After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 2689 The Evil Star Arrives
Of course, given the quality of Bega's army, they quickly regained their footing after the initial chaos. Various powerful figures also joined the fray.

This surprise attack continued General Tiger Wing's swift and decisive style, ending in just an hour. After all, He Lingchuan knew that such a sneak attack alone could not defeat the enemy's large army. However, the Bega army suffered considerable losses. In addition to True Lord Mu Su, two immortals were injured, and generals at all levels were also killed. The outer defensive fortifications were severely damaged, and morale was once again dampened.

Upon first taking command of the army, Gao Huaiyuan gained a clear understanding of General Hu Yi's style.

In the past, only the Bega army was qualified to charge recklessly into enemy camps.

The humiliation of today will be repaid tenfold in the future.

However, just as he was coordinating various military affairs, he heard the most jarring news yet.

"What did you say? The next batch of military rations won't arrive for another twelve days?" Given Bekaa's transportation capabilities, how could it be so short-lived? "How long can our current food reserves last?"

"At most five days."

Gao Huaiyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "A seven-day gap is good. Can we get supplies from the villages on the southern front?"

"It is possible, but General Fushan has already ordered the southern kingdoms to contribute grain, so... there is not much that can be taken now."

To put it another way, Fushan Lie had already led his troops to loot several times, so it would be difficult to find any more supplies now!
Gao Huaiyuan muttered a few complaints to himself, then said, "Then let's divide the stored grain among ourselves; it should be just enough to eat."

It simply means that the quota will be issued less, and soldiers will have to tighten their belts when fighting. War is full of uncertainties, and Gao Huaiyuan, as an experienced general, has fought battles where food was scarce before.

Lack of food and clothing is the norm in war; Bega's soldiers are living too well in peacetime.

"However, why was this batch of supplies delayed?"

“Five days ago, all five granaries in Baisha Bay were burned down overnight. Large ships that went out to sea were either burned or had their bottoms pierced,” the subordinate replied. “That batch of grain is gone. We have to wait for new grain to arrive at the port, and then, and then we have to dispatch new ships.”

Gao Huaiyuan let out a sigh of relief:
"Could it be that all the grain is being stockpiled in the adjacent warehouse?"

This makes it far too easy for the enemy to set fires!
Storage should be distributed; this is basic common sense.

His subordinate, Qi Ai, said, "Well, the Maohe Plain was already captured by Bega long ago. The port officials probably thought..."

"What the hell do you think you are!" Gao Huaiyuan cursed. "A bunch of useless trash! Have you caught the enemy who started the fire?"

"not yet."

Gao Huaiyuan couldn't help but press his forehead.

He was upset because he had a feeling that the idea that "the new grain would arrive in twelve days" seemed a bit far-fetched.

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For the next month and a half, the Beja people on the Maohe Plain felt that something was very wrong.

More than a dozen grain transport teams were intercepted, and eight supply depots, both open and hidden, were burned to the ground. Millions of bushels of grain alone were lost, not to mention other supplies such as weapons, medicines, armor, weapons, fuel, and so on.

The enemy rode dappled horses and wore dappled armor. Their numbers were small and their origins were unclear, but they moved like the wind and were unstoppable.

There were skilled grain transport officers, but the enemy was fierce and ruthless; anyone who dared to resist would be killed without mercy.

As for the transfer warehouses, although they are protected by array formations and supernatural powers, they cannot stop people from coming.

The most terrifying thing was that every time they captured a grain transport team or burned down a transshipment warehouse, they would find the sons of military officers and behead them as a warning to others!
In just forty days, they killed fifty-seven sons of officials.

Wang Lushi, grandson of Wang Xu, the Vice Minister of Agriculture of Lingxu City, had escaped seven battles on the front lines before, but this time he was not spared. At the time of the incident, he was serving as the grain supervisor at the Jiecheng transport warehouse.

This is an important hub for the Bega Logistics Army on the Maohe Plain, and one of the three major transshipment warehouses. Grain and fodder transported from the east would be transshipped here, then transported west to the Longhou Pass front line, or south to Baisha Bay, and then boarded to the southern part of the Panlong Wasteland.

Needless to say, the security level of a military stronghold must be very high. There are at least six thousand permanent troops stationed there to defend the city.

Wang Lushi is in a particularly safe place here, in theory.

He arrived after the Bega army captured the Maohe Plain and did not participate in the fierce battles; his role was simply to approve the allocation of supplies. Therefore, in the past few months, his weight not only did not decrease, but actually quietly increased by a few pounds.

On this day, he accepted a banquet hosted by the city lord of Jiecheng.

After Bega conquered the Maohe Plain, the most important function of these cities was to collect supplies and send them to the front lines, and among these supplies, the most important was food. Therefore, Wang Lushi was the most honored guest of the city and was often entertained.

Jiecheng is no good in anything else, not even the women are pretty, but it has two wells in the city that make exceptionally delicious wine. Wang Lushi returned to his residence flushed from drinking, and four or five maids came to help him, then helped him undress and apply medicine to sober him up.

There are many unspeakable things involved.

In short, Wang Lushi slept soundly afterward, feeling as if he hadn't slept so well in months.

In a hazy state, he felt thirsty, but it felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to open his eyelids. He could only mumble:

"Water, water."

He knew it was sleep paralysis. But his voice was fainter than a mouse's squeak, and there was no sound from his surroundings.

Wang Lushi could only turn up the volume as loud as he could:
"Water, bring me water!"

Still, no one paid any attention; the usually diligent maids had all disappeared.

Wang Lushi opened his mouth, about to curse "lowly servant," when suddenly, with a splash, his face felt cold as he was doused with a whole bucket of water!

Winters in Jiecheng are very cold, and this bucket of water is truly refreshing.

The drowsiness vanished instantly, and Wang Lushi could open his eyes again. He shouted and sat up:
"who!"

There was still no one to answer the question. Wang Lushi realized that he was still in his own room. The layout and furnishings were exactly the same, except that there was someone sitting in the chair in front of the bed!

The man sat there perfectly still, seemingly blending into the room. The room was dimly lit, and he had his back to the window, so Wang Lushi couldn't see his face, or even his figure, which was hidden in the darkness, with only a faint outline of a human shape.

The man gently put the bucket down, and with a click, the sound of the wooden bucket hitting the floor was particularly loud in the quiet, dark room.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Wang Lushi wanted to jump up.

Despite his weight, he was a practitioner, and his movements were far more agile than those of ordinary people.

But no matter how much he jumped, his buttocks didn't leave the bed because his legs were numb and powerless, as if they weren't his own anymore.

Wang Lushi was shocked and tried to channel his inner energy into his legs, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea – there was no response whatsoever.

His legs just won't move!

What did you do to me?