei's good mood disappeared. At this moment, even if the Nine Emperors Uncle died tragically in front of him, he couldn't be happy.
The life and death of Uncle Nine Emperors is very important, but it does not affect his life and death, but the lack of that batch of military rations affects everything about him.
Xiling Tianlei tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart and asked calmly: "How long can we last with food reserves?"
"If we go back to Your Highness, we only have enough food for three days. If we don't have enough food, our brothers will be hungry." In this miasma forest, we have to face many unknown dangers every day. If we don't have enough food, we don't need to
If Nanling and Dongling fight, they will die here first.
The general who reported the report saw Xiling Tianlei sitting motionless on his chair, and said again: "Your Highness, please make a decision as soon as possible."
The lives of 300,000 people are all in your hands. One wrong decision can cause all the brothers to die here.
"I know, you go down first." Xiling Tianlei waved his hand weakly.
The joy brought by the death of Uncle Nine Emperors was suppressed by this news. So what if Uncle Nine Emperors died, he didn't take any advantage.
"Yes." The general looked at Xiling Tianlei and hesitated to speak.
His Highness is the only one who still believes in the Emperor. As His Highness' confidants, they have advised His Highness countless times to make plans in advance, but His Highness said that they think too much.
This is great.
They said that the emperor was not worthy of their trust at all. If the emperor was truly good for His Highness, he would not force His Highness to this point.
The attack on Liancheng was clearly an order from the emperor, but as soon as something happened, the emperor put all the blame on His Highness and made him take the blame.
This isn't fair.
"The food and grass haven't arrived... I can't believe my father, haha~ I am not willing to believe it, but I have no other way to go." Xiling Tianlei showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
Of course he knew that it was not trustworthy to abandon his father at a critical moment, but he had no choice. If he wanted to support these 300,000 people, he would have to rely on Xiling in a short time.
He must ask for more from Xiling while his father still remembers him and feels guilty about him, because from now on he can only rely on himself for everything.
But he didn't expect that his father would forget him so quickly.
Tears fell from the corners of Xiling Tianlei's eyes. Xiling Tianlei covered his face with his hands, not wanting others to see his cowardly look.
Tears flowed down the fingers, and Xiling Tianlei cried silently. The tent was filled with deep sadness. At this time, Xiling Tianlei was like an abandoned child.
As the only heir to Xiling, Xiling Tianlei had no competitors at all. Everything he had came too easily.
These years of smooth life have almost made him forget how he was bullied by the palace people when he was a child, and how he longed to see his father.
Even when the plan to deal with Jiucheng failed and he was deposed, he still believed that he was still the heir to Xiling.
Because there is no suitable successor in Xiling other than him. If this were not the case, his father would not acquiesce in his rebellion with 300,000 people and secretly support him.
He always thought that whether it was Xiling or his father, both needed him and should support him from behind, but only at this moment did he understand...
He has always needed Xiling and his father. Without the support from Xiling, he could not do anything. Without him, Xiling and his father would still be the Kingdom of Xiling, and his father would still be the emperor of Xiling.
"Donglun Jiu, I didn't expect that the person who would go down the fastest to accompany you would be me." Xiling Tianlei removed his eyes and stared blankly at the letter that said Uncle Jiu Huang's death.
"I have always regarded you as my biggest enemy. It's a pity that you didn't die in my hands, and I didn't die in your hands." Xiling Tianlei's fingertips happened to be pressed on the three words "Nine Emperors Uncle"
On top, he dug it into pieces in the next second, and then, as if going crazy, he swept everything on the table to the ground...
Pili Bara fell to the ground, but no one dared to come in.
After venting his anger, Xiling Tianlei seemed to have lost his strength. He fell weakly on the chair, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and his handsome face looked a bit ferocious.
Time passed quietly. When Xiling Tianlei gathered his emotions, it was already dark. Xiling Tianlei ignored the weather outside and said loudly: "Ask Baili Wuyan to come see me."
Baili Wuyan is the fierce general that Xiling Tianlei rescued from Beiling, a brave general who is good at fighting, and a person who is familiar with the Miasma Forest.
"Your Majesty, the general will attend." Baili Wuyan walked in quickly and respectfully bowed to Xiling Tianlei, bowing to the king.
"No gift." Xiling Tianlei was very fond of Baili Wuyan. Even though he was in a very bad mood at the moment, he still stood up and stepped forward to give Baili Wuyan a hand.
It was no accident, seeing the emotion in Baili Wuyan's eyes, and this emotion was what Xiling Tianlei needed.
Xiling Tianlei did not conceal Baili Wuyan and told the news that the food and grass had not arrived. Baili Wuyan looked shocked and asked nonchalantly: "There is no food and grass?"
How can they be marching and fighting without food and grass? Three hundred thousand of them are trapped here. If they don't have food, they will die.
Xiling Tianlei nodded heavily: "The batch of grain from Xiling has not arrived."
At this time, Xiling Tianlei didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not. He was an expert in marching and fighting in Baili Wuyan. In this regard, he had to rely on Baili Wuyan.
"Is it because Xiling didn't send food, or the food was robbed?" Baili Wuyan asked without any personal feelings.
"No matter what the reason is, it doesn't matter now. The most important thing now is what we are going to do. We only have three days of food reserves." In fact, Xiling Tianlei had a plan, or he had no choice.
I asked this question at this time, just because I didn't want the people below to know that he was not the one who made this decision, and he was not the one who risked the lives of the soldiers.
"No, this is very important. If the food and grass are robbed, we can still get the food and grass back, or ask Xiling to send another batch of food for three days. We will save a province, and then find a way to steal it from Dongling and Nanling.
At one point, there is no problem in holding on for ten days and a half." Baili Wuyan analyzed calmly.
In fact, he knew very well that the soldiers who had been nesting in the miasma forest for a month were no match for Dongling and Nanling. If they really wanted to fight, they would only die.
Xiling Tianlei shook his head: "It's useless. Even if the food and grass are robbed, Xiling will not send another batch of food. Xiling still has a million troops to support, and this is the last batch of food."
That's why he was so angry. With this batch of food gone, they had no choice but to fight and rely on themselves. His father had completely given up on him.
"So, we can only fight?" Baili Wuyan's voice was full of sadness, the sadness of a hero's final days.
With 300,000 people, against the 500,000 troops from Dongling and Nanling, do they have any chance of winning?
Xiling Tianlei nodded solemnly: "Let the soldiers have a full meal, and make the remaining food into dry food and distribute it to everyone."
If they fight against the odds, they may still have a way out.
Baili Wuyan's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded heavily, and gave a military salute to Xiling Tianlei: "Your Highness, please rest assured, I will definitely live up to His Highness's high expectations."
Fighting for survival can stimulate unlimited potential. Maybe this battle...