Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Mu Qingge Is Not a Loser (2)

"How is it?" Mu Xiong asked calmly. But the fatigue in his eyes exposed the tension he felt at that moment.

The Messenger pressed his lips tightly, raised his head, and his reddened eyes were full of guilt and self-reproach. Facing Mu Xiong’s hopeful eyes, he angrily said, "Old General, they intend to drive us to death!"

"What happened exactly?" Mu Xiong’s eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly asked.

Surrounding him, the deputies dressed in Mu Family Army armor added their nervousness to the Messenger.

The Messenger’s lips trembled incessantly, and his chest pounded like a drum.

With his worn hands clasped tightly, he sobbed while facing Mu Xiong’s inquiry, "I was ordered to urge the army supplies, but all I received was word of no grain. Yet, I clearly saw within Han City that everyone was prosperous and grain was plentiful. Out of options, I turned to General Han Yu for help, but General Han Yu said his own military supply was insufficient, and without an imperial command, he dared not lend."

"What about Military Governor Han?" Mu Xiong asked sharply, his eyes already burning with a fierce fire.

Not only him, but the deputies beside him also wore fierce expressions, wishing they could raid other cities for grain.

"Military Governor Han?" The Messenger’s face showed even more anger: "I went to plead with him multiple times, but he kept evading. Every time he said he was preparing and told us to wait a few days, to hold on for a few days. Not believing him, I secretly followed him and found that he was indulging in pleasures daily, not preparing army supplies at all. I couldn’t bear it, went to him again, but was beaten twenty lashes and forced out."

"Bastard!"

"Beast!"

"That son of a bitch!"

The Messenger’s words nearly drove the deputies into a frenzy.

Mu Xiong’s face turned dark, his tight lips formed a line, and he said nothing.

"Old General, let’s send a message to Lady Lianrong! If we delay any longer, our fifty thousand soldiers will die here!" pleaded a deputy.

Mu Xiong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I sent messages to Luodu a long time ago, but have yet to receive a response. There’s nothing from the Emperor, and also nothing from Lianrong."

"What!"

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