Demoblin immediately frowned deeply.
Before he attacked Genoa, a reckless group of young men burned the grain storage warehouse, causing him to gain no food supplies from the city.
According to the Crown Prince's orders, he was to hold Genoa for two months. Yet, more than twenty days' worth of provisions were still unaccounted for.
For the past month, under relentless assaults from fifty thousand enemy troops, his forces had suffered heavy casualties. If food shortages were to occur, the soldiers would likely collapse instantly...
The ground trembled again, and Juno pushed open the door, bursting in anxiously: "Commander, the enemy has launched a large-scale attack from the north!"
Demoblin hastily grabbed his hat and put it on, striding forward on his sixty-year-old legs toward the northern frontline. After a few steps, he turned back to the staff officer and shouted, "Notify me immediately if any ships dock at the port!"
"Yes, General!"
