"Fire!"
"Quick—quick, put out the fire!"
The baggage train catching fire quickly drew attention.
Yu Zi and her group's whereabouts had been exposed, but she was utterly unafraid. With a raised hand, she unleashed a Word Spirit, and row after row of cheval de frise stakes burst from the ground, blocking their path. The accompanying martial artists swiftly dug trenches and ravines to lend support. Yu Zi knew they were outnumbered, and confronting the enemy head-on would be Seeking Death, but finding ways to delay them and disrupt their firefighting was no problem. Seeing this scene, she even imitated her lord and began taunting them: "Only when the shit's at your doorstep do you know to look for a pit. Hmph!"
Seeing the flames rise, she laughed and shouted, "The wind's tight—let's pull out!"
The military merits were all that mattered. There was no need to pay for them with lives.
Qian Yong watched the direction in which the flames were rising, his blood pressure shooting through the roof as his head buzzed. He wished he could chop those bandits up like vegetables, throw them into a pot to boil them soft, and then feed them to the pigs. "Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Every last one of them is dying here today!"
The more thoroughly he lost his temper, the happier Old General Jiang became.
His twin swords whirled with tiger-like force, every stroke vicious and tricky.
"Qian Shuhe, I'll have your head today!"
Old General Jiang's mouth was running like a runaway carriage, but he knew perfectly well that his side's advantage existed only in the early stages. At first glance, they had used the medicine's effects to launch a fire attack while the enemy soldiers were still deep in sleep, steamrolling forward and seemingly holding the