Anyone could guess that Guibei City must have stockpiled a huge amount of supplies.
A fifty percent share of the spoils was certainly no small amount.
Yet, thinking of the casualties the vanguard would have to suffer, Jiayao's heart grew cold all over again.
Beihuan was no longer as short of food as it had been last winter.
The troops they had now were all they had left to their name.
They could not afford to squander this last bit of strength just for grain and supplies.
"I want fifty percent of the spoils too, but we simply don't have the ability to take them."
Jiayao sighed heavily, looking at Yun Zheng with a pitiful expression. "Are you really going to make us lose every last one of our soldiers?"
"All right, all right..."
Yun Zheng quickly stopped Jiayao. "I surrender to you, okay? Since your forces won't act as the vanguard, we'll let the Blood-Clad Army do it! Qin Qihu, Lu Xing!"
Chapter 351