The Demon Lords

Chapter 805 177: Slaying the Slaves (Part 2)

Zheng Fan nodded and said:

"Take good care of Secretary Mao for me."

"I will follow your orders!"

As he spoke, Ran Min forcibly helped Mao Mingcai up. Mao Mingcai was just about to curse, but the words Ran Min whispered in his ear made him abruptly fall silent.

"Sir, are you trying to incite the Jingnan Army to rebel right here?"

You can die, of course.

But a high-ranking official like you, the Secretary of the Ministry of War, dying here, at the hands of the Jingnan Army's soldiers;

Let's not even discuss how the court would punish this because there's no need for that,

because if this really happened,

the Jingnan Army would be forced into rebellion even if they didn't want to!

Comparatively, offending the Chu people is minor. If the Jingnan Army rebels, the Yan State will...

And so, Ran Min helped Mao Mingcai down. Mao Mingcai's steps were a bit unsteady and staggered.

"Heh heh."

Li Fusheng chuckled, looking at Zheng Fan, implying, what should we do next, hurry and tell me.

When you truly decide to do something, the other thoughts in your mind diminish significantly.

Zheng Fan was like this,

at this moment, his mind had already shifted from the guilt of killing prisoners to how to manage this matter well and do it beautifully.

"The Chu people want food, right? Give it to them."

Li Fusheng was a bit surprised and shouted;

"Really give it?"

Right now, even the landlord's house has no surplus food.

The Yan's Eastern Conquest Army has been fighting for so long, relying on half of Cheng State's land to barely sustain it, and also thanks to the Eldest Prince maintaining local order step by step when entering Cheng State with the Eastern Conquest Army.

But even so, Cheng State is nearly exhausted by this war; otherwise, there wouldn't be refugees fleeing toward Shengle and Li Tian City.

The food of our Yan Army is also tight. Naturally, Li Fusheng is unwilling to give the precious food to the Chu army, not even as a last meal!

Everyone is going to die; do they want to die full?

Bah, wishful thinking!

Zheng Fan then pointed behind him, towards the direction of the Wang River,

and said:

"Over there, set up pots, start cooking, and then tell those Chu people to go there to eat in batches."

Upon hearing this,

Li Fusheng's face lit up with a smile once again,

and he praised:

"Brilliant, brilliant, your mind works well."

Zheng Fan leisurely replied,

"Just returning the favor."

"Well, should I go and greet the other generals?"

Zheng Fan shook his head and said:

"No need, once you act, do you think they can resist?

Even if they can hold back, can their soldiers hold back?"

"Got it."

Li Fusheng rubbed his hands together,

"Shall we start?"

Zheng Fan stretched and yawned,

"Let's go."

...

"Food! Food!"

"Where's the food, where's the food?"

The Chu people were still shouting for food.

Qu TianNan was also sitting cross-legged there, not accepting any special treatment meant for him.

In Chu State, when noble families on either side engage in battle and one side captures a noble, they're treated with grand hospitality, sometimes even gifted beautiful concubines.

But Qu TianNan wasn't in the mood for this among the Yan people.

Of course, the Yan people didn't seem to have prepared any of this, and the Chu people were also too embarrassed to write these terms into the treaty details.

Just then, a sharp-eyed Chu person sitting at the westernmost side spotted the Yan people setting up a stove on the Wang River's bank, already lighting a fire.

At the same time, groups of Yan people were carrying bags of grain toward that direction.

Suddenly, cheers erupted here, and the cheers spread, as many Chu people realized what was happening. The Yan people were finally starting to prepare food for them.

Some anxious Chu people tried to run over there early. At this moment, even if the rice wasn't cooked, they'd want to devour it raw.

A few Chu people ran over, followed by more, and seeing that the Yan people seemed not to stop them, more and more Chu people started running toward the stove by the riverbank.

Everyone was famished, so hungry their eyes nearly glowed green; suddenly, a large group of Chu people got up from the ground and started running over.

In reality, there were less than twenty pots and no more than a hundred bags of rice, but the Chu people couldn't care less, crazily scrambling over there, even fighting among themselves for that bit of food.

Qu TianNan watched this scene, his mouth slightly open, not knowing what to say.

"Fetch some rice and grain for Zhuguai." An attendant beside him instructed a few personal guards nearby.

During the food shortage, Qu TianNan's treatment was the same as that of the soldiers; in fact, he hadn't had a full meal in a long time.

Qu TianNan's personal guards immediately stood up, loudly calling Zhuguai's name and ordering their compatriots ahead to make way.

The Chu envoy Jingyang was still looking for Mao Mingcai's figure but felt reassured after seeing the Yan people start distributing food.

However, upon further observation, he noticed that the amount of food provided by the Yan was quite small amidst the many Chu people scrambling for it.

Jingyang frowned slightly, wanting to find Mao Mingcai again to ask the Yan people to release more food.

Since, according to the treaty, Chu State was to compensate the Yan State with not just goods but also food.

Rather than saying they were eating the Yan's food now, it was more like eating their own in advance. At worst, once this force returned to their country, they'd recalculate these consumptions and compensate the Yan people again.