Under Shen Yufeng's lead, Tang Jinghong came to the place where the grains had been robbed.
This was also a forest. The forest had already been completely destroyed. The hot sunlight shone on the bare ground and tree trunks, showing the bleakness of despair.
Shen Yufeng blamed himself. "General, the ground is dry and hard. There are no traces of the cart rollers."
Tang Jinghong observed his surroundings. "Tell me about the robbery."
Shen Yufeng frowned and said, "At that time, a portion of the refugees robbed us. After the robbery, the remaining refugees came to stop us and bought time for the robberse to transport the grains away. We watched helplessly as the grains were taken away…"
Such a cohesive and planned robbery was definitely not done by refugees alone… Tang Jinghong looked around. "Which direction did they go?"
Shen Yufeng pointed to the north. "They ran in the direction of the capital."
