Chapter 195

"You are not Chen Yan, he is not the Prince Heir of Jin, then who could you be?"

Han Changluan listened and was amused, looked up and down at the boastful Chen Yan, couldn't stop his mouth from rising, and laughed: "Don't bluff, delaying time has no meaning!"

Han Changluan looked at this Great Zhou Poetry Immortal, and it was all delaying, waiting for variables...

But could it happen?

The whole Kuocang Peak was under their control, it was impossible to be overturned!

Even, for the sake of being foolproof, Lord Ming sent out eight or nine out of ten forces to encircle...

Unless these two people can fight three thousand with two!

"Is it?"

"Chen Yan" heard this, couldn't help but shake his head, laughed until he was leaning back and forth, pointed his thumb at the confident Han Changluan, looked at the "Yuwen Ze" beside him, and joked: "Old Hu, look, no one believes the truth these days..."

After speaking, the other hand raised, pinching the fine mark on his neck, and tore it lightly.

Immediately, a human skin mask fell off in response, revealing the true face hidden underneath.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Yuwen Ze" also laughed, made the same action, took off the human skin mask on his face, and said playfully: "Then we have no way!"

"You... and you..."

"Who are you two!"

This scene of changing living people directly stunned Han Changluan, his eyes full of disbelief, his right hand pointed at the two people who appeared out of thin air, and blurted out.

Han Changluan never expected that he was triumphantly playing with Chen Yan, playing him in the palm of his hand, and in the end, he found that he was the clown.

Still a top-level joker!

There was a faint reddish feeling on his nose...

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Xiong Ansheng gripped the ghost-head broadsword, stared at the two people's eyes, his brain CPU was about to burn out, and questioned brokenly.

He didn't understand, the two people who were in his palm were gone in an instant, and they became two things he didn't know at all...

"I am Zhong Rong!"

"Lord Chen Yan's subordinate, Mingjing Si Zhuque Guard Embroidered Attire Envoy!"

Zhong Rong held his head high, cupped his fists, and introduced himself loudly.

"I am Hu Sengyou!"

"Same as Old Zhong!"

Hu Sengyou followed closely behind and smiled.

The words of the two were like a thorn, piercing Han Changluan's heart, his face was cloudy and sunny, his mouth twitched, "Ha... haha... the one staying behind in the Central Army Tent is a fake..."

"Then the real Chen Yan and Yuwen Ze, could it be...?!"

Han Changluan, who was talking to himself, stopped abruptly when he said this.

Because at that moment, he, who realized it later, suddenly realized something...

A bad premonition was rising rapidly!

"Exactly!"

Zhong Rong smiled, and made a supplement decisively: "My Lord Chen Yan has already led the army to go straight to Wangmu Palace Mountain!"

"Your Jinghong Society is doomed today!"

Just like Han Changluan thought, Chen Yan left from the beginning...

The real bait was actually the fake left behind in the Central Army Tent!

It was to fish for the banditry that they passed messages through internal traitors...

And the real Chen Yan led the elite large army and went to stab the old nest!

"Heh!"

Hu Sengyou looked at Han Changluan, smiled contemptuously, and snorted: "What kind of person is my Lord Chen Yan?"

"The Great Zhou Poetry Immortal who fought the Wang and Xie families while drunk, the young military god who collapsed the Qinzhou rebellion in two battles, is he someone who can be calculated by you small people?"

"Do you think your little tricks can deceive Lord Chen Yan's eyes?"

Hu Sengyou's eyes, besides the mockery of Han Changluan and others, were full of reverence for Chen Yan.

Only those who have experienced it can know the terror of their own Lord!

Especially looking at the officials and bandits who were played around and still boasted of being smart, they felt even more divine calculation!

"Damn Chen Yan!"

"A seventeen-year-old kid can actually be so powerful!"

Han Changluan's face was iron-blue, he clenched his fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, and couldn't help but curse.

Thinking he was holding the winning ticket, but at the last moment, he was outplayed by a move, and the whole game was lost...

Han Changluan racked his brains and couldn't figure out, how could a kid who was not yet weak and pampered have such old and spicy city government means?

Even he, the internal traitor, was a link in his calculation...

Zhong Rong and Hu Sengyou looked at each other and chanted: "Ming Lang's wonderful calculation of Jingzhou, lost the wife and lost the soldiers!"

"No matter what you two are, I'll kill you first..."

