Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 90: Time, Luck, and Fate
Longcheng, the Liucheng of the Han Dynasty.

Murong Huang made this his capital and laid the foundation for the Murong clan's century-long foundation.

Their ancestral temples, palaces, ancestral halls and tombs are all located inside and outside the city.

This is the holy place in Murong Fu’s heart and the hometown in his dreams.

At this moment, Longcheng is experiencing the most tragic crisis since its founding.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang~~~"

A giant crane, taller than the city wall, stretched out its long bucket and scraped the wall.

The city wall, which was mainly made of rammed earth bricks, continued to collapse and fall apart under the heavy pressure of the huge shovel.

As soon as the bucket was scraped, a large piece of it would break off immediately.

The so-called solid city defense became like rags in front of heavy machinery.

"Shoot the arrows, shoot the arrows~~~"

The defenders shot arrows desperately and threw stones and wood at the crane.

Pots of golden juice poured over, adding a smoky smell of boiled shit to the hook machine.

The hook machine seemed to be oblivious to these superficial attacks.

He continued to stretch the bucket, digging at the city wall and creating a huge gap.

‘Woo! ’

A crossbow bolt as thick as a baby's arm whizzed over and hit the car window.

The thick bulletproof glass was actually cracked.

Lin Dao, who was in the cab, glanced over.

On the corner tower not far away, a crossbow was still shaking slightly.

"Have we finally found the flaw in the hook machine?"

Lin Dao pushed and pulled the joystick, turning his long arm to pull the crossbow.

Without any surprise, with one shovelful of dirt, the bed crossbow and most of the corner tower collapsed together.

"Fortunately they don't have cannons."

"If only there were a red cannon from the late Ming Dynasty, I could fire it at close range."

Lin Dao drove the crane slowly backwards. The moat on this side had already been filled by the crane.

A large number of beggar soldiers came forward with shields raised.

Climb into the city along the ruins of the collapsed city wall.

The Qihuo Army chased the Xianbei Murong clan all the way from the banks of the Yishui River to Longcheng, the old nest of the Xianbei Murong clan.

The last remnants of the Xianbei Murong clan were blocked here.

"Your Majesty~~~"

Inside the palace, a soldier came to report, "The beggar army has entered the city!"

Murong Jun, who escaped from the bank of Yishui River using his younger brother as bait, waved his hand expressionlessly, signaling the soldiers to leave.

There has been no news of King Murong Huang of Yan since the Battle of Yishui.

Everyone thought Murong Huang was dead.

Murong Jun fled back to Jicheng and hastily proclaimed himself king.

The next day after he became king, he fled again and fled to Longcheng.

I thought that once the Xianbei Murong clan withdrew from Youzhou, the Qihuo Army would stop.

But in the end, the Qihuo Army chased them all the way to Longcheng.

"What exactly is this for?"

Murong Jun was puzzled by this and asked, "How did I offend the Qihuo Army?"

"Is there some deep and unresolved hatred between you and the Qihuo Army?"

"Why do you have to kill me?!"

Since arriving at the bank of Yishui River until now, Murong Jun has been thinking about this matter.

But I still can't get the answer.

The Xianbei Murong clan and the Qihuo army had no grudges in the past and no enmity in the present.

They were even colleagues who nominally submitted to the Eastern Jin court in Jiangzuo, so why did they have to be killed?
"Your Majesty."

Only two members of the Murong clan escaped from the banks of the Yishui River.

Apart from Murong Jun, the only one who escaped was Murong Ping, who had fled early when he saw the situation was not good.

He stepped forward eagerly, "Let's run."

"run?"

Murong Jun's face was expressionless. "Where else can I run to?"

To the south is the Qihuo Army, and to the east is the sea.

To the north is Goguryeo and to the west is the prairie.

Except the sea, everything is an enemy.

No matter whose hands it falls into, the result will be the same.

Some even died in a very miserable way.

Now think about it, he used to attack from all sides and offend people everywhere, and ended up in such a situation now, where even Murong Huang's son-in-law became his enemy.

Not only can they not find reinforcements, but everyone is trying to take advantage of their misfortune, eat their flesh and drink their blood!

Looking at Murong Ping, who looked terrified, the new King of Yan smiled sadly and said, "Uncle, please run for your life."

"If you survive, remember to hide your identity and live on, continuing the Murong family's bloodline."

"Your Majesty~~~" Murong Ping was so moved that he burst into tears.

My nephew, who has always been rebellious, has become so reasonable at this moment.

Murong Jun turned around and waved.

Murong Ping, who was crying uncontrollably, bowed solemnly, then stood up and left, wiping his tears.

Murong Jun stood there silently with his eyes closed, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, Murong Jun finally opened his eyes when he heard the faint sound of fighting.

He drew his knife and walked towards the back hall.

After a short while, the cries and wails of women and children could be heard from the hall, which was already piled with firewood.

Wait until the crying and shouting stop.

Murong Jun, covered in blood and with disheveled hair, staggered out.

Looking around, Murong Jun threw away the knife in his hand that had already cut a hole in it, and laughed out loud with his head raised.

The laughter was desolate, like the cry of an owl at night.

He dropped the knife, took out his flint and lit a resin torch.

Murong Jun hummed the folk songs of the tribe in a low voice as he walked along the hall, lighting the firewood that had been piled up everywhere and doused with kerosene early on.

