Liu Bei: Who Called Me?

Fire borrowed the wind's momentum, and the fire lent the wind its might!

A mere hundred or so newly kindled flames would not have been frightening on their own, but once Cheng Yu borrowed the wind, the situation became terrifying.

In most cases, only a minority of people burned to death in a fire. Most died from choking on smoke, and only afterward were their bodies charred by the flames. What was more, it was the mountain forests on both sides that had caught fire, not the road itself. In essence, that seventy-thousand-strong army had not been surrounded by the flames.

The fire began spreading at a hundred times its original speed. Billowing smoke swept toward the army below, and in the blink of an eye, the road was blanketed in smoke. It was not yet so thick that one could not see one's own hand, but with the smoke stinging their eyes, tears streaming down their faces, it was still difficult to see what was happening in the distance.

Panic had already appeared when the boulders were pushed down. Once the fire began to spread, panic rapidly swept through the entire army.

Hadn't they said the ambush had already been defeated?

Hadn't they said there could absolutely be no hidden troops once both sides were blocked off?

Hadn't they said they would definitely pass safely through this narrow stretch?

Why was this happening!

At this despairing moment, reason had long since been driven away by these panicked questions. Since their feet had not left the ground, reason could not rise above the situation. The virus had... Ahem, panic had seized the high ground.

The more tense and desperate the situation, the more confused and irrational people became. Struggling, fleeing, harming one another, secretly spitting on other people's doorknobs—people like