Li Xuan glanced at the firelight, then at Chen Ji.
Earlier, when Chen Ji said that Guyuan was a trap set for the Heavenly Strategy Army, he didn't believe it.
After all, half of the city's population in Guyuan had been slaughtered, the border army suffered countless casualties—just how ruthless must the strategist be to craft such a "decapitation trap"?
In this age, the Imperial Capital had a population of a million, Luocheng City had two hundred thousand, and even Guyuan had at least one hundred thirty or forty thousand people. Half the population of the city meant tens of thousands of lives!
How utterly sinister and cruel!
Yet now, seeing the fire blazing at the city gates and the once-impregnable Guyuan City collapse with a thunderous roar, cutting off all routes of retreat for the Heavenly Strategy Army, Li Xuan could no longer doubt it.
