Without food and supplies, the army simply cannot sustain itself and will starve to death sooner or later.
"Damn it, what should we do..."
Mu Qing scratched his hair in frustration, feeling like he was about to tear his scalp apart.
He slumped into the chair, his hands hanging limply at his sides.
After much deliberation, I finally made a decision.
"Pass down the order: the entire army shall set up camp on the spot and await the opportune moment."
Mu Qing said in a deep voice.
"In addition, send someone back to Beixiang Kingdom to request grain and supplies support."
"General, perhaps..."
A short, stout strategist stepped forward and offered his advice with shifty eyes.
"Why don't we just rob them..."
"Rob?" Mu Qing glanced at him sideways. "Rob what?"
"Rob...rob the bandits' supplies!"
The strategist lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard.
Mu Qing was taken aback, then burst into laughter:
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! How come I didn't think of that? There are countless bandits around here. Just robbing a few of them would be enough for us to eat and drink for a while!"
"General, are you robbing mountain bandits?"
The other general hesitated.
"This...I'm afraid that's inappropriate."
Mu Qing gave him a cold look and said:
"We have no choice now. Either rob the bandits or starve to death here. The choice is yours."
"But... General, the mountain bandits are fierce and cunning, they're not easy to deal with..."
"What's there to be afraid of!"
Mu Qing slammed his hand on the table and said with boundless pride.
"Back in the day, I single-handedly took down eighteen mountain strongholds! A few bandits are nothing!"
"The Great General is mighty!"
The generals echoed their sentiments, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.
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