C482 A Bad Premonition.

The people in Linqing City had left for a long time. Lin Xie stood in front of the military map and looked at it with a dark expression.

“General Lin, we don’t have much grain left!”

“How much longer can we last?”

“Half a month.”

Lin Xie’s expression was solemn. It was the toughest battle they had ever fought. Even he and the North Xuan Army had been tied