Chapter 112, Lively Dwarf King _1

In the season of spring blossoms, worry etched on the faces of the Northern Expedition Army.

Another battalion's food supply had been destroyed.

To Marshal Campbell, who commanded hundreds of thousands of soldiers, a battalion's supply of food seemed insignificant; it wouldn't even feed his army for a day.

But the problem was that, currently, the Northern Expedition Army was cut off and isolated, relying entirely on previously plundered food supplies to survive. To conserve food, even the livestock among the army had been slaughtered.

Reducing the soldiers' rations was out of the question. Once provision became uncertain, the army's morale would undoubtedly collapse.

"The enemy, taking advantage of their air superiority, has become increasingly frequent in starting fires. It looks like they've picked up on our food shortage and are counting on it to bring us down.