Chapter 1844 (1/2)

Yan Beicheng's heart was sour, and his mood was not so good. He ate the rest of the cake with a few bolt, his cheeks bulging.

Mo Shanghua handed over the water bag and put the rest of the cake aside for the time being, with a slightly positive face. ”Well, now is not the time for joking and relaxing. Since we have all eaten it, let's talk about the business first. Qin Lin, go and ask Han Xianqu to come here.”

”Yes.” Qin Lin immediately put the rest of the cake into his mouth and got up.

Mo Shanghua turns her eyes and takes a look at Yan Beicheng at the moment. Their eyes meet for a short time, and then they seem to have reached a consensus. Tacitly, they move their eyes away, as if nothing happened.

”Lord, princess.” Han Xianqu bowed slightly and saluted.

Mo Shanghua politely nodded, quietly looked at the person in front of him, then said: ”sit.”

”Yes.”

Han Xianqu looks like he's only about 20 years old. He's still very young. He has all the impulses and passion of young people, but he's not stupid in nature. If he's trained well, he should be a useful talent in the future. Unfortunately, he's sent by Yan Moli.

Yan Beicheng took another cake and ate it. He said, ”Han Xianqu, if you have something to say to the princess, I don't know much about this kind of thing. If you tell me, I can't understand it.”

In the past few days, Han Xianfeng has been used to Yan Beicheng, so he has no objection.

Seeing that Han Xianfeng was not prejudiced, Mo Shanghua said, ”how many people are left here, and how much have we lost before? How much food is left in the army? ”

Referring to this matter, Han Xianfeng's face darkened a little, and he looked very heavy. ”The last general has counted before. Our intact people are less than 400 now, and there are more than 300 disabled people. Among the remaining more than 2000 people, including those who died in the war and were seriously injured and scattered, we have to count them in the future. The two pioneers sent by his highness have disappeared, so they must have fought Death, as for food and grass... ”

At this point, Han Xianqu can't help showing his embarrassment, ”our grain camp has been burned down. Now, the soldiers can only carry dry food for one day at most.”

”Those bastards, if they can't beat us, will do some dirty tricks.” Yan Beicheng listened, and could not help biting the dry cake in his hand, his face full of anger.

Speaking of this, Han Xianfeng's face became more and more ugly, and he could not help but scold: ”the Dalit is the Dalit, and the tricks used are naturally not noble.”