Took place in the fifteenth year of Yongli, on the seventh day of the second month, at Penghu.
"Prince of the Nation!"
With a clattering sound, a soldier in armor rushed into the cabin. The storm took advantage of the moment to shoot in torrents of rain like arrows, producing a booming impact noise.
The cabin door shut, and the sound of the violent rainstorm instantly became faintly audible.
"We've been deceived by He Bin! We've only found a little over a hundred stones of grain on Penghu, not even enough for one meal for the army!"
Inside the cabin, all the soldiers held their breath.
With a cold snort in his heart, Wu Hao clasped his fists and said to the person at the head, "Prince of the Nation, given the shortage of provisions and the ongoing storm at Penghu, I think... we should return to Xiamen to plan in detail."