In the dark night, Tiemian's eyes behind the mask were extremely sharp, like a cold sword shining brightly in the light of fireflies, dancing with a cold light that shocked the world. The man in front of him, who was also wearing a mask, also had a deep light in his eyes. When he looked at Tiemian, it was like two iron weapons clashing together in the light of fire, evenly matched, with no clear winner.

After a silence of less than two minutes, Tiemian told them about the remaining forces of Daxia and the matters that had been dealt with. Then, this huge black cloud moving on the ground moved towards Longgang step by step, with the spirit of breaking through all things.

Is it really possible to set off overnight?

Tiemian knew that they wanted to launch a surprise attack, but it was still difficult for 500,000 troops to face Daxia. If it was in the past, it would be fine, but Daxia now was different from before. Therefore, after discussing with his advisers, Tiemian reorganized 100,000 troops and followed from a distance, heading east without exposing his presence.

When the 500,000-man army arrived outside Longgang, the sky was already turning pale. The army lay on the ground, pressed against the corpses, but their steel-like faces were like machines without any emotion, as if they were wearing invisible masks. The corpses of southern merchants were around them, and the stench was disgusting, but they still stared ahead, waiting for the order to launch a charge that would be fatal to the Daxia people and earn back their face and dignity.

It is hard for ordinary people to imagine what kind of training this army has gone through to become like this, but they have lost a lot of things, and all they have left is to execute orders and fight. They are no longer complete people. After being controlled by Jingxuan, they have become the real demons in the Nanshang army, good for nothing but fighting. But it is precisely because of them that they bring infinite possibilities for victory to Nanshang.

The young man wearing a pure black mask was at the forefront of the army, and his vitality had carefully probed into the Daxia camp. There was a barrier of vitality there, which prevented him from accurately sensing the number of people and their status. But Tiemian said that all the powerful men of Daxia were injured and had already lost their basic combat effectiveness. In other words, as long as the attack they launched was sudden enough, the entire army would suffer!

After retracting his vital energy like a dragonfly skimming the water, the young man observed the Daxia camp. There was very little movement, no noise, only a few figures on the sentry post proved that there were still people alive in the camp, but it seemed extremely lonely. But this was normal, because the distance was still far, even for a cultivator, it was difficult to see everything clearly without the energy blocking it. And they had just won a victory, so it was not surprising to relax their vigilance.

There are many prerequisites and conditions for attacking, and the young man was not reckless. Seeing this, Tiemian, who was at the rear of the army, could not help but say to Ji Lao beside him:

"This boy is truly a genius."

"How can there be so many geniuses? Don't always make them into myths. Wang Ling has been praised too much, which is why he has developed such a self-centered and intolerant personality."

"Old Ji, you don't know that this boy is your majesty's illegitimate son. He takes his mother's surname and is named Yang Jing. Although he started practicing late, he is already 27 years old and has just entered the realm of the Venerable. He is a rare dual-practitioner in the world."

"Double line?"

Ji Lao wanted to refute, but after hearing this word, he immediately focused his attention, and a complex and serious look appeared in his eyes. Shuangxing means a practitioner who possesses two kinds of five elements. Such existence is really rare. Wang Ling is not considered a genius in Ji Lao's eyes, but Yang Jing, I am afraid he can really stand this word.

No one in the army was urging them to move, but in front of them, Yang Jing looked at the wisps of smoke floating in the air and couldn't help but frown, thinking there was something fishy. These wisps of smoke drifted in the air very lonely, echoing the morning glow, and it seemed nothing wrong, but for a military camp, what could these wisps of smoke steam?

When he looked again, the smoke from the cooking stove had become an invisible provocation, as if it was mocking Yang Jing for not daring to come, and it was also like a strange temptation, asking them to rush into the camp. This feeling made Yang Jing unpredictable, like there was bait on the fishhook, but there was no one on the other end of the fishing rod connected to the fishing line. Yang Jing was cautious in his actions, but he felt more and more that something was wrong. He didn't want to waste a great opportunity. Even if the Daxia army had left, he could still chase them for a distance. Therefore, he stood up and gave the order.

"rush!"

There were a few dirty blood spots on the armor on his chest, which were the blood on the ground. But those who do great things will not care about that little bit of filth, because he himself is not clean, especially the hands hidden under the steel fists, which are stained with blood enough to fill the whole city.

Without a charge horn or shout, Yang Jing led an army of 500,000 men silently into the camp of the Great Xia Alliance, overwhelmed their sentries, destroyed the checkpoints, and headed straight into their camp.

