Snow fell from the sky, white flakes like salt.
"It's snowing—"
After finishing her tasks, Chu Qingzhi was resting in the tent when she heard the sound and stepped out to see the fluttering white snow. Her brow furrowed.
Snowy weather was unsuitable for battle. If they waited until next year to fight, the consumption of over 300,000 soldiers would be immense. Given Xia Yunjian's madness, he would likely deploy all his forces for another battle, making a life-or-death struggle imminent.
To prevent the upcoming battle, there was a simple solution: make the army's grain disappear. Without grain, the army's morale would collapse, and they wouldn't fight.
After dark, Chu Qingzhi sneaked into the tents where the grain was stored and sank it into the ground.
There were six places in the camp where grain was stored, and Chu Qingzhi buried the grain in all six locations before returning to Tang's camp.
