In the large tent at the border gate, Changsun Wuji pointed at Cheng Yaojin and cursed: The army can't even get food and grass, so you still have the nerve to stand here? Cheng Yaojin knelt in front of Li Er: I have negotiated with the surrounding villages, and the rations for the 30,000-strong army will arrive today! Changsun Wuji sneered: There is a drought in this world, and your military camp only has enough food for two meals. On the deck chair at the entrance of the village, a lazy young man was waiting for them.
