Chapter 4: Fine, You Win
At Fan Wanming's words, Tan Pengtai lightly slapped his back and glared at him. "Do you think Heaven's blessing is something we can summon at will?"
Hearing this, the others sighed in disappointment.
All the water containers were now filled, and every household had received five barrels of water—enough to last a few days.
Walking over to the sand table, Feng Xiyan said, "Now that we have water, I'm planning to attack the Yuezhi Tribe."
The generals stepped up to the sand table as Feng Xiyan rearranged the small flags across the miniature sand map.
He stuck a red flag down and continued, "Last night, our spies reported that the Yuezhi Tribe killed another batch of warhorses."
When his words fell, the others' expressions turned grim.
The Yuezhi Tribe were renowned for their cavalry and treated their warhorses better than people. If they were forced to slaughter them, the situation over there must be not better than them.
After a moment of silence, Feng Xiyan added, "They have killed most of their warhorses, which means they won't retreat until they get what they want."