C45 (1/2)

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.