"Furthermore, inform the Baima County Magistrate that he must dispatch troops to guard the grain and military equipment, without any errors, otherwise... his head will not be kept intact." Ye Shikai said coldly, his words full of threat.
"Master, should I recite your exact words?"
"That's right, tell him the exact words." Ye Shikai commanded.
"Understood." The messenger exited the tent, quickly riding towards the county. The reason Ye Shikai placed the supplies delivered from the rear in the town was, firstly, because the town had solid walls for defense, making it much safer than temporary warehouses. Secondly, it was also to show the people their determination and stabilize morale.
"I've made harsh statements, a month from now, whether I return full of honors or with my reputation in ruins, it all depends on you." Ye Shikai bowed to the dozen chiliarchs in the tent.
