Chapter 380: Closing the Gates to Set a Fire

This retreat of the Southern Barbarians is, in the history of the Longyan Dynasty, absolutely of great significance.

Of great significance, and the most humiliating in history.

This Luo Huo is also quite the show-off.

Early in the morning, there was the sound of gongs and drums, a very lively and arrogant display.

He was itching to let everyone in the world know that he, a Young Prince of Jiaozhi, could take such great benefits from the Longyan Dynasty and slap the face of this Celestial Empire hard.

The more severely he had once been suppressed by the Longyan Dynasty, the more arrogant he acted at this moment.

The Southern Barbarian army was even more so. According to their formation, fifty thousand troops cleared the way in front, while behind them were the one hundred thousand slaves being escorted. Whenever they were in high spirits, they couldn't help but punch and kick these slaves, taking it as a form of amusement.

One hundred thousand slaves, just like that, were locked together by long, long iron chains; on every face was nothing but humiliation, sorrow, and despair for the future...

Murong Che.

At this moment, he was quietly watching all of this. That's right, he was currently on Luo Huo's Horse Carriage, feeling the excitement of Luo Huo beside him and the despair of these slaves.

"Mr. Murong, why the long face?"

Luo Huo laughed heartily, patted Murong Che on the shoulder, and shouted: "Today is the day of our Jiaozhi's rise! Once these one hundred thousand slaves return to Jiaozhi, it will be the time for our Jiaozhi Kingdom to soar!"

The others also laughed one after another.

One hundred thousand slaves...

For a country like Jiaozhi, it would indeed cause a great increase in national strength.

Murong Che smiled faintly: "Great King, I always believe that the Longyan Dynasty is, after all, a Celestial Empire, and surely would not suffer such a loss..."

Luo Huo was taken aback, then laughed heartily: "Mr. is overthinking it. My one hundred and fifty thousand troops are sharpening their blades; who is there to fear? Plus, with these one hundred thousand slaves in hand, do they dare to go back on their word?"

He snorted coldly.

Murong Che smiled faintly, noncommittal.

At this moment, he had already slowly looked toward the city gate of Jiangzhou.

Jiangzhou City, although not as famous as Shuzhou City, is also a thousand-year-old city. The "Ba State" in Bashu culture was located in Jiangzhou.

This city, which would be called 8D magical in later generations, is simply a mountain city. Those roads are all rugged, undulating up and down.

At this time, the other city gates had long been firmly reinforced when Luo Huo occupied Jiangzhou, leaving only this East Gate for entry and exit.

Therefore.

This massive army, wanting to leave Jiangzhou, had to line up and go out one after another. Just the fifty thousand troops, along with the Weaponry and Equipment, supplies, and the cloth, salt, and so on that they had looted from Jiangzhou City... transporting it all was quite cumbersome. One hour, two hours...

Fifty thousand people, and only seventy percent had passed through.

And at this moment.

Besides the army and slaves about to leave the city, in the Jiangzhou City that should have been empty except for Jia Shu and the people he brought, some men in black were hiding in some secret corners.

Some in empty restaurants.

Some in eateries...

Some in cloth shops.

One thousand people were distributed almost evenly throughout every part of Jiangzhou. Every place where each person was located was at the very center of a building complex.

Ancient buildings, it should be said, were all made of wood.

Just after the army set out, these people had already begun to act. Various oils they had collected began to be splashed onto these buildings, onto the rafters, and even onto the roofs.

Everything.

Was quiet and silent.

Everything, however, was in perfect order.

Everything was so tacit.

Murong Che, without needing to look back, knew what the result would be.

At this time, he followed Luo Huo, outside the large Horse Carriage, following at the very end of the army, acting arrogantly, and then, silently counting in his heart.

Ten thousand...

Twenty thousand...

Thirty thousand...

Forty thousand...

Finally.

The Southern Barbarian army, the fifty thousand troops that set out first, finally all left the city after two hours, and after that, it was the one hundred thousand slaves.

Thirty miles outside of Jiangzhou City.

Jiang Xuan sat on a hill, quietly watching the long, long dragon in the distance.

Beside him.

Were all the Liangzhou Army he had brought this time.

Just yesterday, when handing over the captives, Jiang Xuan had already pulled a trick of swapping outfits... letting some captives swap clothes with the Liangzhou Army... After all, the Liangzhou Army that came to receive the captives this time was only five thousand strong. If the Southern Barbarians had reconnaissance capabilities, it would be easy to tell if the Liangzhou Army had secretly left people behind to ambush on the road back to Yong'an.

In this way.

Five thousand disheveled Liangzhou soldiers were left behind.

Behind them, each person was prepared with a Glider, as well as barrel after barrel of Quelehuoduo in the woods.

"General, when do we strike?"

Some people could no longer wait.

Jiang Xuan chuckled: "This time, we are just adding flowers to the brocade; whether we can strike or not still depends on whether the Wangbei Murong Che can succeed!"

He paused, then continued: "But I reckon the time is about right..."

At this moment, it was already noon.

Nearly four hours have passed since the formal withdrawal from the city!

This sentence from Jiang Xuan made every one of these Liangzhou Army soldiers feel full of energy.

Silently, they strapped the Gliders onto their backs, then loaded the barrels of Quelehuoduo onto the Gliders.

Southern Barbarian army...

Prepare to tremble!

The more arrogant you are now, the more bitter and refreshing the feeling will be when you are blocked inside in a moment!

People were still coming out one after another.

Twenty thousand...

Thirty thousand...

Forty thousand...

This time, it was no longer the Southern Barbarian army, but slaves.

Murong Che could not help but feel nervous at this moment.

Soon, it would be soon.

Once the hundred thousand slaves have left the city, that will be the moment Jiangzhou ignites!

Can it succeed?

Murong Che looked at the Southern Barbarian army, who were still singing and dancing, and took a deep breath.

Seventy thousand...

Eighty thousand...

Ninety thousand...

Only the last ten thousand remain.

At this moment, he could not help but look back at Jia Shu, who was still standing on the high tower.

And then...

He looked toward the city gate.

The towering city gate of Jiangzhou was made entirely of thousand-year-old giant timber...

The last five thousand people.

Luo Huo was still drinking and making merry with several beauties he had abducted.

Three thousand left.

Luo Huo was still pulling Murong Che to have a drink with him.

Two thousand left...

One thousand left...

The people present had no idea that a violent fire was about to consume them.

A few hundred left...

By this time, Luo Huo was drunk and unrestrained; he draped an arm over Murong Che's shoulder and laughed, "Mister Murong, for this great achievement, I will certainly reward you well when I return!"

Murong Che.

This time, he did not refuse the topic.

Instead, he slowly turned his head and smiled faintly: "Great King, may I request my own reward?"

Luo Huo was overjoyed: "Naturally! As long as you ask, I will certainly..."

A spring-breeze-like smile appeared on Murong Che's face as he said calmly: "Murong Che wishes for the Great King to remain in this Longyan forever."

"Huh?"

Luo Huo was stunned, completely unable to react.

Just at this moment.

The hundred thousand slaves had all left the city, followed by a few hundred Southern Barbarian soldiers.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Suddenly.

The entire Jiangzhou was filled with waves of explosions, as if a sudden earthquake had occurred.

Luo Huo's expression changed drastically: "Murong Che, you, you... you traitor!"

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Throughout all of Jiangzhou, there were explosions everywhere, followed by fire.

The first to bear the brunt was the city gate; the violent explosion caused the entire gate to collapse.

This only gate of Jiangzhou was blocked just like that!