A large army of 100,000 moved to the capital is at the forefront.

There are two or three huge tents the size of houses, with large golden nanmu tables placed in the center, and a heavy and warm carpet covered the floor of the tent. A light medicinal fragrance slowly floated out from the hollow golden incense burner in the corner.

Prince Sima Zhen sat on a wide chair behind the golden nan table, his eyes closed, his face like a white jade, and his black eyebrows were slightly frowning, but his expression was calm, as if he was closing his eyes to rest.

The second prince Sima Xie sat behind the small table on the left, frowned tightly.

There was silence in the tent.

After a long time, the second prince Sima Xie spoke: "Your Highness, even if we dig all the barks in the mountains and forests, we will not be able to make up enough food. Our current food will not be able to support a hundred thousand troops to reach Jinlin City."

Sima Zhen opened his eyes, his eyes were clearly black and white, his eyes were calm, his mouth was opened, and his lips were slightly white: "I know. I have already thought of a solution to this."

Sima Xie was happy on the face: "How to do it?"

"Distance," Sima Zhen seemed to have thought clearly about the whole story: "We originally planned to go on a deserted road, try not to contact zombies, and reduce casualties until Jinlin City. But now there is not enough food, so we can only change the route. The army will change the route to the nearest Qingzhou. Then send warriors to transport all the food in the Qingzhou granary."

"This..." Sima Xie couldn't help but think: Isn't this a bit like there is not enough food, and then they go to rob the granary? Of course, the fifty prefectures of the Great Zhou Dynasty were all the world of their Sima family. Going to the granary to get grain and rob your own granary is not considered a robbery. Sima Xie thought for a moment and said, "What should the people of Qingzhou do?"

Regardless of whether the government and army in Qingzhou are capable of organizing the people to form a large army to move the capital to Jinlin City. In this Qingzhou city, there must be people left in the city. If they take away all the food, the people left there will not only face the zombies in the city, but also face the situation of no food...

Sima Zhen closed his eyes as if he was a little tired. His white silk satin dress seemed to be emitting a faint white light under the candlelight in the tent, which also made his face pale.

Sima Zhen opened his mouth: "Please ask the earth-level strong men to take action, clear out the empty areas without zombies, call on the people to come out, and let the middle-grade warriors transport grain from various granaries. Anyone who can run to the warriors before these warriors leave Qingzhou will save them from Qingzhou, join our team, and go to Jinlin City together."

When the warriors get food, the people can enter the team of the warriors in this process and save them. As for those who have not arrived in these teams of warriors for a certain period of time, they will be the same as those stranded in the capital, no matter what...

Sima Xie shook his head and sighed: "That's it! That's all! In a few days, I will discuss the specific matters with General Yan Buyao. I will do this. In the future, whenever we encounter no food, we will change our way to get food."

Sima Xie looked at Sima Zhen with his eyes closed and said again: "What about another thing? Our 100,000 army moved to Jinlin City, the 400,000 army of General Wang Shenlang and the people led by the army, as well as the soldiers and civilians who rushed to Jinlin City in other states... No matter how big Jinlin City is, it will not be able to squeeze out so many people. What should we do then? Let us tell the world and let everyone move to Jinlin City. It is impossible for the people to get there, but we have to drive them out!"

Sima Zhen opened his eyes and didn't say anything. After a long time, he said, "Jinlin City can't squeeze out my people in the Great Zhou Dynasty. I know. We have a few months left. Please let me think about it again..."

Sima Xie was stunned: It turned out that the prince could not think of a solution.

At this time, a guard lifted up his tent and hurriedly walked in. The guard knelt on the ground, his voice full of panic: "Your Highness, the Second Highness, Your Majesty coughed up blood again! Your Majesty urgently recruited Your Highness, the Second Highness, General Yan Buyao and all officials above the third rank and above!"

Sima Zhen and Sima Xie suddenly stood up, and they looked at each other, and immediately walked towards the emperor's tent.

Just as the doctors evaluated the body of Emperor Sima Zhi at the beginning, Sima Zhi's body could only rest and not be tired.

When Sima Zhi had just left the capital, he could still ride a horse forward. After only two or three days of marching, Sima Zhi's expression became worse and worse. Later, he could only sit in the carriage.

However, even sitting in the carriage and rushing day after day, Sima Zhi's health became worse and worse, and he began to cough up blood.

Therefore, Prince Sima Zhen had to order the garrison to repair the troops and let the army stay in the deserted mountains and forests for a few days.

If Emperor Sima had not been treated seriously, Sima Zhen would never have issued an order to stop the march in such a light. You should know that the consumption of a 100,000 army is so great. If not marching for a day, the food will be less than a day. The prey in the mountains and forests cannot fill this kind of food consumption at all.

The two walked to the emperor's tent, and General Yan Buyao and several ministers had already knelt in front of the tent.

Sima Zhen frowned and lowered his head to ask the doctor kneeling beside the tent: "How is Father?"

The doctor raised his head, his eyes turned red, and he shook his head without saying anything.

The doctor's meaning is that Emperor Sima Zhi is already terminally ill and has no cure!

Sima Zhen was shocked.

Sima Xie's eyes turned red and she couldn't help but cry out: "Father--"

The eunuch rubbed his red eyes, lifted his tent, walked to Sima Zhen, and bowed and said, "Your Highness, Your Majesty, call you in."

Sima Zhen nodded and walked in slowly.

Emperor Sima Zhi was wearing bright yellow silk pajamas and lay on the bed with a snow-white complexion. He turned his head to look at him.

Sima Zhen walked quickly to the bed, knelt down, and called softly: "Father."

Sima Zhi could no longer get up, so he patted the edge of his bed: "Zhener, Zhener come here."

Sima Zhen smiled slightly, got up and sat by the side of the Taoist bed, and when he spoke again, there was a tremor in his voice: "Father."

Looking at Sima Zhen's face, Sima Zhi lost the majesty of the past, as if he was just an old father. He said, "Don't be sad, Zhen'er, your father can finally meet your mother... It's just that I am ashamed of the late emperor, ahem!"

"Tea!" Sima Zhen called out. Then, he took the warm water handed over by the eunuch, helped Sima Zhi and fed it a few times.

After Sima Zhi lay down again, he said, "Everyone goes down, I want to say a few words to the prince."

"Yes!" The voices of maids and eunuchs sounded in the tent.
Chapter completed!