A Grain Transport Officer approached Zhan Beicang with a grave expression.
"General Zhan, the food supplies we were transporting have been stolen by refugees!"
"What did you say!" Zhan Beicang, upon hearing the Grain Transport Officer's words, punched the city wall!
Last month, a locust plague hit the border areas of Nanjin, and all the food was devoured by locusts, leading to a large number of refugees.
The government was powerless to manage these refugees, who, driven by hunger, resorted to extreme measures to survive, and this time even robbed the official grain supplies!
"General Zhan, we only have enough food to last... one more day!" The Grain Transport Officer whispered hesitantly.