C45

The Fat Cui was very gloomy. Originally, he had relied on his life to eat fat to avoid the first and second recruitment, but he never thought that after the elite soldiers transferred over to the Phoenix City Pass, he would still not be able to escape this support mission.

From the angle of position, the Tiger Roar City was located two hundred kilometers to the northwest of the Tiger Running City, so the chaotic fire phoenix army would never harm the Tiger Roar City, but the city guard Shi Jie was originally greedy for merit, and knew Du Mingfa well, so he impulsively urged the only martial general in the city, who was the Fat Cui, to lead eighty percent of the troops to the Tiger Running City to save the city. The helpless Fat Cui could only mutter "I can't hide but at first glance, I can't hide 15" as he led his armoured soldiers towards the Tiger Running City.

The night before their departure, Zhang Half Immortal, who was at the city gate, stopped Fat Cui, "Lord Cui, this little deity saw that your hall was dark and your complexion was not good. "May I ask, has sire been on official business recently?"

The Fat Cui was shocked. He stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Half Immortal Zhang to a corner where no one was around and asked in a low voice, "I say, what did you figure out?"

Half Immortal Zhang reached out his dirty fingers and frowned for a while before slowly saying, "In my opinion, it's better to just hide this matter."

The Fat Cui laughed and scolded, "What's the difference between this and not saying it? I can hide? Besides, if I hide anything, how am I supposed to eat the royal food and get paid? Just tell me honestly, how fierce can this be? How can I resolve this? "

"Actually, this little deity has a way to resolve it ~ ~ ~" At this point, Zhang Half Immortal did not say anything, but stretched out three fingers and rubbed them back and forth in front of Fat Cui.

"Fine, since you dare to ask for money, it means that you have a solution." Fat Cui comforted himself as he took out two pieces of crushed silver from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhang Half Immortal's hands.

Zhang Qian Xian weighed the silver in his hand, and smiled as he stuffed it into his pocket. He did not know why, but he was smiling exceptionally happily, to the point where the Fat Cui was at a loss on what to do.

But before Fat Cui could let out his third laugh, Zhang Half Immortal's staff had already stabbed into his stomach, causing him to scream in pain as he bent over. Next, Zhang Jie Xian acted like he was crazy and punched and kicked Fat Cui. He could only tell his life from his life, he was powerless, if not Fat Cui would not have been able to hold his own life.

No matter how terrified the Fat Cui was, he was still a proper military officer, and before Zhang Half Immortal was even able to hit him, he had already retaliated. With his left hand grabbing Zhang Half Immortal's walking stick, he pulled it close to him and punched him on the chin with his right hand. Then, he stood up and kicked him to the ground. After that, Fat Cui bent down to pick up his walking stick and randomly whipped at Zhang Half Immortal, only when he had beaten this old man half to death did he angrily throw the walking stick aside, and took out his own money and other random pieces of money from Zhang Half Immortal's pocket and put them into his own pocket. Finally, he covered the swollen half of his face and returned back to the camp, preparing to set off the next day.

On the first day and the second day, nothing much happened. Fat Cui smeared the ointment on his face as he silently cursed Zhang Half Immortal. He was lucky that he had not let go of his skills, otherwise, he would have been bullied by the old swindler.

On the third day, something happened.

The Fat Cui had almost two thousand soldiers with him, all the elites had been transferred, and some young adults still had to defend the city. Of the two thousand people who could come, only half of them could be considered soldiers who had been training for a long time, while the other half were half-soldiers and half-citizens whose average age was forty years old.

When they were less than fifty kilometers from the Tiger Running City, Fat Cui ordered the troops to slow down. There was still one more day to go. The frontline had to stop and wait for something to happen. After all, they were reinforcements. They had to make do with their reputation. It didn't make sense for them to be old, weak, and handicapped.

However, just as Fat Cui, who was covered in fat, was running back and forth in a line to see what was going on, something flew over from the sky.

It was a medium sized clay pot. It suddenly appeared on top of everyone's heads. Then, under the gazes of one thousand or two thousand people, it smashed into pieces with a 'pa' sound. Light yellow thick liquid flowed from the broken pieces of the pot and splashed everywhere, and a faint stench filled the air.

"What is this?" Whose child is throwing chamberpots around? " Fat Cui shouted at the top of his lungs.

In response to his crude curses, even more clay pots and oilskins appeared in the sky, then they fell with crackling sounds onto the ground, spilling out all kinds of liquids.

Although the contents of the jar had yet to be determined, the pungent smell coming from the torn tarpaulin had already clearly and unmistakably revealed its identity: kerosene!

The tarpaulin filled with kerosene s constantly smashed against the two ends of the line. The soldiers could not help but gather at the center, and the light yellow colored liquid that carried a faint stench was overflowing from under everyone's feet, causing them to be in an extremely sorry state.

Fat Cui clearly knew that he had been ambushed. Regardless of what the yellow liquid was, the kerosene that was blocking the two sides of the team was fatal. As long as the enemy threw out a torch or shot a flaming arrow, his two thousand men would be trapped inside.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, two bolt s with flames shot down from the two sides of the hill with whooshing sounds, right beside the kerosene bag. The flame on the arrow's body spread out, and with a "peng" sound, the flame instantly shot up to a height of over three feet, scaring all of the soldiers in the surrounding area and causing them to continuously retreat.

The two sides of the group were on fire as they naturally squeezed towards the middle. The long snake formation was squeezed into a ball of soup and everyone gathered together. Fat Cui calculated in his heart. If the other party threw a few pieces of tarpaulin down the middle of the group, it would be very lively.

