"How bad is it?" Fulin didn't take the matter seriously. "They can't all die, right?"

"Not many people died, only a few hundred were killed. But other supplies were severely damaged, including thousands of cattle and sheep, and all tents, clothes, and food were burned. If they don't get support, at least half of their herdsmen will starve to death or freeze to death this winter!"

"That is to say...the people of the Khorchin tribe are still alive, but all the supplies are gone?" Fulin had a bad feeling.

"To reply to the Emperor, it is indeed so."

"It's bad," Fulin cried out.

His Qing Dynasty was now most in need of supplies, and the Khorchin tribe had lost a large amount of supplies at this time.

I want to save you, but I don’t have the strength to do so.

If we don't rescue them, the Khorchin tribe will be disheartened and loyalty issues will arise.

What should I do?

Looking at Fulin, who looked troubled, Bumbutai touched his head and said, "What is the emperor thinking about?"

"To answer my mother's question, I am thinking about how to deal with this matter."

"There are so many civil and military officials in the court, why doesn't the emperor ask them?"

"In order to resist the Ming army, Prince Rui took away almost all the useful people in the court." Fulin said helplessly, "The remaining few people are good at leading troops in battle, but they know nothing about giving advice."

"If I remember correctly, there is another available person in Shengjing." Bumbutai frowned as she spoke, as if she recalled some bad memories.

"Someone who can be used?" Fulin thought for a while but had no idea. He could only ask in a low voice: "Please tell me his name, mother."

Bumbutai's eyes flickered and his tone was cold: "Hong Chengchou!