Gan Xin picked up the dry tobacco stick, took out the shredded tobacco from the gold pipe, stuffed it into the gold pipe, lit it with a fire stick, and started smoking.

"Zhao Lun has been patrolling the city these days. It's easy to start. You can make arrangements and there will be no traces."

Gan Xin smoked a dry cigarette and gave the assassination order.

The old groom nodded slightly and immediately went to make arrangements.

Outside Yangcheng, it was already dark. A bonfire was lit outside the city, and the soldiers sat down around the bonfire.

During the day, the soldiers were very tired from training, building trenches, and strengthening city walls. At night, they ate meat and drank wine around the campfire to rest.

Zhao Lun, the prefect of Yangcheng, and Lu Qichang, the privy councilor, were walking outside the city together. The soldiers behind them held torches to inspect the fortifications built during the day.

"Master Lu, what do you think?"

Lu Qichang looked at the trench that was ten meters deep and twenty meters wide and said: "That's enough. If Long Chengen dares to come, he will never come back!"

These days, hundreds of thousands of soldiers worked together to dig deep trenches outside the city, thicken the city wall, and place crossbows on the wall.

Lu Qichang was well prepared and planned to have a showdown with Long Chen in Yangcheng.

Zhao Lun said: "It's still a little bit worse."
Chapter completed!