Wei laid out the road beyond the salt lake on a supply table borrowed from the field infirmary. Two towns were marked where the Registry might rebuild its line. One had a small infirmary that had treated soldiers from both sides. The other controlled a bridge with a narrow supply approach.
“Which one can we reach without leaving the wounded behind?” Yan asked.
Qinghe read the patient list. “The worst cases need another day. The others can ride if we keep the road smooth and stop twice.”
Bai checked the medicine stores recovered at the river city. “We have clean bandages for both towns, but not enough fever medicine to split evenly. The first town has an infirmary. The bridge settlement asked for salve and pain medicine.”
Yan pointed to the bridge town. “Send the pain medicine there. Let the infirmary keep the fever supply.”
“I’ll write the quantities before the cart leaves,” Bai said. “No one should have to guess what we sent.”
The map showed a ridge route that crossed a shallow stream before reaching the first town. Wei asked a scout whether the stream had risen in the night. The scout had not crossed it since the storm.
