Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

When news of the activation of Plan Eleven arrived, Lieutenant General Liu Muyi ordered all soldiers to retreat, bending over and hunching down from the city wall.

He Zuowen's face turned ashen. He pointed at Liu Muyi and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you trying to run away without a fight?"

“Magistrate He, Inspector Zheng instructed that when the Eleventh Summoning Plan is activated, gather at Jin Dao Shop within three minutes and at the South Gate within five minutes. We are going to break out.”

Liu Muyi's words infuriated He Zuowen. He hadn't expected that Zheng Qian had taken control of the Changwu Army without his knowledge and had even devised a retreat plan.

He was kept in the dark about all of this, especially the retreat plan. Zheng Qian not only distrusted him, but also seized power.

This man is a ruthless and remarkable figure, but having him under one's command is a real problem.

They are highly skilled in combat and have a deep mind; they could capsize me at any moment. I'm terrified.

Seeing He Zuowen remain silent, Liu Muyi said anxiously, "Magistrate He, Inspector Zheng said that when the Red Turban Army breaks through the city, there will definitely be a large number of troops blocking the way from the north and east. The west is their main base. The best way to escape is to break through from the south gate into Malanshan."

There was only one battalion of Red Turban Army outside the city, and they left the middle road open, with endless darkness behind them. Whether there were any enemies was completely unknown.

Would the Red Turban Army leader really let him go?

At this moment, He Zuowen also had questions in his mind. As a civil official, he would be at the mercy of others if he were separated from his military generals. Although the experts around him were powerful, they were obviously no match for Zheng Qian killing thousands of people by himself.

In an instant, He Zuowen made a decision: "Lieutenant Liu, proceed according to the plan, let's go."

At the East Gate, everyone retreated and left. The Red Turban Army outside the city remained standing, showing no intention of attacking. They did not believe that He Zuowen would abandon the city.

At the North Gate, He Yanqiang and Wu Gang ordered everyone to extinguish their torches. They had already begun their retreat, and the North Gate was now completely dark.

Outside the city, the torches at the north gate went out, and the Red Turban Army general panicked instantly. He had not only heard of the god of war's reputation, but had also witnessed it firsthand.

"Shieldbearers forward, spearmen in the second rank, archers at the rear."

Unable to ascertain the whereabouts of the assassin, he could only strengthen his defenses. As for attacking the city, let whoever wanted the military merit go ahead and attack; he wasn't going.

Given the Red Turban Army's rapid communication speed, it would take at least five minutes for news of Zheng Qian's killing of Li Cheng at the West Gate to reach the North Gate.

At the South Gate, Jin Jindao promptly spotted the Red Turban Army entering the city. Clad in armor, he charged across the battlefield with peak-level Bone Refining Realm combat power. Finally, he received support from martial arts masters and immediately retreated into the alley to continue the fight, remaining as steady as a rock.

At the brocade knife shop, Zhang Tiezhu led three hundred Changwu soldiers to assemble. At Zhang Tiezhu's command, they split into three groups: one to meet the county magistrate, one to meet He Yanqiang, and one to meet Zheng Qian.

drive……

Zhang Tiezhu took the lead, leading a hundred-man squad on a frantic rush towards the west city. The west city, which had already been occupied, was deserted on the main roads; the Red Turban Army was all huddled in the alleys.

On the main road, a man in black was running quickly, carrying on his back a person wearing armor, whose face was covered in blood and who had fallen into a coma.

This person was Zheng Qian.

After he killed Li Cheng, the Red Turban Army was thrown into chaos, but none of them dared to step forward. As a newly appointed official, he did not yet have his own troops, so the Red Turban Army chose to remain silent and retreated into the alley, leaving the main road open for Zheng Qian to leave.

As long as they don't stop the God of Slaughter, they can live. As for when the God of Slaughter will leave, that's his business.

Even from a distance, Zhang Tiezhu called out, "Head镖师 (镖师 is a term used in martial arts to refer to a镖

Zheng Qian handed Qin Yong over to a lieutenant, mounted the warhorse prepared by Zhang Tiezhu, and said, "Brothers, let's gather at the Brocade Knife Shop first and then charge out from the south gate."

