Jin Guanghua turned back to look at the dense crowd, a bitter feeling in his heart, and he no longer dared to have any doubts about Jiang Kongming's calculations.

  On the road to Wulong City, the 20,000-strong army of the Red Ocean did not encounter any obstruction or resistance, but they were not relaxed either. Some people even hoped that the Xiongnu would come and fight a battle, which was better than the current helplessness.

  A thing that was beyond everyone's expectation but reasonable in itself caused all the generals to be worried, and that was a long, endless tail appeared behind the main force.

  Although the Xiongnu had promised that as long as there was no resistance, they would not slaughter the people indiscriminately, their reputation over the past few hundred years was too notorious, so there were very few believers.

  Seeing the Red Ocean's troops passing by, countless civilians followed spontaneously. In their hearts, since the northern pillar of the Red Ocean was defeated and left, the situation could be imagined to be extremely bad. Here, it is likely that this place will really become a place for the Xiongnu people to graze horses and sheep.

  Hope, with the departure of the Red Ocean, has been completely shattered. Let the generals explain in a thousand ways, but that poster, written with grandiose words, is how pale and powerless.

  A large-scale migration has begun, and the civilians who followed the army are like a snowball, growing more and more. From the earliest tens of households in one town to now, as far as the eye can see, there is no end in sight.

  Fang Lingchen furrowed his brow, looking at the ordinary civilians who were clearly slowing down their march. The hearts of men are just such strange things - with a little stirring, they would immediately boil over.

  He turned his head to look at Jiang Kongming in front of the main force, with a mix of respect and fear in his heart. His old aunt's evaluation was indeed accurate, this person couldn't afford to offend him. Fortunately, everyone has weaknesses, and Jiang Kongming's weakness is Xu Haifeng. As long as one isn't blind or stupid, they can feel his unwavering loyalty to Xu Haifeng, which is absolutely unquestionable.

  Xu Haifeng let out a silent sigh of relief, fortunately this was the son-in-law of the Fang family, and the Fangs had treated him well, while he also knew how to repay their kindness. Fortunately... He wasn't an ungrateful scoundrel after all.

  Thinking of this, the old general suddenly lost his smile, a master, how could he be an ungrateful and treacherous person?

  Since the people of that town insisted on following the army, Jiang Gongming immediately ordered to bring them into the military camp. Their luggage was carried by someone, their meals were prepared by someone, and their tents were set up by someone, serving them with all due respect. Their only task was to have intimate conversations with Jiang Gongming every day, and after several days, Jiang Gongming successfully completed his brainwashing plan.

  Thereafter, more than 20,000 people under the drive of Jiang Kongming began a forced march. Fortunately, the Red Ocean was indeed the elite troops of the Great Han Empire, and even in such a victorious great escape, they did not lose their formation.

  Along the way, all Xiongnu people either fled at the news or defended their cities or avoided battle. In short, no one dared to provoke an attack. Fang Lian and others also took a detour, trying not to conflict with them as much as possible.

  In the north of the Central Plains, it was originally sparsely populated, and the invasion of the Xiongnu people caused a large number of refugees to move south, making dozens of miles desolate and uninhabited, with a bleak landscape.

  After half a month, it was clear that the distance to the Western Expedition's main camp was only a few days' journey. Jiang Gongming immediately changed his strategy and ordered a slowdown in the army's advance speed. Thereafter, the main force marched straight forward, no longer deliberately avoiding the Xiongnu people, and all obstacles blocking their way were swept away.

  At the same time, he invited those who were well taken care of and grateful to go to nearby towns to post notices.

  On the banner above, thousands of words were written, explaining that the Red Ocean Legion had to temporarily leave the North for some reason, and solemnly promised to return and kill in the future.

  But such acts of deceiving the public by fabricating lies can never escape the keen eyes of the masses.

  When they learned that the townspeople had come from afar, following the red ocean from the north, and also learned from their mouths that Hei Qi Jun's leader, Xu Haifeng, was willing to accept all civilians who were loyal to Da Han and would give them a chance to live and work in peace.

  The number of people joining began to surge, and within a few days, it had exceeded 10,000.

  Fortunately, at this time, the distance from the Western camp was not far away. Although the Xiongnu people received the news, it was already too late to stop them.

  However, they did not have a smooth journey either. When visiting various towns, they would inevitably encounter some scattered Xiongnu soldiers. Although they could not pose any threat to the main force of the 200,000-strong Red Army, it was easy for them to deal with some unarmed ordinary people.

  Within a short period of time, several massacres have taken place here.

  This matter undoubtedly became the best catalyst, even for those who were hesitant and undecided, they had to make up their minds immediately, pack up and follow the main force to the Western camp.

