Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 952 - 492: Squeeze In

As everyone knows, playing games also requires basic rules. Winning directly, what’s the fun in that?

So, no matter how cheeky the Immortal Palace gets, it can’t blatantly cheat, delivering supplies with a battleship airdrop. You must toil your way, accumulating achievements through relentless grinding, to truly feel fulfilled.

Thus, the current world-conquest game between Boss Shi and the Three Constellations is still following the rules. Not only does the rebel army need to massacre, plunder, and pillage, but the Immortal Palace also must strategically deploy supplies, recalling troops sent to the Southern Border to face the challenge. Both sides are racing against time to allocate manpower and resources in preparation for the next great battle in the Central Plains.

Needless to say about the rebel army, though temporarily hindered, they have forty cities in the East for slaughter, and will eventually recover. But the Immortal Palace is in trouble; after all, Gate Valve doesn’t pay taxes. It’s forced to squeeze the common people further, mobilizing resources from the Vassal States.

Everyone knows that waterways have significantly greater carrying capacity than air or land routes. Historically, most of the gold, rice, and armor transported from the South have been transferred via the Ru, Ying, Bian, Si Four Rivers into the Three Constellations Capital.

Among these, Bian River’s defense is the most critical. The nation’s resources largely emerge from Jiangnan, and over seventy percent of them travel north through the Bian River’s Liang Canal, entering storage at Taicang’s official warehouses along the Eastern Country coast. In this way, regardless of civilian merchants, the annual transportation of grain, silk, and salt iron north through the Bian River exceeds tens of millions of bushels, making other water routes incomparable.

The battle of Suiyang was crucial because this city guarded the key choke point of Bian River entering Liang Canal, controlling Two Huais, possessing strategic significance—blocking the Bian River can defend a whole line, holding one line can safeguard half a domain.

The national turmoil escalating to today’s level is precisely because Suiyang fell, turned into a swampy mess. The rebel army could not conquer Suiyang, preventing their sweep over the Southeast. Yet now, the artery sustaining the Immortal Palace has essentially been severed in two.

Now, half of the Central Plains have fallen into treacherous hands. Southern food taxes can only take a long detour, traveling north via Ru and Ying Rivers, using all manners of manpower and animal power flying boats. Transport efficiency has dwindled to less than thirty percent, unable to supply the hundreds of thousands of guards facing rebel forces at the Hulao front line—not to mention supporting the Three Constellations Capital and full court officials, a massive tumor leeching off the Immortal Palace’s core.

Consequently, the court’s relocation to Jiangdu is imperative. Of course, there aren’t other available options.

Bian River system in Eastern Country has been ravaged completely, turned into desolate lands. The rebel army naturally reorganizes its strengths, pivoting westward, their forces already pointing directly at Yingchuan’s domain. Meanwhile, the returning Immortal Army from Southern Border and reinforcing vassal guards, packed military supplies, are flowing upwards via Ying River, operating at full capacity, ready to gather near Chenzhou to partake in the Central Plains battle amid high tensions.

The route west to Dui Country is equally long, plagued by Demon Sect disruptions. Though Kun Country’s Jindu offers peace and solace, it requires passing through Juelong Ridge over mountains and ridges, a far and arduous journey. How would officials and nobles abandon their estates and loads for entry into Sichuan?

Hence currently, a massive influx of refugees numbering in the hundreds of thousands is fleeing towards Southern Country. Anyone lucky enough to find a boat can escape for survival, flowing down Ru River straight to Jiangdu.

Can Tie Dan allow these nation-poisoning vampires to escape so easily?

Thereupon Tie Dan calculates, gazes across with insight, selects a particularly ostentatious convoy boasting hundreds of bull carts—clearly belonging to wealthy officials—for action.

Upon closer look, the lead features a Nascent Soul God General on horseback, followed closely by a hundred Golden Armored Heavy Cavalry wielding banners of Evil Exorcism, Jade Horse, Yellow Dragon, Qilin, Dragon Horse, Triangular Beast, Black Tortoise, Golden Bull, leading Spiritual Birds and Beasts. Clearly fleeing disaster, they astonishingly gallop with eight steeds abreast, wielding domineering flair, driving refugees to kneel along the Chidao margins.

Following closely are eight Five-Colored Sacred Oxen pulling fragrant carriages and treasure palanquins, with four Nascent Soul Tributor experts at each corner, standing guard closely, along with twelve Inner Eunuch Lady Officials on board serving, accompanied by demon beast spirit pets, and forty-eight Hu Ben Warriors underneath lifting palanquins and pushing carts, protecting the convoy advancing.

Further back follows several hundred Armored Soldiers clad in golden armor, donning Heart Protecting Mirrors, arranged in four rows wielding great spears, sword shields, bows and arrows, heavy crossbows, tailing the five-colored ox carts from behind. The remaining house servants and attendants drive rows of bull carts overflowing with amassed wealth, slowly following, blocking additional refugees to the roadside, bearing their fury silently.

With such reckless arrogance, Tie Dan approaches uncompromisingly.

He immediately charges down in a flash of bloodlight, without an extra word, first letting loose a "Blood Talisman Divine Sword!!", instantly cleaving the Nascent Soul General and horse in four!

Then in a sweep, the bloodlight pulls and gathers, wielding sword wind to smash through the leading house servants, armored cavalry, all hundred-strong destroyed by sword wind! Blood and flesh pile up like a small mountain on the Chidao, sealing off the southern path!

Next, successive palm slaps follow, unleashing three scarlet sword lights, hovering over East-West-North, activating a Sword Array to turn the surrounding ten miles into a catastrophe field. Then cross-legged sits atop the blood flesh corpse mountain, Qi Sword boiling, urging loudly.

"Ten Extremes Divine Sect is here in full force! Men hand over gold and silver wealth! Women take off shoes and silk! All dismount and surrender, line up for inspection, or else face immediate demise!... Ha ha!"