Upon hearing Zheng Qian's command, everyone's spirits immediately lifted. They had been prepared and had been waiting for this moment.

Zhang Tiezhu's hundred-man team immediately followed, their horses' hooves thundering and kicking up a cloud of dust.

As they passed Jin Dao Shop, Magistrate He and He Yanqiang arrived at the same time. All the people who were to evacuate had gathered. Zheng Qian did not slow down, shouted and rushed towards the South Gate.

He charged ahead, his spearhead pointing towards the south gate. Thirteen hundred riders followed closely behind, each ready to charge. In the south of the city, tens of thousands of Red Turban soldiers had already poured in, completely blocking the streets.

"Charge out! Break through the encirclement!"

Zheng Qian's voice was loud and firm, like an invisible force inspiring everyone. The morale of the Changwu soldiers soared; they knew this was their only chance to survive, and their moment to demonstrate their bravery.

Dai Yongping was confronting Jin Jindao when he suddenly heard the sound of approaching hooves and hurriedly shouted.

"Shield bearers forward, spearmen form the second line of defense, archers prepare."

The Red Turban Army quickly arrived on the street and formed a defensive line. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jin Jindao led a group of martial arts masters out of the alley.

Jin Jindao and his men had been waiting anxiously, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zheng Qian and his group approaching on horseback. Jin Jindao brandished his broadsword and shouted loudly.

"Here, Inspector Zheng, here."

From afar, one could see Jin Jindao waving his sword in greeting. Behind him were hundreds of martial arts masters, and a hundred meters away was a shield-bearing formation of the Red Turban Army.

Zheng Qian didn't slow down and shouted, "Boss Jin, stay behind the group, run faster, don't fall behind."

What? You want me to run faster?

Jin Jindao was dumbfounded. A thousand warhorses had been kept in Jin Dao Shop without being used. As one of the four big shots and the boss of Jin Dao Shop, I was the one who raised the warhorses. How could you expect me to follow behind and run on foot?

"Inspector Zheng, warhorse..."

Before Jin Jindao could finish shouting, Zheng Qian rushed over, leaving him and hundreds of martial arts masters completely bewildered.

They were dumbfounded when they saw more than a thousand riders charging past, with hundreds more following behind.

There really weren't any extra warhorses.

"Zheng Qian, I'll fuck your grandpa."

Jin Jindao cursed loudly, then swung his arms and ran after the group.

What can we do? If we don't run now, we'll be trapped once the Red Turban Army surrounds us.

"Quick, quick, keep up."

Jin Jindao shouted as he ran, afraid of falling behind. The martial arts masters behind him followed closely behind. Although they were all experts, they had no choice but to run when faced with so many Red Turban Army soldiers.

Zheng Qian was the first to charge. He had no experience in immediate combat. Just as he was about to charge the shield bearer, he threw the reins to Zhang Tiezhu, leaped high into the air, and charged into the shield bearer with a thud.

"Explosive Battle".

The heavy sword guarded his heart and rotated around his body, instantly slaying the surrounding Red Turban soldiers and tearing a gap in the shield formation.

With a force of tens of thousands of pounds, no one could stop it.

Zheng Qian's momentum did not diminish. He charged into the spear formation with his heavy sword, and wherever his sword struck, not a single corpse remained intact.

"kill."

The Red Turban Army soldiers brandished their spears, but Zheng Qian wielded his heavy sword like a fan, cutting them all down. He was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, speeding forward and leaving a trail of corpses in his wake; no enemy could slow him down.

Whizzing……

At this moment, thousands of cavalrymen also rushed into the Red Turban Army camp, and hundreds of Zhuge Repeating Crossbows were used to shoot down any Red Turban soldiers who blocked their way.

Dai Yongping was dumbfounded. The shield and spear formations that the Red Turban Army was so proud of were as fragile as paper in front of that man in black. They tore apart and crumbled at the slightest touch.