Ren Xiaosu did not know what was happening at the front lines in the south. He could tell from the flames in Stronghold 88 that this stronghold was probably finished.
The garrison of Stronghold 88 was only left with the strength of an independent infantry regiment. If it were a normal garrison, even an infantry brigade would not be able to take it down, unless it was an armored brigade or rocket troops.
But the whereabouts of all of the Kyung Clan's regular fighting forces were under the control of the Yang Clan's intelligence agency. It was impossible for them to allow the Kyung Clan's heavy firepower troops to get so close to Stronghold 88.
However, ever since the nanosoldiers headed north, they relied on their high mobility to travel through the wilderness and never showed themselves on the main roads. The nanosoldiers could not pass through the dangerous terrain that normal troops could not pass through as if it were flat ground.
This was also the reason why Qing Zhen had chosen these nanosoldiers to infiltrate the Yang Clan. Even the elites under Qing Zhen would not be able to break through the Yang Clan's blockade quietly.
But the nanosoldiers could.
At this moment, the flames were spreading all the way north. Ren Xiaosu realized the flames were moving in a straight line. It was like a precise scalpel stabbing straight into the Yang Clan's vital points.
After these nanosoldiers destroyed the gate and broke through the stronghold, they did not bother with the garrison troops at all. Instead, they continued heading north in an attempt to destroy the Yang Clan's manor and kill all of the Yang Clan's higher-ups inside.
Although the Yang Clan's higher-ups were scattered across more than a dozen strongholds, 60% of the Yang Clan's manor in Stronghold 88 was located there. If this place was destroyed, the Yang Clan would probably be left without a leader.
If the front lines collapsed and the rear were left without a leader, the Kyung Clan would probably march straight in and devour the already dilapidated Yang Clan bit by bit.
"Uh."
When Ren Xiaosu heard the noise, he turned his head and saw that Zhou Yingxue was slowly waking up. Zhou Yingxue stared blankly at the fire and heard the roar of firearms. She suddenly panicked. "Let me go, my mother is still at home!"
Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment. He hesitated for a second before walking up to Zhou Yingxue and saying, "You and I have no enmity between us. I don't blame you for spying on me. But if I untie you, don't cause any trouble, understand?"
Zhou Yingxue looked at Ren Xiaosu calmly. "Alright!"
After saying that, Ren Xiaosu cut the hemp rope on Zhou Yingxue. Zhou Yingxue jumped over the wall without hesitation and disappeared.
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu was not afraid that the Yang Clan would come to stop them. After all, the Yang Clan should already be busy with their own affairs.
Suddenly, the ear-piercing sound of tires grinding against the ground came from in front of Ren Xiaosu's house. Luo Lan yelled, "Ren Xiaosu, hurry up and come with me. We have to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible. The Li Consortium's nanosoldiers are so bloodthirsty that they won't care if we're from the Yang Clan or not."
Ren Xiaosu pushed open the gate and saw many of the stronghold's residents walking out to the streets to watch the flames that filled the sky. Some people were also hiding in the buildings as though they would be safe just by staying at home.
Two transport trucks were parked at the entrance, and Kyung Clan soldiers were standing guard around the trucks. These soldiers had already infiltrated Stronghold 88, but Luo Lan knew very well that these soldiers would not be able to save him. They were only responsible for providing support.
Ren Xiaosu helped Wang Fugui, Sister Xiaoyu, and the others into the trucks. In just two minutes, everyone got into the back of the trucks in an orderly manner.
Luo Lan roared, "Drive, drive, drive! I don't want to be buried with Stronghold 88!"
Ren Xiaosu turned around and looked at the flames. There were 1,500 nanosoldiers over there. Even if they randomly picked up some of the nanomachines, it would be enough to arm everyone here.
But he could not take the risk. He knew the severity of the situation!
If he turned back now, everyone's lives might be at stake. Ren Xiaosu would rather not have those nanomachines.
The two trucks sped down the street towards the eastern gate. The way they were fleeing for their lives gradually terrified the stronghold residents who saw them. Everyone started fleeing in the direction of the trucks.
"Ren Xiaosu." Luo Lan shouted in the bumpy back of the truck, "Come with me to the Kyung Clan!"
Ren Xiaosu glanced at Yan Liuyuan and shook his head. "I'm not going."
Luo Lan was puzzled. "If you come with me to the Kyung Clan, you'll get to eat and drink well. You'll have money to spend, and you'll get to ride in a luxury car. Wouldn't it be great to drive a luxury car and take a beauty for a spin?"
Ren Xiaosu smiled. "I've thought about this before, but I already have a better place to go now. I still think the wilderness suits me better."
Yan Liuyuan's eyes lit up. "Bro, where are we going?"
"A new home." Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "A place with hope."
Yan Liuyuan was stunned for a moment before saying, "Bro, thank you."
"Why are you thanking me?" Ren Xiaosu said, "I really think it's a good place to live."
Luo Lan said regretfully, "Xu Man told me about this in his message, so I can only give you my blessings. In the future, you can come to the Kyung Clan to have some fun. You can always mention my name, Luo Lan, wherever you go."
"Mhm." Ren Xiaosu nodded and said, "I'll go."
Even if he did not go to the Kyung Clan to settle down, he could still go there to have some fun. However, that would definitely be a matter for a long time in the future. The current Kyung Clan would probably be embroiled in war for a very long time. The Kyung Clan was no longer a pure organization but a war machine.
"But the bridges to the north should have all been broken by now. How are y 'all going to get to the north?" Luo Lan asked, "Now that there's a river separating the north and the south, you can't go there."
"It's fine, I have a way," Ren Xiaosu replied calmly.
The bandit organizations in the north that were controlled by the Kyung Clan had all moved south. Not only did they destroy the bridges, but they also destroyed all of the Yang Clan's factories in the wilderness.
If this were in the past, he would definitely not have been able to cross the river. But now, he could. He had to thank Wang Congyang for sending him the steam locomotive.
Ren Xiaosu had already tried it before. The steam locomotive could traverse any terrain as though it was on flat ground. The tracks that came from nothingness could cross rivers!
When the two trucks arrived at the east gate, there were very few troops left guarding the place. Just as they were about to come over to inspect the vehicles, the Kyung Clan soldiers got out of the vehicles and broke through in an orderly manner. How could the private troops responsible for guarding the gate be a match for the Kyung Clan's regular troops?
When the Kyung Clan soldiers blew up the gate, the trucks broke through the smoky haze at the gate and drove into the wilderness.
This time, it was much easier to escape the stronghold than any other time. Ren Xiaosu even felt his mood lighten up the moment he led Yan Liuyuan and the others out of the stronghold.
Everything was developing in a good direction. Ren Xiaosu was starting to look forward to their future in the wilderness.
But when he looked back and saw the sky full of smoke over Stronghold 88, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt this was not something to be happy about.
This era was collapsing even more rapidly.
Could they really survive in the wilderness alone?
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