The moment Zhan Qi's words fell, Feng Xiyan shot him a warning look. "General Zhan, mind your words."
Realizing he had spoken out of turn, Zhan Qi restrained his anger and bowed. "Great General, this subordinate was wrong. Please forgive me."
Looking at his unwilling expression, Feng Xiyan sighed and motioned for him to sit.
He then looked at the others and explained, "We must obey the imperial decree. Otherwise, not only will our families suffer, but the soldiers and common people might be implicated as well."
Ding Zhenshun frowned at his words and said, "But Great General, if we hand over our food and water, we will be sentencing ourselves to death. This subordinate agrees with General Zhan. We cannot give them our supplies."
"This general knows," Feng Xiyan replied calmly.
Seeing his composed expression, Fan Wanming asked, "Great General, what is in your mind?"
