vstars Chapter 340 All in My Possession
Chapter 340 All in My Possession
Inside the Northern Barbarian army camp, Chiduotu was roasting a lamb with a large blade.
He stuffed the slightly bloody meat into his mouth and then gulped down several mouthfuls of hot wine.
"Bo Lie, it seems the people of Dajing won't last many more days."
"Let's wait and see how things unfold, then we'll wipe them out completely."
Having just suffered a defeat, Balu dared not provoke further trouble and could only say this to Chidotu.
Since his arrival, the army has not suffered any defeats. They thought the surprise attack two days ago would be a great victory, but they did not expect that the people of Dajing were well prepared.
Fortunately, they intercepted the supplies of the Da Jing people, and when they were so hungry that they didn't even have the strength to lift a knife, that was their chance to strike.
Upon hearing this, Chiduotu slicing the meat even faster, as if venting his anger.
"Let's light a bonfire tomorrow night! Bring out all the provisions for the people of Dajing!"
He roared that tomorrow he would squander their provisions in front of that old General Da Jing.
Even if he loses this time, he'll make that old bastard so angry he'll die!
"Report!"
The military doctor was changing Jingyue's dressing when he heard someone come to report and waved for him to stop.
"General of Longxi, our scouts report that the Northern Barbarians will arrive tomorrow..."
The soldier who came to deliver the message lowered his head, afraid to say what was to come for fear that Jingyue would faint from anger.
"Stop dawdling, just say what you need to say."
The strategist urged him on, and the soldier continued, "Tomorrow, Chiduotu wants to light a bonfire to burn the grain supplies he intercepted from us..."
The soldier spoke softer and softer, and when he saw that Jingyue remained silent for a long time, he looked up and glanced at him quietly.
The strategist gave him a wink, and he then quietly withdrew.
Jingyue's face was ashen, and his wrinkled hands trembled slightly.
The military doctor offered a few dry, anxious words of comfort and continued bandaging his wound.
Just then, someone else came to report:
"General! Deputy General Qin has ordered half of the grain to be distributed!"
"The remaining troops probably won't last three days!"
The man wiped the sweat from his forehead. He explained that they had almost come to blows with the cooks, and they couldn't be stopped.
Qin Yu was also the deputy general, so those people had no choice but to obey his orders.
Jingyue could no longer sit still. He stood up and walked toward the cooks' camp with a sullen face.
In front of the large pot, Qin Yu held a bowl of mixed grain rice topped with a few thin slices of fatty meat.
He ate with gusto, something he wouldn't have even glanced at before.
However, in the past few days, the soldiers have only been drinking thin porridge with some dried vegetables. Not only is there no oil in their stomachs, but they have also not been able to eat their fill for several days in a row.
So, at his subordinates' suggestion, he ordered the cooks to prepare dry rice for today's meal, and only after eating it did he feel a little more alive.
The men he brought with him were also starving, while the others could only watch them eat around the pot, daring not to say a word.
When Jingyue arrived, the cooks had already lined up in two rows to await punishment.
Jingyue had repeatedly instructed them to keep a close watch on the grain, but they still failed to hold onto it today.
The next challenge they will face is hunger. How can the Great Jing Dynasty win battles when they are hungry?
When they saw Jingyue arrive, they all looked up, their faces filled with shame and regret.
Qin Yu stopped, and seeing Jing Yue arrive, quickly stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth and then mumbled a greeting to him:
"The old general is here! The food is just cooked, come and eat!"
He kept working, and the people he brought didn't even glance at Jing Yue; they ate or drank as usual.
Jing Yue snorted coldly and kicked the bowl out of Qin Yu's hand. "Deputy General Qin, you seem to be enjoying your meal! Do you know that the soldiers in the army are still starving!"
"Arrest them all!" He pointed at the men Qin Yu had brought, and immediately some of them grabbed the people who were still eating.
He absolutely refused to believe that Qin Yu, that idiot, had pulled this stunt without their instigation!
Wasn't it these few scoundrels who egged Qin Yu on, causing that idiot to storm the barbarian camp alone?
Seeing his trusted confidants arrested, Qin Yu, feeling like his job had been taken away, jumped up from the ground.
"What do you mean by this, General? My men only ate a few bites of food; what have they done wrong?"
"At worst, we'll all just eat rice together for dinner today! What do you all think?"
Qin Yu looked around at the people and found that no one responded to him.
"That's right! Our general is right! The northern barbarians will attack sooner or later."
"Even if we die, let's die with our fill!"
One of the men being held captive stubbornly shouted a few words that he thought were particularly heroic.
Unexpectedly, Jing Yue, upon hearing his words, immediately drew his sword and slashed at him.
The speed was so fast that before anyone could react, the person's head fell to the ground in an instant, blood splattering everywhere.
Blood splattered on Qin Yu's face. Qin Yu looked at Jing Yue in disbelief, "You old bastard! You...you dare to do this!"
Those were his men! This old bastard actually dared to kill one of his men right in front of Qin Yu.
He picked up the large sword beside him and charged at Jing Yue, but Jing Yue glanced at him indifferently and knocked him to the ground in a few moves.
"Even if you were one of your men, I would kill you without hesitation if I heard you say such things again!"
Jing Yue's imposing aura was terrifying, while Qin Yu clutched his chest, half-lying on the ground, glaring at him defiantly.
His remaining men were completely terrified, clearly not expecting Jing Yue to attack them.
Because of Qin Yu, these guys practically had nothing to lose after they joined the army.
I only cooked a simple meal today, yet I almost met my demise.
The others were locked up on Jing Yue's orders. Qin Yu, who usually loved to hang out with them, was now all alone.
"You old bastard! You've gone too far!" he roared.
Jingyue didn't even bother to glance at him, and looked at the ashamed cooks, saying, "Go down and each of you receive five strokes of the military rod."
Looking at the rice in the pot, he sighed silently. "Keep half of it, and cook the other half into porridge with water."
He walked away, leaning on his sword, looking as if he had aged several years.
After returning from gathering information, Helian Yue and Gu Yunqi exchanged a glance upon hearing the news, surprised that Qin Yu had managed to cause such a huge mess.
"Ah Yue, what should we do?"
Gu Yunqi looked worried. He had just won a battle after their arrival, but now half of the remaining grain was gone.
The worst part is that Chiduotu plans to burn their grain supplies tomorrow, which will definitely shake the morale of the army.
Their morale, which they had just built up, was about to be crushed again.
Helian Yue remained silent. The batch of grain he had secretly ordered to be delivered would take at least three days, and no one could predict what might happen in those few days.
As dusk fell, he quietly slipped into Jingyue's tent.
Seeing Jing Yue sitting at the table with his back to him, He Lianyue felt a mix of emotions.
The old man was hunched over, and his once somewhat black hair was now completely white.
"Old Jing"
He called out softly, and Jingyue turned around, his cloudy eyes glistening with tears.
"General Helian, I..."