Ning Ye said calmly, "Don't worry, just wait a little longer. Yan Luo should be able to stop their logistics troops, and we will soon have reinforcements arriving. The time when we truly break the deadlock shouldn't be too far off."
Wang Wu smiled and said, "That's good, that's good. I'm not afraid of death, but it's really hard for me to bear seeing my brothers die in battle every day."
"I know none of you are afraid of death. Let's hold on a little longer. The prince on the other side will definitely regret it."
Ning Ye's confidence stemmed from the fact that he had learned from the jade pendant that the imperial army had already set off and it was only a matter of time before they arrived.
When the army arrives, this prince will probably have to be dutifully transferred back, and then the siege of Qingyuan County will be lifted.
If we're talking about who's the busiest person right now, it's probably the new county magistrate, Zhang Zihe. After all, all he has to do is focus on fighting, but there are a lot of logistical issues to deal with. Ningye only has enough food, and not much in the way of supplies for defending the city.
These matters can only be handled by Zhang Zihe alone. Of course, Lin Qinshu will definitely help when needed; it's impossible to put such a heavy burden on one person alone.
If you were to ask who harbors the strongest resentment right now, Zhang Zifeng's name would probably be on the list.
After witnessing the brutality of a battlefield firsthand, Zhang Zifeng felt that these suddenly appearing rebels were all a group of utterly wicked people.
They hadn't provoked anyone, and they were living such good lives, yet someone still didn't want them to have an easy time. How could Zhang Zifeng possibly accept that?
At this moment, Zhang Zifeng was in his courtyard researching how to make things easier for the soldiers guarding the city, and the raw material he needed was the combustion accelerant he had used before.
Although fire attacks are used in sieges nowadays, they only use oil. Zhang Zifeng felt that this was not enough, and she needed a new and better method.
Even the chubby boy and Wang Mingyang were forcibly dragged over to help, although their understanding of these things was really too low, but the things they made were just as good as they could be.
Wang Mingyang even felt that what Zhang Zifeng was researching was too heinous, since if this thing appeared, it could very well be everyone's nightmare.
Zhang Zifeng carefully prepared the ingredients and proceeded with the mixing steps in an orderly manner. When the green flame ignited, even from a great distance, one could still feel an extremely intense heat.
Zhang Zifeng tilted her head and said, "Why do I feel like something's not quite right? This color is a little different from what's described in the book."
Wang Mingyang carefully produced a small amount of the flame and threw it on the ground. He then tried to extinguish it with a wooden board, but the flame showed no sign of going out, except for getting onto the board.
Even if you pour water on it, the flames will still float on the surface of the water, and they will burn even more fiercely than before.
Wang Mingyang said, "Although the color is wrong, I think this is the effect you want. There's no need to get hung up on the color."
The chubby boy echoed, "I also think that as long as the effect is the same, there's no problem. Anyway, even though this thing is only a preliminary success, do we really need to use it?"
Zhang Zifeng replied without hesitation, "I once read in a book that being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself. Are they more important than you, young master?"
Once Zhang Zifeng said this, the chubby boy didn't want to say anything more. After all, Ning Ye was no different from them, and thus they had a debt of gratitude for his life.
Since the other party is an enemy, there should indeed be no possibility of showing any pity.
Now that he had succeeded, Zhang Zifeng immediately went to find Lin Qinshu. After all, although the reserves of these materials were not large, Zhang Zifeng knew that Lin Qinshu must have some in stock.
After acquiring all the inventory, Zhang Zifeng began working overtime to transform everything into fire capable of burning anything.
The next morning, when Zhang Zifeng delivered the item to the city wall, Ning Ye was quite surprised. He felt that the item was similar in principle to an incendiary bomb, although it was crudely made, but it was still usable.
Ning Ye held up the crudely made burning object in front of him and asked, "Have you ever tested how long this thing can burn?"
"If there's nothing there, this thing can burn for half an hour, and after half an hour the flames will gradually go out."
Ning Ye was at a loss for words when it came to Zhang Zifeng. This thing should be considered a low-end incendiary bomb, but it burned for a much longer time than expected.
Seeing the several large trucks full of goods that Zhang Zifeng had brought, Ning Ye knew that these guys were in for a rough time today.
At the very beginning of the project, Ning Ye had already arranged these incendiary bombs in a straight line and dropped them down, ensuring that the area below would be engulfed in flames, so that he could quietly enjoy watching these people beg for mercy from above.
Sure enough, when the green sea of fire rose, anyone who came into contact with it screamed in agony, but they soon discovered that they had no way to extinguish the flames.
Even if they rolled around on the ground, the flames clung to them like maggots, and even if they took off their clothes, their hands would be burned to a crisp if they got the flames on them.
This scene is probably even more indescribable than the bloody scene itself, as it all looks far too cruel.
The one-sided screams seemed to reach the heavens, but how many people still felt pity? They were all thinking only of death, that dying was the best end.
Only death can bring complete liberation from this weary world.
Chu Junbao watched everything with a cold eye and realized that Ning Ye must have some trump card he hadn't used yet. But now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he had only one thought: he had to get it.
The more things Ning Ye brought out, the more valuable he believed Qingyuan County was. Only a place like this was worth wasting so much of his time here.
Of course, Chu Junbao also knew the importance of morale, so he did not continue to demand that the soldiers attack the city today. Instead, he did his best to help the wounded soldiers and never let them feel disheartened.
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