The sky is getting darker and the fire is getting more and more intense. The fire illuminates the dark night sky so brightly that the fire is like blood, filling the mountains in the distance.

Vice-Commander Zhang's hand holding the scabbard had blue veins popping out. Thinking of Xia Changke's explanation and plan before he left, he was on the verge of collapse in the battle between man and nature in his mind.

Go save people, I'm afraid it will cost your own life.

Don't save people, in that cottage, there are three thousand guards of the priest's mansion, compatriots who used to be under the same roof, can't they just watch these people being burned to death by these fires and thick smoke?

He made a lot of plans and thought of a lot of ways, but he didn't count that Qin Wuyan had waited for so long, but he just took advantage of the change of the weather and attacked without using a single soldier or fire.

Qin Wuyan looked at the blazing fire with satisfaction, looked sideways at Deputy Commander Zhang whose blood-red face was illuminated by the fire, and asked: "Deputy Commander Zhang, have you considered it?"

Deputy Commander Zhang: "..."

Qin Wuyan gave the choice to Vice Commander Zhang: "If Vice Commander Zhang wants to save these rogues, he can take them into the mountains. If he doesn't want to save them, this Commander will not force you."

These words were not serious, and the voice was neither loud nor low, but it was enough for the captains of the guards surrounding Vice Commander Zhang to hear clearly.

If Qin Wuyan forced him to save people, he would have to go save them, and he would not feel so much guilt and apology in his heart. The death or injury of the guards he brought over would not be his fault. .

If Qin Wuyan doesn't allow him to save people, he can be calmer and convince himself that Qin Wuyan killed too much and he is not allowed to save people, and he can have a clear conscience.

However, Qin Wuyan gave himself the initiative to save people or not, and let him decide for himself. It seemed that he was given the right to choose, but it was embarrassing for him.

Save him, with such a fierce fire, he led his men into the deep mountains. If he himself was besieged, not only would he not be able to save people, but he would be killed and injured by the fire and thick smoke, what should he do?

Don't save them, if all those people in the cottage are dead, it will be my responsibility.

He clearly didn't come to wipe out the bandits, his ultimate goal was to capture Qin Wuyan without anyone noticing, and let Qin Wuyan die quietly in this battle.

After all, Qin Wuyan made a big splash in the dragon boat race, if he died so quietly, once the people in the Min Mansion rioted, the Priest Mansion would not be able to give those ignorant common people an explanation.

But if Qin Wuyan died in the battle to wipe out the bandits for the safety of the people in Yuecheng, the people in the whole city would only think that Qin Wuyan died tragically, and use it to remember, and the Min Mansion could not find any factual evidence To discredit the priest's house...

Vice-commander Zhang was riding a tiger, not knowing what to do. He looked at the fire, sighed heavily, and cupped his hands at Qin Wuyan: "I also want to rescue those people in the cottage, and advise them to change their ways, but If the guard brought over is injured, and the person is not rescued, the loss outweighs the gain.

The humble job needs to have a good discussion with the captains of the guards before making a decision. "

Qin Wuyan had expected this result a long time ago, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Please do it!"

He jumped off the rock, climbed up the big tree, sat on the branch, took out the bamboo flute from his cuff, and played it...

The melodious sound of the flute, accompanied by the whimpering wind, drifted away in the night sky, like the cry of a ghost, creepy...

Although there are three thousand guards under his command, but thinking of Gui Yuanqu's divine power that night, Deputy Commander Zhang only felt that his kneecaps were soft...