They knew very well what they had done to the elderly, the weak, women and children.

In order to prevent the elderly, the weak, women and children from suffering the same tragic fate, sending them away in advance is the best option.

The raging flames devoured the hall, and also devoured the thousand-year dream of the Xianbei people. For most tribes.

In the long time of thousands of years, there may only be one chance to shine.

If you miss the opportunity, there will be no possibility of blooming again.

"It's time, it's luck, it's fate~~~"

Murong Jun laughed loudly and rushed into the burning hall with a torch in hand.

Amidst the thick flames, his strange laughter could be heard intermittently.

As the palace caught fire, many important facilities in the city also caught fire.

This greatly annoyed the beggar army that rushed into the city.

Setting fire to a city is not a big deal, but burning down a warehouse storing a large amount of supplies would be a huge loss.

Murong Ping fled out of the city.

He didn't dare to walk around and fled all the way to the seaside.

He planned to go to the seaside to find a boat to go out to sea, either to the Three Kingdoms of Korea or to Yamatai.

When passing by a fort, he went in to ask for clean water and dry food, and even sincerely expressed his willingness to pay gold and silver as compensation.

The owner of the fort greeted him with a smile.

When Murong Ping and more than ten personal guards rode into the fort, the heavy gate of the fort slowly closed.

The sounds of fighting and screaming lasted for a cup of tea.

When the gate of the fort was reopened, several key members of the fort rode their horses and galloped towards Longcheng with more than a dozen heads.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes it.

"Hey~~~"

Looking at the pile of cooked wild ginseng in front of him, Lin Dao laughed angrily.

"How cruel! He didn't even leave me a hair."

The losses and expenses incurred along the way to Longcheng are needless to say.

With such a large amount of gains, the expenses on rewards were also huge.

I originally wanted to make up for some of the expenses through the seizure of spoils.

As a result, Murong Jun burned everything he saw along the way, and even killed all the cattle and sheep he encountered along the way and threw them into the water source to pollute it.

Lin Dao was spending money all the way, but his income was very little.

You know, just the renovation and maintenance of the 100-ton king and the crane, as well as refueling, is a huge expense.

Ran Min, who was standing by, also made a rare joke: "The number of Han people recruited is not that many, but it has reduced expenses."

After destroying the Xianbei Murong clan, Ran Min always felt refreshed, the sky was bluer, and the air seemed fresher.

It felt like a thorn in my heart was pulled out and it felt so good.

Lin Dao said calmly, "I'm going back."

"You stay and continue the cleanup."

"Don't worry about what tribe they are from, just clean them up when you see them."

"There are many captured horses. I'll leave them all to you."

"Train more cavalry to pursue the tribes on the grassland. Cavalry is more useful."

"I will leave you as much food and military supplies as possible."

"Wang Meng will deliver the goods on time and in the prescribed amount in the future."

Lin Dao looked at Ran Min and said, "If you have any other requests, you can ask them in person now."

Speaking of requirements, there are indeed some.

Ran Min frowned slightly and thought, "The most difficult part of sending troops to the grasslands is not winning the battle, but finding the traces of those tribes."

The grassland is very vast.

If a tribe that is familiar with the terrain really wants to hide, finding their traces is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"No need to be embarrassed."

Lin Dao asked Ran Min to follow him.

They took out the things that had been prepared long ago and opened them on the spot to teach how to use them.

"This is called a solar charger."

"These are the batteries used by the Flying Luan."

"Put the battery here like this, and turn on the charging plate."

"Use it when there is plenty of sunlight, and pay attention to the color of the light."

"These batteries need to be placed in the Feitian Shenluan like this, in this position, without missing a single one."

"I've already debugged these drones in advance, so you can use them directly."

"This is the control panel. Let me teach you how to use it."

"first."

The nomadic tribe hid in a deserted place on the grassland, and even their biological father would find it difficult to find him.

After all, the terrain of the prairie is not just grassland.

There are all kinds of complex terrains, and it is very difficult to search solely by manpower.

but.

If you look down from the sky, your perspective will be different.

Reconnaissance from the sky has a wide range, fast speed and high resolution.

There are no longer many insurmountable terrain obstacles, and the efficiency is unquestionable.

"Once you find those tribes, destroy them."

"Avoid the constant harassment from the south a hundred years later."

Seeing that the Marshal actually passed on such a magical weapon to him, Ran Min was deeply moved.

He repeatedly promised that the grassland would be cleaned up.

Ran Min is indeed ambitious.

But facing the Marshal, no matter how ambitious you are, it’s useless.

Not to mention that it is impossible for his soldiers to follow him in rebellion, even if they did, what would happen?

Even when the Marshal's magic car came over, the army still collapsed and scattered.

Such a huge creature is simply beyond the ability of human power to resist.

Since there is no possibility of a successful rebellion, Ran Min's ambition can only be buried in the deepest part of his heart forever.

"By the way, if you have some free time, you can cut down some more big trees and pile them up. When I'm free, I'll come over and collect them and take them away."

"There's also wild ginseng. If you have time, dig more. I need it too."

The Qihuo army was divided into two.

Ran Min's troops stayed in the north and continued to wipe out the various Hu barbarians.

Lin Dao went all the way south and returned to his loyal Yecheng.

(End of this chapter)