Pei Lun's shout was like thunder, which froze the soldiers who were preparing to fill the soil, and made everyone around him look at him in astonishment.
Pei Lun rushed to the edge of the pit oozing with black sticky substance.
He ignored the pungent smell, squatted down, stretched out his fingers which were a little cracked due to lack of water, and carefully touched a little of the black grease.
He brought it close to his eyes, carefully observing its color and viscosity, then brought it under his nose and took a deep sniff.
The pungent smell of sulfur and coke rushed straight into my mind!
In an instant, Pei Lun's thoughts flew back to Liangzhou, and to the secret instructions Zhao Muyun gave to him and Tang Yanhai before leaving.
Zhao Muyun asked the two of them to manage Longyou, open up a trade route from the Western Regions to Shuozhou, and look for the whereabouts of the fierce fire oil.
During the two months that the two men had been in Longyou, in addition to mediating between the Western Regions and Longyou, they had also been searching.
However, there were no clues.
Who would have thought that after searching for a long time, he would find the kerosene without any effort at all, in the difficult situation of Heidu Mountain.
Zhao Muyun also said that this kerosene is very easy to ignite. Once ignited, it spreads instantly and the fire spreads very quickly, and it cannot be extinguished with water.
Suddenly, this dark, sticky liquid with an ominous smell seemed to turn into a burning fire of hope in Pei Lun's eyes!
"Brother Pei? What are you doing..."
Guo Xiaoti looked at Pei Lun's face, which was a mixture of shock, ecstasy and disbelief, and was puzzled.
He was even more worried that Pei Lun might be distracted due to lack of water.
Pei Lun stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing with a burning light. He tightly grasped Guo Xiaoti's arm, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:
"Old Guo! This isn't filthy stuff! This is flaming oil! General Zhao said it's incredibly powerful!"
"Fire oil?"
Guo Xiaoti was stunned. He had obviously heard of this thing, but his impression was that it was mostly used for defending the city, fire attack or lighting.
Compared to the thirst-quenching and life-saving water, appearing here at this moment seems...
"Yes! Fiery oil!" Pei Lun interrupted his thoughts, speaking rapidly, "Look at the texture, the smell! General Zhao said it's extremely flammable, and once ignited, the fire is extremely difficult to extinguish! This is a weapon gifted by God to defeat the enemy! This is the funeral gift from Heidu Mountain to Wumuchi!"
He suddenly turned to the soldier who had discovered the flaming oil, then looked at the bewildered soldiers around him. His voice suddenly rose, filled with unquestionable power:
"This isn't doom! This is life! It's the weapon that will allow us to turn defeat into victory and make those Tartars down the mountain pay with their blood!"
Pei Lun's words were like a huge rock thrown into stagnant water, causing a thousand waves.
The soldiers looked at each other, from their initial surprise and suspicion to seeing their commander so confident and ecstatic, a glimmer of hope was rekindled in their eyes.
Although they still didn't understand how this black thing could become a weapon to kill the enemy, Pei Lun's belief infected them.
"Brother Guo!"
Pei Lun no longer hesitated and immediately began to deploy. "Send more manpower immediately. Starting from this spot, dig outwards! See how much of this incendiary oil there is! Be careful! No sparks allowed!"
"Understood!" Although Guo Xiaoti was skeptical, seeing Pei Lun was so sure and it was related to the life and death of the entire army, he immediately carried out the order.
Excavation work began quickly.
Sure enough, as the excavation scope expanded, more and more black viscous liquid seeped out from the cracks in the rocks and the soil, gathered in the low-lying areas, and gradually formed a large "oil puddle".
A pungent smell filled the air, but at this moment, in the eyes of the Shuozhou veterans, the smell was no longer disgusting, but instead carried a vengeful burning feeling.
Pei Lun personally surveyed the nearby terrain and quickly selected a ravine located below their main position. It had a narrow entrance, a relatively wide interior, and a significantly low bottom.
This ravine is one of the only ways to go up the mountain and is also one of the last lines of defense they have set up.
"This is it!"
Pei Lun pointed at the ravine, his eyes flashing coldly, "Carefully drain all the kerosene you dug into this ravine!"
"Try to get it to cover the bottom, seep into the soil, and cling to the rocks! We're going to prepare a grand crematorium for Wumuchi!"
The order was given and the soldiers took action immediately.
They carefully dug drainage ditches with tools, used whatever containers they could find to hold the sticky kerosene, and poured it into the selected ravine.
The black grease flowed slowly, covering the gravel and soil at the bottom of the ditch, and glowed with a strange luster in the sunlight.
The pungent smell in the air became stronger.
At the same time, Pei Lun began his performance.
He ordered strict control of daily water rations to create the illusion that the water source had completely dried up.
Soon, an atmosphere of despair began to spread on the mountain.
The soldiers were required to appear listless and restless, and some were even deliberately made to collapse "weakly" on the hillside, or to "break out" in conflict over a little bit of muddy mud.
These scenes were naturally seen by the Beidi scouts who were always monitoring at the foot of the mountain.
"General! The Yin army on the mountain seems to be unable to hold on!"
The Tartar scout captain excitedly reported to Wumuchi, "Their water supply has been cut off, their morale is low, and we've seen several riots today. It seems they are at the end of their rope!"
Wumuchi stood on the watchtower of the camp, looking at the seemingly chaotic scene on Heidu Mountain from afar, with a cold smile on his lips.
In recent days, he has been upset by the harassment from the "Zhao" flag army in the north. Although he knows that their intention is to contain them, he dare not ignore it completely.
Now that Pei Lun's troops on the mountain are in disarray, this is a godsend opportunity!
"It seems that Zhao Muyun's strategy of deceiving the enemy won't save his comrades on the mountain."
Wumuchi snorted coldly, "Send the order! Dispatch 5,000 cavalry, led by Lieutenant General Baru, to keep a close eye on the Yin army to the north! If they dare to approach and harass us again, I will strike them hard and make sure they are defeated or driven away!"
"Yes!" The messenger took the order and left.
"The remaining five thousand warriors, follow me in person!" Wumuchi drew his scimitar and pointed it at Heidushan. "Strike them while they are weak! Assault the mountaintop in one fell swoop, annihilate Pei Lun and Guo Xiaoti, and raise the might of our Great Di army!"
“Roar! Roar! Roar!”
Wild shouts erupted in the Beidi camp, and a mixed force of five thousand elite cavalry and infantry quickly assembled. Under the personal leadership of Wumuchi, they rushed towards Heidu Mountain like a black tide.
The movement at the foot of the mountain had already been noticed by the scouts sent by Pei Lun.
"General! The Tartars have divided their forces! About 5,000 are heading north, and the remaining 5,000, led by Wumuchi himself, are attacking the mountain!"
Pei Lun and Guo Xiaoti looked at each other and saw the solemnity and determination in each other's eyes.
The first step of the plan was successful!
"Follow the plan!"
Pei Lun gave the order in a deep voice, "The front team will block the attack from the dangerous position. After a brief resistance, feign collapse and retreat towards the 'Yougou' direction while fighting!"
"Remember, defeat must be done in a realistic manner! Show the Tartars your panic and despair!"
"clear!"
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