In the afternoon, during everyone’s lunch, the sound of chaos suddenly flooded the streets.
“Run! Fast! The Dongxia army broke through the western stronghold of our country. They’ve come to attack us!”
“Yesss! The Dongxia army is too fierce! They managed to break through the stronghold in half a day!”
“They broke through the western stronghold first thing this morning. They’re now heading this way like an impenetrable force!”
“Ah? Are you serious?”
“Yesss! The civilians from the West are running to the North right now! If we don’t run, we’ll only be waiting to be captured!”
“Run! Run away! At this speed, the Misty Rain City will be ravaged in two to three days! Civilians won’t survive!”
On the balcony, Han Moze and Liu Rushuang watched the civilians of the Misty Rain City grab their wrapped belongings and ran away. They clenched their hands with a serious look on their faces.
“Ze, Dongxia’s too brutal! Whilst you weren’t in the capital and unable to take control, they took the chance to break through the stronghold and plotted to take Beiming in one swift move! How vile!” Liu Rushuang cried chillingly through gritted teeth.
“Yes! Who’s to say that the southern and eastern sides haven’t already been broken through?! It looks like the three other nations have discussed dividing my nation,” said Han Moze as he furrowed his brows.
Lian Jiuhua grabbed his wrapped belongings and charged in. “Young brother, let’s run away too,” he said.
Lin Ye, Mo Ye, and Mei Ye also grabbed their belongings, then stepped outside.
“Milady, can we defeat a million troops from Dongxia with our hundreds of men? Let’s head back to the capital first,” Mei Ye tried to persuade with furrowed brows.
Le Zhengyu sat sprawled on Liu Rushuang’s shoulder and watched everything.
“Big sister, judging by the Dongxia army’s circumstances, they should be attacking soon! If we don’t flee now, what’s going to happen when we get captured?!”
Liu Rushuang watched as the dozens of shadow guards and assassins rushed into the room.
“Ze, what do you plan to do?” Han Moze asked with furrowed brows.
Han Moze shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Dongxia broke through the western stronghold so quickly, proving that they are really strong. We can’t go back to the capital. We must stay and prevent Dongxia from attacking. Otherwise, it won’t be long until Beiming’s been vanquished at this speed,” Han Moze said with a deep and resounding voice.
“Ah? Little brother, how do you plan to stop them?” Lian Jiuhua’s eyes widened.
“Yes! We simply can’t fight against Dongxia,” said Mei Ye.
Han Moze furrowed her brows and looked at the crowd of fleeing people on the streets. “We’ll have to fight them, even if we can’t fight. We must use our intelligence,” Han Moze said with a deep and resounding voice.
“Ze, I approve of your methods. We can’t run away and at our fastest speed, it’ll take several days to rush to the Capital. By then, the army will have arrived and Dongxia would have definitely taken many cities out. On top of it all, the two other nations must have seized many cities, so it would be hopeless trying to salvage the situation,” Liu Rushuang told Han Moze.
“Young master, an urgent message came from the capital!” Cried Wuxin from outside the guest room.
Han Moze turned around with a solemn look on his face. “Come in!”
Wuxin opened the door and walked up to Han Moze, then handed the envelope in Han Moze’s hands.
Han Moze opened the envelope and read the letter with a grin.
“Ze, what did the letter say?” Liu Rushuang asked.
Han Moze forced a smile. “The sixth royal brother sent out the general to lead the army of six million soldiers to the western stronghold. I reckon they should reach us in two days.”
Liu Rushuang’s eyes lit up. “This is a good thing. That way, we’ll have a very big chance at defeating Dongxia’s army of a million men.”