"We can’t give them ti," Su Dan said emotionlessly, watching the fierce battle between the two sides, and instructed the soldier beside him, "Imdiately pass down the order to initiate the burning city!"
If this drags on, failure is inevitable. The ti they’ve bought is enough, and the mobilized troops should be able to hold back Shi ng for a while.
So, the next step is to burn the city and take advantage of the chaos to retreat.
At that point, Xue Shence will have to make a choice: to continue pursuing us or to put out the fire.
And the likely answer is the latter.
The soldier nodded imdiately, ran swiftly down from the city wall and reached a building behind it.
Before long, a wisp of smoke slowly rose into the sky, visible from a great distance.
...
Inside a camp in Ning’an County, Wei Xianzong slit the throat of the local garrison soldier, lifted his hand to feel the warm blood on his face, and exhaled heavily.
"Boss, it’s done."
He turned around, and inside the building behind him were soldiers from the Suicide Camp.
Yesterday, Wei Xianzong entered the city with people disguised as defeated soldiers and were disard and monitored, but it seems this was not because their identities were exposed, but due to the rules set by Su Dan to prevent any unexpected incidents.
Wei Xianzong used so thods and finally, taking advantage of the city’s emptiness while the rebel army defended it, managed to lead the Suicide Camp soldiers out of the camp and seized this small stronghold.
"Boss, what shall we do next?" a soldier asked.
Wei Xianzong licked his lips and analyzed, "Now the rebel army is fighting our n at the North City Gate, but the defense there must be tight. There’s no point in us charging through with so few people. Since the city has prepared burning city points, there must be people guarding them. We should go stealthily from one point to another, killing those waiting for the signal to burn the city. That’s the most effective strategy."
The soldiers from the Suicide Camp listened, their eyes shining. They nodded imdiately, picked up their weapons, and were about to leave.
However, just as they stepped out of the barracks, they were stunned to see thick smoke rising from the north of the city.
In the strong wind, it slanted and ford a column of gas.
Wei Xianzong was montarily stunned, his heart sank suddenly, and a soldier suddenly pointed in a direction, "No! Fire’s broken out! It’s burning in the east! No, the south is burning too! Everywhere is on fire!"
At that mont, in the various points within the city, the rebel soldiers waiting by the kerosene saw the smoke signal, imdiately ignited the wood, poured on the kerosene, and flas gradually rose.
From a bird’s eye view, it seed as though bonfires were rising all over the city.
The strong winds accelerated the spread of the fire.
...
East of Ning’an County.
A large army was marching, led by Yuan Feng’s Five Army Camp. They had been advancing with unstoppable montum, but due to the long route, they were still so distance from Ning’an County at this mont.
"Commander, look!"
Suddenly, an officer pointed in the distance and exclaid.
On horseback, Yuan Feng raised his head and saw flas flickering in so villages and towns outside Ning’an County, while a smoke column stood in the distance.
His expression changed drastically, "Damn it!"
...
Southwest of Ning’an County.
The Divine chanism Camp troops led by Shi ng occupied Wenshui County, leaving so to guard the city while the others intercepted Su Dan’s retreat.
However, they were intercepted by the rebel army, and both sides had just fought a fierce battle. Thanks to the advantage of firearms, Shi ng gained the upper hand.
Yet, before he could catch his breath, the Young Master Tang Ping spoke in a trembling voice, "It’s not good. Look!"
Shi ng looked over, seeing smoke leaning and flas rising in the distance.
His face turned pale.
...
Further north, on a high slope at the edge of the battlefield outside the city, no one noticed three horses arriving quietly.
Zhao Douan reined in his horse, frowning as he looked at the scene of the two armies facing off below the city walls.
Song Jinxi exclaid, "Smoke signals, what is the rebel army signaling?"
"Fire’s broken out." Nie Yurong murmured in a barely audible voice, her expression slightly moved.
Zhao Douan took a deep breath, looking at the faint firelight erging from within the city. The surrounding strong winds swept across the high slope, below which lay vast fields of mature autumn wheat.
At this mont, the wind swept through the wheat fields.
If the fire starts, it will not only destroy a county, but the flas will spread with the wind into the farmlands within dozens of miles, destroying an entire season’s harvest.
"Song Jinxi, wait here. I’ll be right back."
Zhao Douan suddenly raised his hand, tore off his luxurious outer garnt forcefully, revealing a white half-body armor underneath.
Nie Yurong’s eyes flickered, her thoughts unknown.
Song Jinxi glanced at the female assassin with so suspicion, quietly shifting his position before asking in confusion, "Master, are you going to join the battle?"
"No," Zhao Douan stood up abruptly, taking a bow stance with knees bent. His steed neighed mournfully and knelt, as he soared towards the sky, leaving only a phrase behind: "Cloud chasing, rain making."
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