As everyone wished, Fat Cui had never been so smooth in his life. Just as another thought flashed through his mind, five to six oilskin bags appeared in mid air. Before they could even land on the ground, dozens of bolt shot out at the same time, causing the oilcloth to crumble into powder. The kerosene flew into the air like a flower scattering from the heavens, scattering all over Fat Cui and his soldiers' faces.

Fat Cui was so angry that his mouth twitched. When he thought of this, he suddenly realized that if he had allowed Zhang Half Immortal to beat him up and reported his injuries to his home, wouldn't he be fine? However, it was too late to regret now! No matter how capable Zhang Half Immortal was, he was afraid that he would not be able to wipe away the kerosene that was all over his face.

Just then, a hundred red armored soldiers appeared from the grass. All of them held handheld crossbow s and torches in their hands as they glared at Fat Cui and the rest. A young officer with a head full of white feathers came out of the crowd and shouted towards the crowd. Surrender? "

Fat Cui was furious, he shouted at the young officer: "Are you crazy? Do you have two hundred people? We have two thousand people here! Two hundred people for two thousand to surrender, are you sick? "

Qu Feizhi laughed: "I'm sick? You're the one who's sick! Do you believe that with a wave of your father's hand, a hundred or so handheld crossbow s would be shot out at the same time and all of you who were drenched in kerosene would become roasted suckling pigs? "That's right, I forgot to tell you guys. If the terrines contain purified feces s, then if they are stuck to your body … hehe … hehehe …"

Following Qu Feizhi's dry laughter, Fat Cui's heart sank a little. The opposing brat was too evil, a raging fire along with a purified feces. This was clearly a perfect match for guarding the city, who would have thought that he would actually use it as an ambush mechanism. Ignoring the fact that he could make kerosene and purified feces fly everywhere, the current situation alone was enough for him to get into trouble.

Let the soldiers fight with their heads full of kerosene? They didn't need to fight at all. They could just randomly throw torches around. If they were lucky, they could burn a piece, but if they weren't lucky, they could burn one. If he was unlucky and didn't let someone burn him to death, it would be even more lively when he rolled into the purified feces along the way. The purified feces below the kerosene above was continuously being roasted and burned, it was definitely as the kid had said. After they died, they became roasted pigs.

Fat Cui looked around, but none of the surrounding soldiers said a word, they were all looking at him with pitiful eyes. Helpless, the Fat Cui shouted loudly, "What do you mean surrender? If you don't surrender, what can you say? "

Qu Feizhi was amused, "It's easy to not surrender, just shout out your slogan. Long live the Mo Qiu Empire and all that. "This method is simple and easy to use. I highly recommend it." Saying that, Qu Feizhi scratched his head: "If you were to surrender, then that would be more troublesome. You're right, there are two thousand of you, and I don't even have two hundred of you. Why don't you swear on your hair? If you betray your son in the future, your father will die and your mother will marry, and your wife will run away with others.

Fat Cui was so angry that his face almost twitched. Didn't they say that Fire Phoenix Empire officers are all talents from aristocratic families or military academies? However, when he was emitting the scent of kerosene, it was not a good time to argue with the other party. Fat Cui suppressed the anger in his heart and shouted at Qu Feizhi: "General, we are all soldiers, officers of a country, can you please do something like this?"

Qu Feizhi immediately sat on the ground, using his arm to hold his head and thought for a good while, then shouted: "According to the rules of our army, when we reach the front lines, the commanders can prepare their own papers according to the situation on the battlefield. General opposite you, if you think you can do it, then write a surrender letter on your horse. You can compare if you want to write one and sign it as a pledge.

After hearing this, Fat Cui carefully evaluated the situation of the enemies and allies. On the surface, it seemed that his own strength was at a 10: 1 ratio, but he was at a disadvantage in two aspects. At this distance and slope, it was enough for the opponent to launch two to three rounds of handheld crossbow s. If it was combined with more insidious moves like potholes and torches, annihilating their entire troops would be no joke.

Second, morale. The enemy had dared to surround two thousand with two hundred, or even force them down. On his side, who had ever seen an ordinary soldier, from high to low, each of them carrying a head of kerosene. Queuing to deliver a roasted suckling pig to someone else, who would be afraid that the other party would cut off the dishes on the table?

In conclusion, besides making up for the difference in numbers, these two points also determined the outcome of the battle to a certain extent. But for now, he didn't have the advantage.

Thinking about that, Fat Cui turned and looked at the soldiers beside him. The heads of the kerosene that were drenched one by one, and the eyes that were filled with the desire to live, displayed his truest thoughts. Fat Cui knew that he could still sign on behalf of the big guys this time because the soldiers were giving him face. If they felt that he couldn't handle it, then picking a new officer was just a matter of time before the white blade went in and out with the red blade.

After figuring out all these points, Fat Cui raised his head again and shouted at Qu Feizhi.

According to convention, Fat Cui wrote his name, place of origin, and department down on a piece of paper seriously. He got the soldier to hand it over to Qu Feizhi so that he could write the surrender letter. Although the Fat Cui was a military officer, his Moqiu State was already filled with battles, it was not uncommon for them to surrender and rebel tomorrow, so he himself did not take it too seriously, quietly sitting there and waiting for Qu Feizhi to prepare the surrender letter.

But after a full two hours, Qu Feizhi finally gave the draft of the surrender letter to Fat Cui. Fat Cui's hands took the surrender letter, and looked through it from start to finish, his expression changing three times. He held the surrender letter in his hands, and his entire body was spouting nonsense as he spoke to Qu Feizhi in a trembling voice: "Master, uncle, and biological father, you are trying to kill me!"

Qu Feizhi raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "I'm not willing to kill you, I was hoping that you would help me take down the Tiger Roar City!"