Chapter 357: Made Into A Scapegoat

Ren Baqian sat on top of the city wall and watched the militia happily pushing carts of food back. There was also a large flock of cattle and sheep.

Even though the ordinary Great Xia soldiers ate grains, some of the practitioners still had to eat meat. Although their appetite wasn't as huge as the aboriginals, it wasn't significantly smaller.

"How should we make arrangements?" Ren Baqian asked with his head inclined.

"Distribute the food to the commoners and bring the livestock with us," Li Qianqiu answered. The rice could be eaten by the commoners, but if the soldiers ate it, there wouldn't be a need for them to do anything else other than eat from morning to night.

At noon, the soldiers of the Protectorate of the Center returned. They were all starving to the point of sulking.

The winged cavalry only returned in the afternoon. The corpses of Great Xia soldiers were lying everywhere in the dozens of miles north of the north barracks.