Shen Yufeng rushed back with the soldiers. His expression was very ugly. As soon as he arrived, he knelt on one knee in front of Tang Jinghong. "General."
Tang Jinghong looked at Shen Yufeng, who was in a sorry state, and his eyes darkened. "Where are the grains?"
Shen Yufeng lowered his head and said hatefully, "They were all taken away by the refugees."
Tang Jinghong clenched his fists and was furious. "When were the grains taken away? Where were they taken away?"
Shen Yufeng's eyes were red. "Two hours ago, 1,000 meters west of Xu City, a large group of refugees suddenly rushed out and surrounded us. There were more than 10,000 of them, but we only had 1,000 soldiers. We couldn't resist at all…"
Chu Qingzhi raised her eyes. A thousand soldiers? She remembered that there were two thousand soldiers escorting the grains. What was Jinghong up to?
Tang Jinghong stared at Shen Yufeng. His eyes were deep as he said, "Bring me there."
