Li Chuang was greatly surprised when he heard this.

Are these teams coming for us?

“No,” the scout cavalryman quickly replied.

"Some of these teams are heading east, and some are heading west. It seems they want to take over the entire Ji Province."

“Jizhou is mine. We have already occupied two counties in Jizhou. After we take over the three cities of Longcheng, I will take over Jizhou.” Li Chuang cracked his knuckles.

“Chuang King, Longcheng is currently sparsely defended with only a few thousand troops.” Liu Guo stood up beside him. “This is the perfect opportunity for us to destroy Jiang Tian.”

Gao Yigong quickly cupped his hands and said, "King Chuang, is this Jiang Tian's trick? Jiang Tian knows that we are pressing in with a large army, but he has transferred tens of thousands of troops out of the city."

He's putting on a show for us, a classic "empty city stratagem."

Li Chuang frowned and looked at the scout cavalrymen: "How far is Jiang Tian's tens of thousands of troops from the city?"

"King Chuang need not worry. The troops Jiang Tian sent out are not there to attack us, but to attack Chen Youliang's territory."

Most of Jizhou has fallen into Chen Youliang's hands.

This time, Jiang Tian is courting death.

"What do you mean?" Everyone looked at Li Chuang.

"Jiang Tian is arrogant and self-righteous. When the army was pressing in, he actually transferred the entire force out. Regardless of whether he was really going to attack these counties in Ji Province."

Chen Youliang and his men will definitely not let Jiang Tian go.

At this point, Li Chuang slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly: "Time waits for no one, everyone, send troops to Longcheng immediately."

"The vanguard must create chaos around the outskirts of Dragon City."

“There are still members of our assassin group alive. They will definitely create panic in the city.”

"These next few days will be Jiang Tian's death day."

At this point, Li Chuang burst into laughter: "Chen Youliang wanted to compete with me in killing Jiang Tian, ​​but even the heavens were on my side."

Faced with Jiang Tian's aggressive army, Chen Youliang will certainly be overwhelmed.

"Notify Young Master Huang in the city to assist the assassin group members in causing trouble in the city."

We must create panic.

"promise……"

…………

Outside of Dragon City.

The ten-mile-long porridge stalls were all neatly arranged.

"Line up! Line up!" the person distributing porridge shouted to the disaster victims.

"Don't rush, everyone will get a share."

"Now that we've come to Lord Jiang's territory, we'll make sure you have a full stomach."

More and more disaster victims are arriving from afar.

These disaster victims were suffering and starving. They were dressed in rags, and some didn't even have a complete set of clothes.

The vast majority of the disaster victims were disheveled and barefoot.

Upon seeing the refugees surging in from afar, the staff at the porridge shop knew that there must be rebels ahead and that a battle was definitely taking place.

“A large number of disaster victims have arrived.”

"After this pot of porridge is cooked, continue cooking the next pot of porridge."

Soon, the thick and fragrant porridge was steaming hot.

The disaster victims walked slowly in neat rows.

They were genuine disaster victims; you could tell at a glance.

Just then, near the dozens of large pots, a number of large ladles were being reached into the pots.

There was powder in every spoon.

These large spoons were used to vigorously stir the thick porridge more than a dozen times.

The powder in the spoon quickly dispersed in the porridge.

"Line up, line up, we're here to serve you porridge."

The people walked over expectantly, carrying their broken bowls.

One spoonful after another of steaming hot porridge was poured into their worn-out bowls.

After receiving their share of porridge, the people quickly moved to the side.

Several large wooden barrels were placed next to it.

The wooden bucket contained steaming hot steamed buns and flatbread.

Each person is given a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun or a flatbread at each meal.

That was enough to fill their stomachs.

Throughout the ten miles of porridge shops, all the thin porridge in the large pots was distributed.

Soon, a large amount of white powder mixed with rice was poured into the pot.

Buckets of water were poured into the huge pot.

The firewood and straw underneath the pot were crackling and popping as they burned.

To cook a pot of porridge until it's thoroughly cooked and well-cooked, it takes at least half an hour.

Seeing the flood of disaster victims pouring in from afar, numbering at least 20,000 to 30,000, everyone sped up their work.

In the distance, countless tiny black dots reappeared on the horizon.

It was obvious that even more disaster victims flocked in.

Sudden.

Instead of cooking the porridge for the disaster victims, they poured all the porridge from their bowls onto the ground.

They were shouting loudly.

"This porridge is poisoned."

"Damn it, someone wants to kill us."

"These bastards pretend to be kind and benevolent, but they just want to poison us."

"My stomach hurts so much."

"Fellow villagers, don't be fooled by these people. This porridge is poisoned and you can't eat it anymore."

The porridge spilled on the ground and immediately started to bubble.

Many people fell to the ground, clutching their stomachs and rolling around in pain.

Soon, someone died, bleeding from all seven orifices, a gruesome sight.

The patrolling soldiers panicked when they saw it.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"What exactly is going on?"

"This porridge is poisoned."

"Sir, someone is poisoning us."

Those who ate the most died on the spot.

Those who ate less were in excruciating pain, clutching their stomachs and screaming loudly.

That's how you call out.

All the disaster victims were in chaos.

Some troublemakers were shouting loudly in the crowd.

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