Outside Fushan City.
The eastern army under Zhang Shouwang had already approached the city, with the troops encamped ten miles south of the city.
In the main tent of the army, Zhang Shouwang and several Assistant Generals sat with grave expressions, while the faces of Guerrilla Generals like Zhou Lan also looked extremely troubled.
Ever since the army had moved towards Fushan City, their supply lines had been continuously harassed by Northern barbarian cavalry.
To date, several Supply Teams had suffered heavy casualties and all the food and fodder they were transporting had been either seized or burned.
"Great General, we can't wait any longer. If we do, the soldiers will have to go into battle on empty stomachs!" the anxious Assistant General from the Left Camp of the Chongshan Town's Northern Guangning Vanguard, Liu Nanbo, blurted out.
