Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3820: Essence of the Five Organs
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Chapter 613: The Decisive Battle!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The news from the plateau traveled much faster than expected.
Dalun Ruozan was ruminating over a model in the tent when a Tibetan officer entered and kneeled on the ground.
"Great Minister, the quartermaster has sent word that all of our cow and sheep meat has been consumed."
"What's going on? Do you need to report such a minor trifle to me?"
Dalun Ruozan turned his head and frowned, a look of displeasure on his face.
"If our food stores are exhausted, why don't you have the Tie'A tribe in the rear send up more?"
"Reporting to Great Minister: the people of the Tie'A tribe have not driven any cows or sheep to our area for more than half a month now."
"Oh?"
Dalun Ruozan finally turned completely around, a somewhat confused look on his face.
"Then the Luosili Tribe?"
The Tibetan logistics network had never been given to only one tribe. At the same time, twenty to thirty tribes, and at times even a hundred tribes, would be working to supply food to the army.
"The people of the Luosili tribe have also not appeared for ten-some days now."
"Then the Daka, the Lalan, the Feiqi?"
Dalun Ruozan listed off the names of several tribes.
"Eight or nine days ago, we lost communication with them."
Dalun Ruozan furrowed his brow, a sense of unease growing in his heart. This was not the first war between Ü-Tsang and the Great Tang, but this sort of logistical problem had never occurred before.
All the tribes of Ü-Tsang should have understood what food meant for any army, and delivering food to the soldiers was the mission of every tribe. Thus, unlike the Great Tang, the Tibetans never had any shortage of supplies.
One tribe failing to promptly deliver food was strange enough, and all of these tribes failing to appear meant that there was definitely a problem.
"Send someone to the rear and investigate what's going on!"
Dalun Ruozan's heart began to rapidly beat, an ill foreboding taking root in his mind.
Dalun Ruozan didn't need to wai
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