Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Inside Yongyuan Stronghold.

Several indigenous chieftains were gathered together.

There was sizzling roasted meat, as well as various fruits and vegetables.

The atmosphere was not only not heavy, but unexpectedly somewhat relaxed.

One of them said, "Last time, we might have killed someone important. The Da Jing people are panicking. This time, it seems like it's a fight to the death."

The person to the right of him chuckled, "Can they win? We're all inside the stronghold. They want to attack by force with those people? They'll withdraw in no more than five days. It's always been like this."

"Just have the men below guard the city gates. I'll go and call for battle again tomorrow at dawn."

"Let those people see who's really in charge of Yishun."

Another person said, "After this battle, let's take the initiative to surrender and ask for more benefits, otherwise, if we stalemate..."

Suddenly, a soldier came to report from outside the door, looking panicked, "Fire... Heavenly fire is coming!!"

Several chieftains stood up abruptly. The leader revealed a look of astonishment and said, "What heavenly fire?"

"There's fire floating in the sky... there's fire floating in the sky!" The indigenous man spoke tremblingly, his legs already somewhat unresponsive.

The scene outside just now was too shocking. All sorts of thoughts of ghosts and gods kept echoing in his mind.

"Bullshit! What nonsense are you talking about?"

The chieftain was furious, slapped him to the ground, and then roared, "Everyone, come out and take a look!"

The men grabbed their weapons and walked quickly outside the house, but they froze before they had gone far.

They saw a row of scattered flames flying towards them from the distant horizon, and there was a vague shadow above them, they didn't know what it was!

Many indigenous people were kneeling on the street, constantly chanting something.

The chieftains were immediately stunned, and couldn't help but stand in place and ponder.

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High in the sky, Zhao Lie felt a bit cold and tugged at his collar.

Right now, it was pitch black... he could only see many torches below.

The torches in patches might be his own people, or they might be indigenous soldiers guarding Yongyuan Stronghold.

If the kerosene tanks were thrown off course, it would be terrible. According to the previous plan, shouldn't the people below be sending a signal at this time? Could it be that they can't see the light of the hot air balloon?

As Zhao Lie was thinking, he suddenly saw the patches of light below begin to move!

The three groups of men, led by Liao Qun, began to adjust their direction. The originally scattered and disordered lights slowly turned into three arrows, all pointing towards the direction of Yongyuan Stronghold!

The indigenous soldiers who were guarding the city walls of Yongyuan Stronghold, holding torches, saw the scattered lights in the distance suddenly turn into a strange shape, and a thought simultaneously popped up in their minds...

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Seeing that the people below were acting according to the original plan, Zhao Lie excitedly roared forward, "Brothers! Prepare to throw the cans, don't throw them off course!"

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Inside Yongyuan Stronghold, several indigenous chieftains were still studying the row of lights in the sky, and had already gained some understanding.

"Miracle! This is a miracle!"

"The gods have come to help! It seems that the Jing army will be defeated in this battle!"

The men discussed and gradually reached a consensus, then knelt on the ground with joy and encouragement, bowing towards the distance.

As they were bowing, they suddenly vaguely saw something that seemed to be emitting flames falling down.

The flame-emitting object fell rapidly, and coincidentally, it slammed into the northern corner of the stronghold, exploding with a bang!

Flames splashed everywhere, countless kerosene splattered, and was ignited again.

And what was even more terrifying was that almost all the buildings in Yongyuan Stronghold were made of wood!

Although Yishun had extremely high humidity, kerosene was not afraid of moisture...

Immediately afterwards, one kerosene tank after another, carrying flames, 'poured down' into the city.

Screams, cries, and cries for help began to be heard from the city... but these were all in vain, and the fire began to spread violently.

The eyes of the indigenous chieftains began to change from fanatical to dull, and finally to despair.

It wasn't until a kerosene tank slammed down not far from him that he howled, "Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!! Quickly dodge!!"

It was too late to react at this time!

Wherever the hot air balloon went, it turned into a sea of fire!

The raging fire began to肆意devour everything it could, and the airflow began to gradually become unstable.

Countless flames danced wildly,肆无忌惮reaping lives.

To make matters worse, the smoke and dust after the buildings burned still billowed into the sky... before they were burned to death by the flames, they would be choked to death by the poisonous smoke.

The hot air balloon team above Yongyuan Stronghold was not in a good situation either.

The large amount of smoke and dust that swept into the sky made it difficult to see, and what was even more serious was that inhaling dust into the abdomen would seriously damage the body!

The Taoyuan elite soldiers all cried out that it was bad! After all the calculations, they still miscalculated!

The smoke and dust actually flew so high?!

However, the winter safety fire protection class in Taoyuan County had already talked about how to prevent the inhalation of harmful gases, and there was a solution. As elite soldiers, they knew it by heart!

Everyone in the sky tacitly took off their coats and quickly urinated a puddle.

They covered their mouths and noses with the slightly flavored warm coats, and continued to ruthlessly throw kerosene tanks downwards....

Most of the indigenous soldiers had already heard the strange noise and ran out of their strongholds.

Faced with this unusual scene... some fled, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and those with a stronger desire to survive desperately went to open the city gates at the first time!

The city gate, which used to bring the most sense of security, had now become a life-threatening evil ghost.

Countless indigenous people began to gather at the city gate, pushing, shoving, cursing, and even fighting each other!

Some people were beaten until their heads were broken and bleeding, looking like evil ghosts. Even more, some had already died under the trampling of their companions...

Finally, with great effort, the city gate was opened!

The hearts of the indigenous people, who had been frightened out of their wits, had just sprouted a glimmer of life.

The scene in front of them plunged them into the icy hell again.

The dense crowd of Da Jing soldiers in front of them had already been waiting here for a long time, holding their knives.

The blades shone with murderous intent under the reflection of the fire!

Liao Qun pointed his spear and stared at the indigenous people who broke through the gate with a grinning smile.

He roared, "Brothers! The time for revenge has come! Follow me to kill!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The indigenous people fell like cut wheat, and another bloody storm was set off.

At this moment, both inside and outside Yongyuan Stronghold had become an Avici Hell....

Overnight, the fire raged, and Yongyuan Stronghold had become a huge oven.

All vitality was reduced to ashes here.

Zhou Tie led the men to bomb twice in a row before leading the Taoyuan elite soldiers into the mountains to meet Liao Qun.

The fire inside Yongyuan Stronghold had not yet been extinguished, and Liao Qun was still patrolling the surrounding area with his troops.

Once a survivor was found, they would be immediately wiped out.

However, when Zhou Tie appeared, Liao Qun, who had always had a straight face, immediately burst into enthusiasm!

He threw away his spear, grinned, and opened his arms to hug him.

"Brother Zhou Tie! Thanks to you this time, you deserve to be sent by the Prince...."

A sudden burst of urine stench made Liao Qun stop in time.

He withdrew his arms and paid tribute to Zhou Tie with a gratified look!

Good soldier! What a good soldier!

Although he was scared to pee in the sky, he didn't delay the task at all, which can be said to be a great achievement!

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