  Jiang Gongming immediately had the corpses of the people brutally killed by the Xiongnu moved to an open area outside the main camp, and also found a few survivors. He then gathered all the civilians and soldiers and delivered a passionate impromptu speech.

  In the face of iron-clad facts, not only were all the people filled with righteous indignation, but also the 20,000 brave warriors of the Red Ocean were stirred up by him to seek revenge for past grievances and begged to go into battle.

  The development of the situation was far beyond Fang Lingchen's expectations, and the changing situation was no longer under his control. In the face of this endless hatred, he had no room for resistance at all.

  Thus, Xu Haifeng and Grandmaster Xu led thousands of people out of the military camp under everyone's angry and expectant gaze. They divided into several teams to sweep and patrol within a hundred miles nearby. Once they found scattered Xiongnu soldiers, they immediately swarmed up and chopped them to pieces with chaotic knives to vent their hatred.

  Although the Xiongnu people are all soldiers, they are also good and bad. The soldiers responsible for guarding here are naturally not comparable to the elite soldiers of the Golden Wolf Army and the Flying Horse Army. They are just ordinary civilians who graze on the grasslands and come when summoned during wartime.

  It can be seen that the ferocity of the Xiongnu is far beyond that of the Han people. Although they are both ordinary civilians, the difference between them is like heaven and earth. A team of ten Xiongnu cavalrymen dared to attack a small village, and often succeeded in their raids.

  The weakness of the Han people was completely exposed at this moment. Perhaps this is the greatest difference between nomadic and farming nations. On the land close to the south, such a brutal war has never occurred before, no matter how much blood the brave soldiers of the Great Han Empire shed on the border, it was an irrelevant and painless thing for them, at most they would mention it in a casual conversation after dinner.

  However, when disaster really struck, they no longer had the courage to take up arms and fight the enemy. Their only hope was to compromise, to survive by any means possible, and as long as there was a glimmer of life left, they did not have the courage to resist.

  Chiang Kung-ming knew this situation all too well, but even he was at a loss for what to do.

  It was only when these Huns encountered the red ocean of blood stirred up by Jiang Kongming that their only fate was to die, and those who were quick-handed and relied on their excellent horsemanship managed to escape, but most of them lost their lives.

  Xu Haifeng, under the instigation of Jiang Kongming, personally participated in the extermination action. With his high status as a master, he would not deign to take action to kill those unknown small soldiers, but just followed the army and sat on the wall to watch.

  Thanks to this master's presence, all the soldiers of the Red Ocean have nothing to worry about and fight with all their might, resulting in a sudden increase in combat effectiveness by 30%.

  After days of continuous blows, the remaining Xiongnu people finally fled in disarray.

  When the common people learned of this matter, they all rejoiced and celebrated. They were especially grateful to Xu Haifeng, who led the army in defeating the Xiongnu people.

  In this way, when Fang Lingchen and others walked out of the Xiongnu-controlled area with a handful of sweat, they all let out a long sigh of relief.

  At this time, under the deliberate design of Jiang Kongming, several easy-to-sing and highly infectious children's songs quickly spread widely among the people.

  By then, they were all deeply grateful to Xu Haifeng. When this group of civilians arrived at the Western Camp and was dispersed and settled, Xu Haifeng's reputation for benevolence spread far and wide, deeply into people's hearts.

  As soon as he thought of it, from the distant Northern Camp to the Western Camp, thousands of miles away, tens of thousands of people followed the army on the move. Although they were surrounded by wolves, Master Xu personally put on his armor and went into battle, working tirelessly along the way, cutting through thorns and brambles, enduring countless hardships and difficulties, finally ensuring their safety, not a single one missing, all safely delivered to the safe area.

  Such great achievements are not something ordinary people can accomplish; the title of Grandmaster is indeed unmatched in the world.

  As for what happened on that section of road between the two large camps, whether refugees joined in or not, it was not something that people were concerned about. In the midst of war and chaos, no one would have had the leisure to go all the way to the Huns' territory to ask questions, even if they did have doubts. Under the dazzling aura of the Zong Shi, there weren't many people who dared to investigate further.

  A month later, when Xu Haifeng received the news from his wives' mouths, although he was no longer what he used to be, he still raised an eyebrow in extreme surprise and fled in disarray amidst the clever smiles and beautiful eyes of the women.

  Finally crossed the warning line, when seeing the reception troops from the Western camp, even Jiang Kongming also showed a smile of relief.

  A guard respectfully handed a letter to Xu Haifeng, who opened and read it before passing it on to Jiang Kongming.

  Jiang Kongming carefully scanned the surroundings, his thick eyebrows slowly furrowing as he raised his head to gaze westward, muttering to himself: "Abusoren, what kind of person are you, after all?"