Shulong Daojun

The newcomer was handsome and dashing, flanked by two children with graying faces, followed by several local deities in blue robes and a large group of refugees.

It was the Scale Book that arrived as scheduled.

Unlike the armored civilians, the refugees included the elderly, children, women and kids, whose physical strength and stamina were naturally insufficient. If they wanted to travel a hundred miles in three days, they would inevitably need external assistance.

Fortunately, thanks to Gu Changming's introduction, Lin Shu and the two county magistrates had already reached a tacit understanding. In addition, the matter of rescuing them had just passed, so asking them for a small favor was not a problem.

That's how the accompanying land came into being.

The same applies to Beichen.

Upon reaching the vicinity of Pingjiang City, Lin Shu stopped, looked around, and after about two breaths, turned to the local deities and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

The local deities tensed up and quickly bowed, saying, "We wouldn't dare, sir, you flatter us."

Lin Shu nodded slightly, stroked the child's round head, and after a brief probe, sensed the presence of Jiang Heng and the others, and smiled faintly.

As if remembering something, he raised his hand above his head, paused for a moment, and then pressed it down neatly.

A roar followed, initially surging like a tide, then rising higher and higher, its momentum terrifying, continuous and unending, finally merging into one:

"Abandon the army and become a good person, receive provisions and settle down—"

The commotion was quite significant, spreading far and wide, reaching the ears of the garrison troops on Pingjiang City and the refugees below.

The garrison soldier frowned slightly, gazing at the horizon, and thought to himself, "Where did these soldiers come from? Including yesterday's group, this makes two waves now."

The refugees outside the city looked on anxiously, spoke hesitantly, and grew increasingly panicked.

After that loud shout, several daring individuals sneaked out to spy last night. When they returned, they all looked terrified, muttering "The garrison is coming."

Before long, the sounds of shoving and cursing over the grain, the helpless cries and the hurried footsteps mingled together.

Some people went for a night run—those who were strong and healthy.

The remaining ones weren't unwilling to escape, but they were hungry and had no food. Where could they go?

After a long silence, without realizing it, the person was still in the same place.

the other side.

The man with leopard eyes stood tall and waited silently, while the ten body-refining disciples and the thousand armored civilians remained motionless.

When another shout came from the other side, he cupped his hands slightly and said to the ten people, "Thank you for your trouble, fellow disciples."

The ten men were startled and quickly returned the greeting.

The man with leopard eyes took a deep breath, curled his fingers, and shouted: "All troops, listen to my command—Xu Jin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of synchronized footsteps suddenly rang out.

A thousand armored civilians, spears in hand, marched towards Pingjiang City with a soft shout every ten steps and a loud shout every hundred steps.

Jiang Heng's eyes flickered slightly. He turned to the side and whispered a few words to the local earth god in blue, then helped the county magistrate to follow slowly.

At the same time, Lin Shu and Bei Chen each led a group of refugees from a county, shouting together as they walked towards Pingjiang City.

A cacophony of voices erupted from the east, west, and south, shaking the trees and halting the clouds, echoing each other and pressing down on one side, just like a colossal flying serpent soaring into the sky and circling above Pingjiang City.

And it's getting closer and closer, becoming more and more terrifying.

Upon hearing this, the refugees outside the city narrowed their eyes, their throats twitched slightly, and as they took a step back, they bumped into the people around them and were squeezed together.

They stood back to back, eyes wide, staring intently into the distance, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions: fear, anxiety, and helplessness.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise arose from the crowd—

The refugees outside the city trembled at first. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a child crying loudly. They breathed a sigh of relief, but their eyes became increasingly complicated.

But when I looked back, all that remained was horror.

Everyone felt a sudden tremor beneath their feet as a burly figure descended from the sky, causing the ground to collapse and crack, revealing a huge, deep pit.

Immediately, the burly figure leaped lightly out of the pit, landing with a single stomp of his foot. After a dull thud, a round pit appeared beneath his feet.

The refugees looked terrified and horrified, and then became completely bewildered.

They all thought it was the garrison troops from the three counties who had come, but what was going on with this kind of situation?

Just as I was wondering, a strong tremor suddenly struck from all directions, like an earthquake, making people lose their balance.

Before the refugees could react, their bodies swayed, their legs gave way, and they collapsed to their knees.

When they came to their senses, they saw nine more burly figures appear around them, forming a circle with only two gaps.

One faces down to Pingjiang City, and the other faces directly towards the city.

A series of orderly footsteps sounded from the front, and gleaming spears came into view.

"All troops—advance!"

A command, seemingly from nowhere, descended with the force of a great bell, pressing down heavily.

Ten burly figures took a step forward simultaneously, and a deep pit suddenly appeared. The ground cracked open, and the crack extended for several meters before stopping, resembling a long snake coiling its body, revealing a threatening appearance.

Then, a thousand armored civilians strode forward in unison, thrusting their spears forward and shouting, "Yes, sir!"

After the first voice faded, only a few breaths later, two more voices rang out in succession: "Abandon the army and become good citizens, receive provisions and settle down!"

At this moment, one cry was barely quelled before another rose up, and the refugees felt as if their hearts were being crushed again and again.

They looked around in panic, only to be met with ten grinning, ferocious faces, a thousand sharp spearheads gleaming with cold light, and a dark mass of figures approaching from afar, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Just then, another command rang out: "All troops—advance two steps!"

Before the words were even finished, the hearts and minds of the refugees collapsed instantly. The fear that had been building up for days surged out like a flood bursting its banks, becoming uncontrollable.

"Spare us! Spare us!" A small majority of the people cried out in surrender.

Most of the people took the opportunity to get up and fled in different directions.

However, as they approached the ten burly figures, they suddenly felt a tremor beneath their feet, and they turned around and hurriedly ran to another place.

As for the group of a thousand armored civilians, with their spears in front of them, no one dared to challenge them.

Like rivers that have been diverted by human intervention, eventually flowing into the sea, most of the refugees, fleeing in panic, were unknowingly driven to the outskirts of Pingjiang City.

This scene appears to be a siege, but in reality, they were forced to retreat to the city walls.

When there was no way to retreat any further, ten body-refining disciples and a thousand armored civilians had surrounded the refugees, enclosing them like sheep in a fence.

next moment.

Suddenly, a thousand armored civilians parted to the sides, opening up a passageway through which two figures, an old man and a young boy, slowly walked.

It was Jiang Heng and the county magistrate.

Jiang Heng leaned close to the county magistrate, nodding repeatedly as if he had received some instructions.

After a moment, he cupped his hands slightly and said softly, "Yes, sir."

He then strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding refugees, and asked in a deep voice, "By order of the county magistrate, I have come to inquire whether you are willing to surrender?"