Late at night, at the Qin Army's front camp.
"Damn, they only give us one bowl of porridge, you can count the grains of rice in it, how are we supposed to eat this, we came to fight yet we're starving."
"Yes, three days in a row, every day we eat so little, before the rebels attack us, we'll starve to death first."
"Haven't you heard, the grain warehouse in our rear camp caught fire, I heard the fire burned for a whole day and night without stopping, tens of thousands of shi of grain were completely burned."
"What, that much grain, how many people could that feed."
"Yes, it seems what those rebels say is true, we're really out of food. I heard from several nearby garrisons, many brothers have fainted from hunger. Don't our generals care about this?"
"What generals, those officials probably already slipped away, leaving us brothers here as scapegoats."
"No way."
