Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

Two days later.

Hangu Pass.

As the sun rises in the morning, the gates of Hangu Pass open on time as always.

As always, Duan Yu, riding a black tiger, sat in front of Hangu Pass with a fishing rod in hand, looking like an old fisherman, sitting in a chair with his pocket on his head and starting to fish.

Two hundred thousand troops.

The entire army of 200,000 had been watching Duan Yu fish for over ten days.

Not only that, every day after Duan Yu caught a fish, he would light a fire at Hangu Pass and then grill the fish.

With a bite of fish and a sip of wine, after eating and drinking to one's heart's content, one can lie down comfortably under the pass, put on a straw hat, and take a nap.

With the war escalating to this point, Yang Feng began to question the meaning of life.

With an army of 200,000, the daily consumption of food and supplies over half a month was an extremely terrifying figure.

The Liangzhou army inside Hangu Pass could be relied upon because the number of troops inside Hangu Pass was not large to begin with.

However, the 200,000-strong army outside Hangu Pass cannot be relied upon.

At this moment, Yang Fengzheng, sitting in the central command tent of the rear army, was staring blankly at the bamboo slips in his hand, feeling utterly bored.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent.

Dressed in armor and with his hand on the sword at his waist, Wu Xi strode into Yang Feng's tent, his face full of anger. Upon entering, he immediately began to complain to Yang Feng:

"General, those Han soldiers don't treat us like human beings at all!" Wu Xi shouted. "A few days ago we had a meal of millet every day, but now they only give us a meal of thin porridge a day."

"The soldiers under my command are now full of complaints, and they all look pale and sickly. If this continues, in my humble opinion, there is no need to fight any longer; they will starve to death."

"Why is it that the soldiers under Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun get two meals a day, while we only get one bowl of thin porridge a day? It's clear they're not treating us like human beings."

Yang Feng frowned as he listened to Wu Xi's words.

After Duan Yu arrived at Hangu Pass, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song's army stopped attacking Hangu Pass, and the army's food rations began to decrease.

Previously, his soldiers were responsible for transporting supplies, cleaning up the battlefield, and building siege equipment.

At that time, the two armies treated each other differently.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song's soldiers, who were attacking the city, were fed two full meals a day, while his own soldiers were only fed one full meal a day.

But I could understand it back then.

After all, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun's army was going to attack Hangu Pass.

His soldiers were merely auxiliary.

But now that they're not attacking Hangu Pass, the two armies are still treating each other differently, and his soldiers are only getting one bowl of thin porridge to eat.

This is a bit unreasonable.

Yang Feng took a deep breath, then stood up and looked at Wu Xi, saying, "Here's what we'll do: first, appease your troops and distribute the remaining grain we had. I'll go and talk to the Grand Commandant."

As he spoke, Yang Feng walked out of the tent.

However, despite saying that, Yang Feng didn't have much hope in his heart.

He was in charge of transporting supplies in the rear camp. The grain and fodder being transported from Luoyang were becoming increasingly scarce, and they were already struggling to support the consumption of an army of 200,000.

.............

Before long, Yang Feng arrived at Zhang Wen's marching tent with several personal guards.

It was noon at this time.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song, who had just returned from the front lines, were also in Zhang Wen's tent.

The two men's personal guards were stationed in front of the gate, and Yang Feng knew it at a glance.

After announcing his arrival, Yang Feng entered Zhang Wen's central command tent.

As soon as Yang Feng entered the central command tent, he smelled a rich aroma of meat.

Zhang Wen, Yuan Ji, Huangfu Song, and Zhu Jun were having lunch in their tent.

On the table in front of them were fish and freshly slaughtered and cooked mutton.

"General Yang is here! Perfect timing!"

Zhang Wen, who was sitting in the main seat, beckoned to Yang Feng and then instructed the guards in the tent, "Bring General Yang a table and a serving of wine and meat."

Yang Feng immediately clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you very much, Grand Commandant."

"General Yang, what brings you here?" Zhang Wen put down his cutlery and asked Yang Feng.

Yang Feng glanced at Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, who were enjoying their meal, then took a deep breath and said, "Grand Commandant, it's like this."

"Today, a general from the army came to report that the rear army's meals have changed from one day of millet to one day of porridge, and the soldiers are complaining that they are not getting enough to eat. I would like to ask the Grand Commandant to see if more food can be allocated to the rear army."

"This humble general has no high demands. I don't need to eat millet every day. Even if it's just a mixed diet for two days, one day of millet and one day of porridge, that would be fine."

This humble general knows that the army's provisions are currently low, but this humble general is worried that if this continues, the soldiers will harbor resentment.

Zhang Wen wiped his hands with a silk cloth, then stroked his beard and said, “General Yang, as you know, the army is currently facing a shortage of food supplies. The 200,000 troops consume countless amounts of money and grain every day, and the warhorses also need to be fed. Even the rations for the soldiers in General Huangfu’s and General Zhu’s armies have been reduced.”

"It's not that I'm targeting General Yang, but he should try his best to overcome this. If the food supply problem is resolved in a while, I will definitely reward the rear guard."