Xiong Ansheng didn't read much, but the tone of the two Zhong and Hu sounded like they were mocking their Lord Ming, plus being played, his heart was burning with anger, and he was about to rush forward with his sword, "Hmm? What is this smell?"

Just a few steps out, he smelled a strange smell...

The first wisp of scorched smoke rose from the mountainside of Kuocang Peak.

At first, it was like an old monk burning mugwort, but in a moment it turned into black scales rolled by a vicious dragon, carrying a hot air wave and rushing straight to the sky.

The withered pine needles crackled under the licking of the fire tongue, the old rotten leaves were curled into gray butterflies by the fire, and danced with the sparks into the deep stream.

"What is burning?"

"Why is there this rolling black smoke?"

Han Changluan noticed the abnormality at almost the same time and asked in confusion.

And from outside the tent, there were constant cries from the Jinghong Society crowd:

"Fire!"

"Big fire!"

"Help!"

"Help!"

"The fire is spreading upwards!"

Thick smoke spread over the mountains like splashed ink, covering half of the sky.

The figures of the woodcutters fleeing in panic in the distance were only blurred silhouettes in the heavy smoke screen.

The wind helped the fire, and the whole mountain was plunged into a sea of fire in the crackling sound. The burnt smell mixed with the spicy smell of resin rushed straight into the nasal cavity, choking people to tears.

Even the birds in the forest flew across the smoke barrier in panic, with little sparks on their feathers.

"What's going on?"

"Where did the big fire come from?"

Han Changluan muttered after checking: "And it's a big fire burning towards the peak..."

Although he tried his best to make himself calm down, he couldn't hide his panic.

Because Han Changluan clearly knew that once the fire spread further up, they themselves and the thirty thousand people who attacked would undoubtedly be buried in the sea of fire, with nowhere to escape!

"Can't you see it?"

Zhong Rong was unhurried, held his hands in his chest, the corners of his mouth hooked into a thought-provoking smile, and said: "This is a gift from Lord Chen Yan to you!"

Hu Sengyou took up the conversation and said loudly: "This raging fire will burn up the sins of your Jinghong Society!"

"So that's it... So that's it..."

Han Changluan suddenly realized, his feet went soft, he sat on the ground, laughed helplessly and self-deprecatingly, and said: "Chen Yan was aiming to annihilate all the elites of my Jinghong Society from the beginning!"

"What a wonderful calculation!"

At that moment, Han Changluan finally understood Chen Yan's strategic intent...

Using internal traitors to pass messages, using bait to gather them, and when they thought they were holding the winning ticket, using fire attacks to burn the entire Kuocang Peak and turn everything into ashes!

Achieving the greatest effect at the lowest cost, the young military god is well-deserved, worthy of being the direct grandson of Chen Lao Zhuguo!

"It's too late to find out now..."

Zhong Rong's gaze was stern, examining the desperate Han Changluan, and smiled: "The dry leaves all over the mountainside are sprinkled with fuel, enough to turn the entire Kuocang Peak into ashes!"

"Even if your Jinghong Society remnants luckily escaped a little..."

"There is also Lord Feng Xiao Yan leading the army to guard at the foot of the mountain!"

While Wang Xiong and others were training the Jingzhou troops and Yuwen Ze was preparing for the funeral, Chen Yan didn't have a moment of leisure.

He sent You Xian to lead the crowd to explore Kuocang Peak and made corresponding deployments.

After all, Chen's success in one battle is not just talk...

Han Changluan connected everything, thought of the old, weak, and disabled soldiers guarding the Central Army Tent of Kuocang Peak, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "Using Jingzhou troops as cannon fodder, Chen Yan really has a ruthless heart!"

Even if Han Changluan also knew that a gentleman is not poisonous, using human lives as the price to exchange for victory is worth it...

But he still felt cold because of Chen Yan's cold-bloodedness!

"So what if you can't escape the fate of being burned to death?"

Xiong Ansheng, who knew he was doomed, gripped the ghost-head broadsword, the corners of his mouth hooked into a cold smile, "I can kill you two first and take a cushion to be buried with me!"

After speaking, he kicked the ground with force and rushed to slash at the two.

"Fool, do you know why Lord Chen Yan chose to set up the Central Army Tent on the edge of the cliff?"

Zhong and Hu saw this, laughed loudly, retreated at the same time, and pulled out a sharp blade from their waists, cutting open the tent curtain.

Before Xiong Ansheng arrived, they jumped down without any hesitation.