The army was like a giant, with a heavy line, trying to crush the camp of the Great Xia Alliance. The practitioners were hiding in the army, and they quickly shuttled through the tents. They saw swords, sticks, bowls, chopsticks, and bedding, but there was no one. Yang Jing looked at a bowl of porridge. When he touched the bottom of the bowl, it was still warm, so he stopped searching and looked to the east, with a few thoughts of fighting in his heart.

When did Daxia's sense of smell become so sharp? They retreated before he arrived, and in such a timely manner. Yang Jing didn't think this was a coincidence, so he carefully analyzed the information he had and the information provided by Tiemian, and concluded that there was a master in Daxia. Although he knew about Xia Xiao's existence, Yang Jing didn't think it was Xia Xiao's doing. In his mind, he thought that his breath was detected, so they withdrew. And the scarecrows on the sentry post were just toys to fool himself.

But the powerful Qulun in the Daxia Alliance were all injured and had no time to take action. Who could it be? Could there be another powerful person in the Daxia Alliance?

Yang Jing, who was standing outside the house, quickly rejected this idea. He walked around the tent while thinking about how to deal with the Great Xia camp. In the end, he gave up the pursuit because there were too many unstable factors, and ordered:

"Burn this place down and return to Fujikawa to await orders."

"yes!"

The firewood and fire sticks were immediately taken in the hands of this group of evil thieves and set fire everywhere.

Soon, thick smoke rose up everywhere and floated into the sky. This army, which was still dark in the early morning, quickly left, like a dark thing escaping from the light and returning to the darkness.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and the Nanshang army could not help but rejoice. Even if Daxia did not suffer any casualties, Longgang would be occupied by them. If they retreated, they would advance.

This situation was obviously not expected by the southern merchants. These past few days were full of unexpected things. Tiemian and Ji Lao looked at the fire, which was so small in comparison, but they talked in a tone that could control a larger fire:

"Since Daxia has taken the initiative to give up the first line of defense, I wonder who is giving the instructions."

As the general of Nanshang, Tiemian was familiar with the art of war and understood the current situation better. It was a good thing to leave before sending out strong men. Although it would lose some territory, it might save the army. In this long tug-of-war, the most important thing was to preserve the number of troops. But he didn't know about the arrival and raid of the army this morning until the moment. How did they make the decision?

"There must be a counselor behind the scenes. When I entered the camp earlier, there were a lot of leftovers, but there was no mess. This shows that they were well prepared. When the time came, they packed up and left, leaving behind only these simple tents that are difficult to clean. Compared to life, these things are indeed dispensable, but their noses are too sensitive."

"What else did you discover, Senior?"

"The white shed in Daxia is gone. It's impossible for the shed that can hold 300 beds to be cleaned up in a few hours. Judging from the freshness of the soil, I'm afraid they left last night."

"In other words, they started to evacuate after defeating us yesterday?"

"Yes! I guess the matter was discussed and decided even earlier."

"Victory and defeat are common on the battlefield, but there are probably not many who can remain so calm after winning a battle. It is the first time I have seen such a demoralizing thing as retreating after winning a battle. It is really a unique move, and the timing is just right. We originally planned to conquer Daxia in a year, but now it seems like a fantasy. Just that unknown strategist is enough for us to spend a lot of time to find and deal with."

Ji Lao nodded silently. Such intelligence and strategy shocked and impressed him secretly. But he had never heard of such an outstanding person in Daxia. Even the little-known Su Zhongmou would not do such a thing.

Who would ask the army to abandon the front line and run to the rear when morale is high? The more experienced the counselor, the less likely he is to do such a thing, because it will lose the national prestige and military dignity. But if it were not for the minister's method, how could the emperor of Daxia listen? How could Lin Tian execute it? When facing the danger of national destruction, the general leading the army can control the army better than the emperor.

However, they could not figure out the truth of this matter no matter how hard they tried, so they could only be on guard blindly. But the target of their guard was not clear. After all, even if there was a traitor, the time would not match, and it could only be attributed to coincidence. But this explanation could only comfort themselves, and even comfort was not enough.

The Daxia army was followed by many practitioners. They were riding on horses and stopped when they saw Longgang in the distance turned into a ball of fire. The wisps of smoke above Longgang had dissipated, and the peaceful scene was replaced by billowing black smoke. The moment they left the camp, they could only move forward and could no longer retreat.

However, since the camp was burned, it meant that the order they followed was correct. If they had left a little later, what would have been burned would not be the simple tents, but the army, or Daxia's ability to protect itself. So everyone was still very grateful, but giving up their own land was a shame no matter how they thought about it.

"Everyone has gone far away, catch up!"

The horse turned around and followed to the end of the team, also guarding one side.