Yang Feng looked troubled.

Although I had prepared myself mentally before coming, I still felt bad when I heard Zhang Wen refuse me outright.

So, still trying to persuade them, he said, "Grand Commandant, there is currently no fighting at Hangu Pass. Could you perhaps discuss this with General Huangfu and General Zhu, even if it means allocating a smaller portion to the rear guard..."

Yang Feng had barely finished speaking, and before Zhang Wen could reply, he had already angered Zhu Jun, who was eating nearby.

Zhu Jun slammed the dagger he was holding onto the table and looked at Yang Feng.

"General Yang, what do you mean by that?" Zhu Jun asked, frowning. "You mean to reduce the rations of my soldiers?"

"You've reduced the rations for my troops, are you going to go and fight the Liangzhou army when they come out?"

Zhu Jun snorted and said, "What's the use of consuming so much grain if 100,000 troops at the foot of Baibo Valley can't stop Duan Yu's 500 cavalry? It would be better to raise a whole herd..."

"Gongwei!" Huangfu Song quickly interrupted Zhu Jun's next words.

Then, looking at Yang Feng, who was filled with anger, he cupped his hands and said, "General Yang, the court is already trying to raise funds and supplies. We are all serving the court, and there is absolutely no favoritism."

General Yang has been struggling for two days, so there's no way to allocate any provisions from the army to him. General Yang should address this as an emergency; the problem will be solved in a few days once the provisions procured by the imperial court arrive."

As Huangfu Song spoke, he glanced at Zhu Jun, signaling him to stop talking.

“That’s right, General Yang, let’s put up with this for now. I’ll vouch for you. Once the imperial grain supplies arrive, we’ll solve your problem first,” Zhang Wen said.

Yang Feng clenched his fists tightly.

He'd heard the saying "drawing a cake to satisfy hunger" countless times.

But this is the best we can do for now.

No matter how much he says, it's useless.

After bowing and bidding farewell to Zhang Wen, Yang Feng walked out of the central command tent in a depressed mood.

Not long after Yang Feng returned to the rear camp, Wu Xi came to Yang Feng's tent once again.

"General, a man has arrived outside the camp. He says he's an old acquaintance of yours and has come to seek refuge with you," Wu Xi said to Yang Feng.

Ok?

Yang Feng was taken aback.

His old acquaintance?

Or have they come to seek refuge with him?

Who?

Filled with doubt, Yang Feng asked Wu Xi to bring the person over.

About an incense stick's time later, Wu Xi brought a middle-aged man into the tent.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man's appearance, Yang Feng became even more puzzled.

He didn't recognize the man standing in front of him, who was dressed in a gray robe and looked somewhat like a scholar.

However, upon seeing Yang Feng, the middle-aged man acted as if they were old acquaintances, smiling and bowing to greet him, "General Yang."

Yang Feng frowned in confusion and looked at the middle-aged man, asking, "May I ask who you are...?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "I am Yang Qi from the Yang family of Hongnong, and my uncle is Yang Ci."

hiss.

Yang Feng gasped.

Hongnong Yang family.

Yang Fengtong also came from the Hongnong Yang clan, but Yang Fengtong's branch was a branch, and a very poor one at that.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up as an outlaw.

However, if we're talking about who he is, he and Yang Qi, who is standing in front of him, are of the same generation and belong to the Yang clan.

Upon hearing that it was someone from the Yang family of Hongnong, Yang Feng naturally dared not be negligent.

So he quickly invited them to sit down and had Wu Xi serve them wine and food.

After Yang Qi took his seat, only the two of them remained in the tent.

"General Yang, the patriarch sent me here because he heard that the court had conferred upon you the title of General of Loyalty and Righteousness, and also that you are from the Hongnong Yang clan. Therefore, he sent me to visit you. Please forgive me for any intrusion," Yang Qi said with a polite smile.

Upon hearing the words "Loyal and Righteous General," Yang Feng felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

What kind of loyal and righteous general?

It's like a joke.

Yang Feng shook his head bitterly and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "What kind of loyal and righteous general is he? It's just a nice-sounding title..."

"Hey......"

Seeing Yang Feng sigh, Yang Qi's gaze sharpened slightly, his eyes darting around before he asked with concern, "What's wrong? I sense that General Yang seems to have something on his mind."

Yang Qi's words immediately brought out all the bitterness that Yang Feng had just swallowed from Zhang Wen.

After pouring out his grievances, Yang Feng also drank half a pot of wine.

"General Yang... I have something to say, but I'm not sure if I should." Yang Qi looked at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng gave a wry smile and said, "What's wrong with saying it? I'm hardly a general..."

Yang Qi turned his head and glanced in the direction outside the camp, then lowered his voice and said, "To be honest, I am here on the orders of the patriarch to find General Yang and to give him a great opportunity."

Big opportunity?

Yang Feng was slightly taken aback as he looked at Yang Qi.

Yang Qi nodded seriously, then got up from her seat and whispered to Yang Feng.