The situation has once again fallen into a stalemate.
Faced with the unknown, everyone could only remain silent, as any decision at this moment would determine the survival of the last forty thousand people.
No one could bear the responsibility.
"Set camp here for recuperation, and let me send a letter to my father to dispatch a magician over,"
After a long time, Yuwen Feng finally made a decision.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Yuwen Feng would stubbornly charge into the treacherous forest.
Thus, after two days of fruitless efforts, Yuwen Feng's dauntless group finally settled down.
They set camp here, waiting for news of reinforcements.
However, with forty thousand soldiers stationed here, supplies were still needed, and with provisions running low, they had to seek grain from nearby counties.
The county town closest to the Three-Branch Junction, Eastern Land An County, naturally became their target for requisitioning.
