Explosions continued to occur throughout Xuan'an City.
While Mopa was still enjoying himself in his mansion, he received the news that Mu Zian's army had already entered the city.
Without a second thought, Mopa rushed out of the mansion to prepare for resistance.
After all, there were as many as 10,000 Xiongnu people stationed in the entire Xuan'an City.
Even without the protection of the city walls, the number of people on both sides was roughly the same.
Mopa was confident that he could drive these Han Chinese out of his city.
However, when he actually rushed into the street, he was stunned by what he saw.
One of the soldiers of the Beggars' Army chased and killed hundreds of Xiongnu people.
These Xiongnu people dared not resist at all; they were all running for their lives.
Upon seeing this, Mopa felt his blood rush to his head and immediately roared.
What are you doing?
"You are warriors of the grasslands! How can you be so cowardly! Charge back and kill all these Han people!"
However, the Huns who were running wildly paid no attention to Mopa's roar.
At this moment, I can only blame my parents for not giving me more legs when they gave birth to me. Why can't I run fast with these dead legs?
Seeing his orders ignored, Mopa was furious!
He immediately drew his scimitar and, without even bothering to mount his horse, charged straight at the soldier from the Beggars' Army!
Before he could even reach the beggar army, a dark shadow fell from the sky and landed right at his feet.
Mopa looked down and saw that the thing was square and looked like a lump of tofu wrapped in brown linen.
A pungent smell wafted over, and suddenly it seemed to remind Mopa of something.
That day, the air in front of Fuling City seemed to be filled with this smell.
Mopa suddenly felt his mind go blank, and at that moment he seemed to understand why his bravest warriors had run away.
Before Mopa could react, a surging wave of air rushed towards him.
With a deafening roar, Mopa was instantly blasted into a cloud of blood mist.
His head rose high into the air, trailing a long plume of smoke.
The guards who came out with Mopa were all stunned by what they saw.
Their commander seems to be a bit dead.
As for the Xiongnu garrison in Xuan'an City, their fighting strength is even less than that of ten thousand pigs.
After all, they were already terrified by the "divine thunder".
They categorized things that science could not explain as ghosts and spirits.
The towering city walls of Xuan'an were reinforced under their watchful eyes.
They know best how much rock and soil they used.
However, this seemingly solid wall suddenly collapsed!
This situation is no less severe than that in "The Three-Body Problem".
Earthlings watched as their two thousand-plus star-class warships, built with painstaking effort, were destroyed by a tiny droplet of water dropped by the Trisolarans.
The crushing of one era by another is so ruthless and cruel.
What does it matter to you if I destroy you? It is the contempt of the strong and the trampling of the weak.
Those who called themselves the "Beggars of Survival" had no intention of living at all.
If they hadn't been shouting in Chinese as they charged, Mu Zian would have thought he had traveled to the Middle East.
To the Xiongnu people inside the city, these people could no longer be called human beings.
They are heavenly soldiers and generals, evil spirits crawling out of hell, and divine punishment bestowed by the Eternal Heaven.
If that's not the case, how could such a large city as Xuan'an have been breached in less than six hours?
When Mu Zian and Jia Xu rode their horses one after the other into Xuan'an City.
Looking at the mangled corpses of the Xiongnu people on both sides of the road, even Jia Xu, who was known for his cunning and ruthless tactics, was somewhat stunned.
Xuan'an City is not only one of the important bases of the Xiongnu people in Liangzhou today.
It was also one of the few cities where the Xiongnu people could demonstrate their strength.
They were already tactically trapped in Liangzhou by Mu Zi'an, unable to advance or retreat.
Before Xuan'an City fell, they were still able to have a fairly fair conversation, relying on half of Liangzhou's territory and several cities in Liangzhou.
However, the fact that Xuan'an City was breached in six hours meant that the Xiongnu's last trump card had completely lost its effectiveness.
Whether from a tactical or strategic perspective, the Xiongnu had completely lost all advantages.
This was merely a new army of ten thousand men formed from slaves under Mu Zi'an's command.
At present, Mu Zian is not only the most powerful Duke in Dali, but also the Governor of Liangzhou, who controls the military and political power of Liangzhou.
This means that if Mu Zian were willing, he could easily assemble an army of 100,000, 200,000, or even 300,000, similar to the Beggars' Army.
With such power to shake the heavens and earth, where in the world can't one go?
At this moment, Jia Xu, on horseback, quietly watched Mu Zi'an's back, his eyes flashing with a dark and brooding light.
As the saying goes, "A common man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure." This proverb describes someone who possesses such a powerful weapon and also owns a high-yield crop like the sweet potato.
One can bring peace to the world, the other can bring tranquility to the people.
Which emperor in the world could tolerate such a minister?
In a flash, Jia Xu closed his eyes, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions.
After a long while, when Jia Xu opened his eyes again, his gaze became sharp.
From the moment they established the Beggars' Army, it was clear they were already on a path of no return.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
On the streets of Xuan'an City, the terrified Xiongnu people knelt on the ground, shouting in broken Chinese.
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