Heavenly Kingdom: The Southern Prince Has Just Died, and I Lead the Remnants Back to Liangguang

The Southern Prince had just died when Feng Zhaoyue was handed a mess no one else would touch.

There were more than 3,000 people, but fewer than a thousand fit to fight. The rest were wounded soldiers, craftsmen, and the families who traveled with the army. They had only four days’ worth of food, while the pursuing forces would not give them even one more.

An engineer from the modern era, he had managed construction sites in his previous life. In this one, his first job was feeding 3,000 mouths.

The main force continued north, but he led this group south instead.

Back to Guangxi.

He kept the blacksmiths, boatmen, and failed scholars everyone else looked down on. They repaired broken carts, tended the wounded, and searched for food, then looked for a place where they could light a furnace and plant crops. By the time the group reached the West River, the wounded men who once lay in carts had picked up their knives again, and the craftsmen who carried battered hammers had workshops of their own.

But holding their ground in the two Guang provinces would take far more than beating the pursuing forces. The grain merchants refused to sell on credit, the former subordinates each had their own plans, and the cannons across the river were already being raised.

Some urged him to take up the Southern Prince’s title.

Feng Zhaoyue glanced at the empty rice jar and went to look for food first.

After all, you can’t cook porridge with a throne.

But if he wanted to make sure these people could keep eating in the future, capturing a single granary would not be enough.