The night was deep, the torches bright on the people below. The city gates, which should have been sealed shut, were ajar, allowing grain carts to slip quietly inside.
"Quick, lend a hand!"
The deliberately hushed voice couldn't hide the joy within.
Amidst the scuffling of feet were sounds of laughter, and even jokes about when the next grain delivery would be.
It wasn't much grain. But for the soldiers of Pingzhou City, who had been cut off from supplies for so long, this delivery was more than just a few carts of food. It gave people in a desperate situation something to look forward to, rekindling their will to live.
The grain shipments had been delayed time and time again. They once believed the very people they laid their lives down to protect didn't care if they lived or died. These people had coaxed them into fighting the enemy with their flesh and blood time and again, yet wouldn't even provide them with supplies.
