"Let's argue."
For several seconds, no one spoke.
Then Ding Yijun pointed toward the treasury.
"That one."
Ding Wu looked at him.
"You'd abandon the treasury?"
"Money can be recovered."
Sun Xun nodded.
"So can grain."
Song Jia looked toward him.
"Not before people starve."
"I didn't say we should abandon it."
"Then why mention it?"
"Because we're supposed to discuss all four."
Ding Yijun rubbed his forehead.
"We've been doing this for ten seconds and I'm already tired."
Song Jia ignored him.
She looked at the map.
The fictional city fire had begun near the eastern merchant district.
Wind pushed flames northwest.
The hospital district stood north of the river.
The residential quarter was densely populated.
The granary lay close to the southern wall.
And the treasury—
unfortunately—
was located near the central administrative district.
Damaged roads made movement difficult.
They had enough manpower and water to fully secure only three targets.
