Yang Zhenshan didn't know what was happening in the main general's tent; at this moment, he was worrying about the grain and fodder for the Left Camp.
The army's advance depended on rations being dispatched first. However, the mobilization from Chongshan Town had been too rushed, and both the Governor's Office and the Governor's Office were underprepared.
This time, the Left Camp only carried a month's worth of grain and fodder. It wasn't that he and Zhao Yuan didn't want to bring more, but that was all the Governor's Office provided them with.
Now, they had been away from Chongshan Pass for over half a month, meaning the remaining grain and fodder would only last for about ten more days.
"Mr. Zhao, we must return to the city to transport grain as soon as possible!"
In the camp of the Left Camp, Yang Zhenshan and Zhao Yuan walked side by side around the granary, assessing the remaining supplies.