"Go, retreat quickly."
Master Qiuye had tears in her eyes as she led two thousand troops, protecting the remaining thirty thousand or so citizens of Wenyuan City, fleeing in haste from the southern gate. Turning back, she saw a dragon-like cavalry force exiting from the northern gate, weapons raised, disappearing into the swirling dust and smoke.
She wiped her tears heavily from the corners of her eyes, silently praying to the Daoist Venerable.
"With the Primordial above, I only hope for a safe return from this battle, caring not how many of the Beizhou Barbarians we kill. Time will tell, and we will surely bury them on this Southern land someday."
Wenzhou City was considered a cultural city of the South, with a thriving cultural atmosphere and flourishing commerce.
Additionally, the Lord's lenient nature allowed for the free flow of people, leading to a large population.
The permanent population typically reached more than three hundred thousand.
