The tent erupted in chaos, with the barbarian warriors roaring in anger.
Waving his scimitar, he wished he could rush out and fight Lu Yan to the death.
"That son of a bitch Lu Yan! Does he really think our barbarian tribe is easy to bully?!"
"Fight them! Even if I die, I'll cut off Lu Yan's dog head!"
"Chieftain, give the order! Let us slaughter all these scum from Shannan County!"
The once arrogant barbarians are now like a pack of wild beasts cornered against a wall.
It was filled with anger and resentment.
Their former glory seemed utterly insignificant in the face of Lu Yan's musket.
An elderly barbarian sage stepped forward and said, trembling:
"Clan leader, Lu Yan is currently riding high, not to mention we were severely weakened recently. A direct confrontation might be... perhaps not a wise move!"
“Yes, chieftain,” another warrior echoed.
"How about... how about we retreat from this place first, preserve our strength, and then plan for the future?"
"Withdraw?" Arba suddenly stood up and kicked over the low table in front of him.
“Our barbarian tribe has lived here for generations, and the graves of our ancestors are all here. Where can we retreat to?”
"Are we to wander around like stray dogs?"
"But chieftain, as long as the green hills remain, there's always hope for a future resurgence!"
The wise man earnestly advised, "If we fight Lu Yan head-on now, it's like throwing an egg against a rock!"
"Then what do you suggest? Surrender?" Arba roared.
The wise man trembled with fright and immediately knelt down.
"Clan leader, please calm your anger! That's not what I meant! I just... I just felt we should be more cautious..."
Another scout rushed into the tent and knelt down.
"Chief! Good news! The people we sent to the main branch for help have sent word back that the main branch's reinforcements will arrive soon!"
"Really?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Ariba's eyes.
When will the reinforcements arrive?
“At most…at most three months!” the scout said excitedly.
“Three months…” Arba pondered for a moment.
"Three months, can we hold out until then?"
The wise man quickly said:
"Chief, if we can feign surrender to lull Lu Yan into a false sense of security and buy time,"
"Once the main force arrives, we can launch a coordinated attack from within and without and annihilate Lu Yan in one fell swoop!"
Arba nodded:
"Alright! Let's do it this way! First, send someone to Shannan County to feign surrender and buy time!"
Before he could finish speaking, a piercing scream suddenly came from outside the tent:
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack—"
The sharp cry pierced the silent night sky.
What followed was the deafening sound of horses' hooves and gunfire.
Arba's expression changed drastically. He grabbed his scimitar and rushed out of the tent.
Flames soared into the sky, and shouts of battle shook the earth.
The army from Shannan County surged into the barbarian camp like a tidal wave.
"What's going on? How did they get here so quickly?"
Arba stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Rockets rained down from the sky like fire, turning the barbarian camp into a sea of flames.
The air was filled with a strong, acrid smell, and screams and shouts filled the air.
Those barbarian warriors, their bodies ablaze, rolled on the ground like fireballs.
He tried in vain to extinguish the flames on his body.
But it only sent the sparks flying further, igniting even more tents.
"Damn Lu Yan! How dare he!"
Arba roared, brandishing his scimitar, trying to organize a counterattack.
He never expected that Lu Yan would choose this time and this method to launch an attack.
He originally thought Lu Yan would wait until dawn before launching his attack.
Or at least they will send someone to negotiate first, giving themselves a chance to surrender.
But he was wrong; Lu Yan had no intention of giving him any chance at all.
"Chieftain, let's get out of here quickly! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!"
The wise man cried out in terror, his voice trembling so much it was almost inaudible.
He grabbed Arba's arm and tried to pull him away.
Arba flung the wise man's arm away and roared:
"Evacuate? Where to evacuate? Our home is right here!"
"As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn, clan chief!"
The wise man earnestly advised him.
"If we fight Lu Yan head-on now, it's like throwing an egg against a rock!"
"Let's retreat to Beixiang first, and then come back to fight once the main army arrives!"
Arba hesitated for a moment, knowing that the wise man was right.
The situation is completely out of control now; staying here will only lead to certain death.
He looked around at his people struggling in the flames, his heart filled with grief, indignation, and resentment.
"Okay! Let's retreat!"
Arba finally made the difficult decision.
Led by Arba, his close confidants ran wildly.
The firelight behind them illuminated their faces and their unwilling eyes.
They were once the masters of this land, but now they are like stray dogs, fleeing everywhere.
...
Under the firelight, the soldiers of Shannan County poured into the barbarian camp like a flood bursting its banks.
Barbarian warriors, however fierce and brave, are like paper in the face of muskets.
They roared and brandished their swords.
But they could only watch helplessly as their companions fell one by one.
Blood stained the ground beneath their feet, forming tiny streams.
Lu Fei held a musket in each hand, firing with both hands, the muzzles spitting out flames.
The heads of the two barbarian warriors instantly exploded, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.
"Awesome!" Lu Fei exclaimed excitedly.
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