The news of the 120,000-strong Barbarian Clan Army marching towards Jincheng no longer required a Scout to report; the fleeing civilians alone were enough to carry the message.
Inside Jincheng, all the civilians were assembled and evacuated from the city in an orderly fashion. Leaving their homes behind, every person's face bore an expression that wasn't too pleasant. However, they could understand that the Imperial Court wouldn't let them leave Jincheng unless it was absolutely necessary. Leaving Jincheng now, in the view of some people inside the city, was a sign that the upcoming war was not looking promising.
Atop the city wall, Nie Xu looked down at the stream of carriages and the large number of civilians retreating like a long procession, and his expression was just as complex. "Lord, what should we do now?" Liu Jian, standing by his side, asked in a low voice.
