Lingnan's western pass.
Swaying torches stretched like a long dragon, lighting the entire official road.
Tens of thousands of bandit troops stormed through the pass in an unstoppable tide.
They did not disturb the common people, smash property, loot, or kill soldiers. They swiftly occupied the fortified town and executed the rebel generals, chopping off their heads and hanging them on the walls.
The Thousand-Mile Green Battalion had marched to suppress a rebellion, not to rebel, so after swiftly occupying the pass, the leaders of the various bandit strongholds deliberately left behind men familiar with the local people and ordered them to offer gentle reassurance.
In this frontier region, bandits lived among the people and the people among bandits. The strongholds were all very familiar with the common people, their relationship like fish and water. Thus, advancing from west to east, the Thousand-Mile Green Battalion met almost no meaningful resistance, sweeping all before them as they swiftly lit the flames of war across Lingnan.
With the Eight Old Ministers assisting the Dragon Head, his team of advisers was formidable. They had operated in the Three Lands of Lingnan for years, laying their plans methodically, neither rushing nor dawdling. Whether in prestige, reputation, or influence, they surpassed the authorities.
So when the Eight Old Ministers declared that the gates of this chaotic age had opened to the young Dragon Lord, they were certainly not spouting nonsense.
If they dared to fight regardless of the consequences, they had to be confident of success.
While the bandit army occupied the fortified town, the young Dragon Lord rode a Greenwood Bird straight toward Sunset Town, taking the Green Camp's supporting experts with him.
Lingnan, the mountain god temple.
Han Chan hurried back into the main hall and saw Guan Feng still discussing Ba