Chapter 1082: A Dead End

The windstorm bay was a peninsula protruding into the sea.

"Even if you want to leave, you have to pass through Bai Shi Village!" Lu Qingbin pointed to the mountain forest, "The Ya Nation people have already cut off the way forward; no matter how you charge, you can't break out with so many women and children!"

The westward migration path of the Bailong main tribe was actually not long; as long as they walked another one hundred and ten li, crossed Bai Shi Village, they could reach Baili territory! Once they entered, they could be considered safe.

This road was usually open and easy to walk, but now it had become a natural chasm they couldn't cross.

The Ya Nation people were clearly prepared, blocking their only way forward.

If they wanted to force their way through, walking this one hundred and ten li road, how many Bailong people could survive in the end? Lu Qingbin was not optimistic.

Wanzai Tong naturally understood this point. After wandering for a year, there were not many old people left in the tribe, but the proportion of women and children remained very high. Out of nearly forty thousand people in the whole tribe, the real combat power was less than two thousand—

Alas, when they first left the Ya Nation, there were clearly nearly five thousand warriors in the tribe.

Therefore, when Lu Qingbin told him that there was a response in the windstorm port, he also ordered the whole tribe to deviate from the original route and head south.

Women and children first, the army brings up the rear.

This was also a big gamble, and Wanzai Tong bet the lives of all forty thousand people in the tribe.

Sadly, he had no second road to take.

At dawn, after paying the sacrifice of more than two hundred warriors, they finally arrived at the windstorm bay.

Under the blockade of the pursuers, they spent most of the night walking this mere twenty li of mountain road—the night was dark, the mountain terrain was rugged, and the old and young couldn't walk fast, and more than a dozen deaths occurred.

Truly called every step blood and tears.

Fortunately, they finally arrived at their destination.

The windstorm bay was a wild bay, with beautiful and open scenery, originally without any traces of humans, but Lu Qingbin had prepared response personnel and ships here long ago.

This was his backup plan, which he didn't expect to really use.

However, just as this large group of people rushed to the sea bay panting, several cannon shots rang out in front, followed by flames reaching the sky!

Lu Qingbin and Wanzai Tong's hearts sank.

The scouts who went to the front also rushed back to report, saying that the sea bay suddenly ignited the flames of war, and the ships originally deployed here were either occupied or hurriedly left the shore and fled to deep water.

The windstorm bay had fallen into enemy hands! The remaining ships were scared, and they hoisted their sails and fled away from the coastline. What Lu Qingbin and the two saw were their panicked backs—

The Ya Nation people actually took the lead again, cutting off their last way of escape!

The windstorm bay had fallen into enemy hands!

Wanzai Tong looked at Lu Qingbin with red eyes, and said hoarsely: "Is this your backup?"

It was over. Lu Qingbin was sweating like rain.

The secret westward migration of the Bailong people was exposed, which could be explained as an internal traitor. However, how could the Ya Nation people predict that he had deployed a backup here?

Of course, this thought only flashed in his heart, and was thrown behind his head. The only three words that mattered most right now were:

What to do? He also heard Wanzai Tong's roar, his heart in a mess.

The windstorm bay was a peninsula, easy to enter but hard to exit. The Ya Nation people knew how to ambush them halfway, knew how to burn the ships in the windstorm bay, didn't they know how to guard the entrance and exit of this peninsula? They had no way to return the same way.

Nearly forty thousand living Bailong people, and the six hundred elite cavalry he brought, how could they escape the clutches of the Ya Nation people?

Wanzai Tong turned to order the clansmen: "Turn back, we will fight a bloody path!"

There were no ships to escape here, and staying in the windstorm bay was a dead end.

They could only fight bloody battles and break out with all their might, no matter how heavy the price paid! "Wait!" Lu Qingbin pressed Wanzai Tong's shoulder, but was thrown away by him.

"Along the coastline to the northeast, there is a Luting Beach, which is also on this peninsula. I can send a message to the fleeing ships and let them rush to that side to pick us up!"

Wanzai Tong pointed to the direction of the windstorm bay and roared: "Just now I listened to your ghost talk, what good result was there? The Ya Nation people can deploy here, can't they also send people to Luting Beach?"

"Believe it or not, but I must rush to Luting Beach." Lu Qingbin said calmly, "That beach is narrow and can't hold many ships, the Ya Nation people don't like that place."

"Can't hold many ships? Then what is the use of us rushing there?"

"We can send a portion of women and children away first. There are islands twenty li offshore; send people there, and the ships can return to pick up passengers again. In one day, at least three round trips can be made." Lu Qingbin said solemnly, "If we are at the end of the road today, don't you want to send the children away? Even if it leaves a little bloodline, a little thought for the Bailong people!"

Wanting to take all these three or four thousand clansmen away was impossible.

To leave this peninsula, one had to pay a tragic price.

Wanzai Tong didn't hesitate for too long before agreeing to this plan, because the pursuers behind were catching up again.

"Order, we rush to Luting Beach!"

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The next day, by the sea of Xiaoye Island attached to Platinum Island.

In Huang Zhao's expectant gaze, appearing with the fiery red sunset was the vast fleet on the western sea—

The new fleet from the Yangshan Archipelago!

From his perspective, the sea surface was almost occupied by dense ships of all sizes.

A hundred ships competing, each sail like a banner, reflecting the fiery red sunset.

Even the residents of Platinum Island stopped and didn't leave when they saw this scene; they hadn't seen such a spectacular scene for a long, long time.

Huang Zhao immediately drove a small boat, carrying himself to the leading ship of this fleet. Several subordinates moved a large box for him.

Just as he stepped on the deck, Ding Zuodong greeted him: "Where are you going?"

Ding, the Grand Manager, was now the number one general of the Yangshan Chamber of Commerce, usually staying on Suoding Island to manage important affairs, and rarely went out on field missions.

This trip was the first time in three months that he had traveled far with the ship.

A flying bird urgent message from He Lingchuan made him throw away everything in his hands and rush over, making the entire Yangshan Archipelago busy and hot in the past ten hours.

Huang Zhao first respectfully asked Zhu Xiuer and Dong Rui on the ship, and then said: "We rush to the windstorm bay, as fast as possible!"

He Lingchuan left first, leaving Huang Zhao here to respond to the reinforcements of the Yangshan fleet.

Ding Zuodong turned to give an order, and the entire fleet slowly turned and headed toward the windstorm bay.

Huang Zhao stood on the deck and counted the ships: "Only sent these ships?"

"These ships are all carrying troops—two thousand guard forces. As for the ships transporting supplies, they will arrive half a day later. The army is easy to mobilize, but the quantity of supplies prepared by the Proprietor is too large and requested too urgently; the archipelago was busy for most of the day, all preparing supplies."

Thanks to the reward from "I'm like a robot."

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