Red is the main theme tonight; blood is red, and fire is red.
As planned, Lin Mo used the system to exchange for a large amount of ignition materials late at night. Within a few dozen seconds, flames simultaneously erupted in hundreds of locations within the fortress.
Destruction is far easier and less troublesome than construction.
Most of the buildings in the fortress were constructed from flammable pine wood mixed with earth and stone. The weather was dry, and Lin Mo had exchanged for enhanced flammable materials, so a single rocket could easily ignite an uncontrollable fire.
The night wind blew, and the merciless fire dragon burned even more fiercely, raging across the incredibly sturdy fortress.
Awakened by the intense heat and noise, the bandits screamed and cried as they helplessly ran out of the burning house. They called to their companions while frantically fetching water to put out the fire.
They tried to save their home from the fire demon, but all their efforts were in vain.
It is autumn now, and the fortress is located on a mountaintop, where the night wind is fierce and the water source is far away.
Even with two hundred years of civilization, the Great Xia Dynasty couldn't achieve artificial rainmaking, let alone have martial artists in fantasy novels using magic to extinguish fires.
What made the bandits even more desperate was that these ignition sources appeared out of nowhere in various inexplicable ways.
In an attempt to extinguish the fire, the ignition source was removed, only to reappear in its original position with a "duang" the next second.
Arrows flying from the shadows from time to time brought the bandits to the brink of mental collapse.
Soon, the greedy flames swept across the entire stronghold, engulfing everything under their claws.
Life appears so fragile in the face of natural disasters caused by human intervention.
The bandits ran wildly through the fortress like they were being herded. They ran east, only to find a sea of fire; they ran south, only to see flames soaring into the sky; they ran west, only to be met with menacing flames; and they ran north, only to find a sheer cliff.
The screams of the dying and the stench of burning human flesh turned the entire fortress into a living hell.
Outside, flames raged, and inside the hall, the village chiefs were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
"What exactly happened?" Chief Wu asked in astonishment. "How did the fire start? Which soldiers were involved?"
"I...I don't know. This fire seems to have fallen from the sky! And...the soldiers...could be...divine soldiers from heaven!"
"You're talking utter nonsense!" Chief Wu roared.
The people of Daxia believed in ghosts and gods. At such a time, you would say that divine soldiers or a great fire had descended from the sky?
What, even God can't stand our behavior anymore?
Without saying a word, Chief Wu grabbed his single-edged sword and slashed it fiercely at the bandit's head, killing him instantly.
"Quickly! Shout out the brothers!"
He shouted loudly, then charged out with his single-edged sword, followed closely by the other chieftains.
Soon, Chief Wu arrived at the entrance of the stronghold with his men.
You wouldn't believe it until you see it. Outside the fortress, a dark mass of soldiers clad in Great Xia armor stood, each with a stern face and wielding a long spear. Their menacing aura sent a chill down Chief Wu's spine.
The Xia soldiers deliberately kept a certain distance from the gate of the stronghold to avoid being burned by the fire inside the stronghold.
Upon seeing Chief Wu and his men, Xu Chu immediately waved his hand, and thousands of archers behind him nocked their arrows, ready to fire.
The bandits now have only two options: either be burned to death by the fire or risk their lives to break out and fight the Xia soldiers to the death.
Without a doubt, Chief Wu chose the latter.
However, the three gates of the fortified city, which were once a source of pride, have now become a nightmare for bandits.
They had to brave a hail of arrows and force their way through the treacherous gate.
In particular, the road is exposed to strong winds, and the steps of the third door are even more slippery due to years of drizzle.
When their lives were in danger, these bandits completely disregarded morality and discipline, and rushed to escape.
The passage was very narrow, and a volley of arrows came, killing many of the bandits who were running ahead.
The pile of corpses led to more and more bandits blocking the passage.
The situation became increasingly critical, to the point that Chief Wu lost his mind.
He brandished his single-edged sword, cleaving the bandit blocking his path, then pushed him aside, letting him fall off the cliff.
Seeing this, the other bandits no longer cared about morality.
For a moment, shouts, curses, and the painful screams of those falling off the cliff echoed through Tanlang Mountain, as if the mountain god on the mountain was mocking the fragility of human nature.
Some people had just passed through the passage when they were pushed to the ground by their companions behind them. Before they could get up, their backs were already covered by the feet of countless people.
However, the bandits who managed to escape to the gate of the stronghold were greeted by Xu Chu, a man with a stern face, eyes like copper bells, and wielding two axes, who was extremely fierce.
Seeing this, Chief Wu, who claimed to be the second best fighter in Sichuan, panicked. His brows twitched, his palms sweated profusely, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Are you the bandit leader of Greedy Wolf Stronghold?" Xu Chu asked him. "You damned bastard, you've built such a big stronghold, causing me to suffer several defeats. You're going to die!"
This shout startled Chief Wu, causing him to tremble and break out in a cold sweat.
"Chief Wu, this is Xu Chu!" Lu Dayou shouted from behind, "Go! Chop him down!"
"That's right, Chief Wu, kill this bastard and avenge our fallen brothers!"
Wu Yue frowned. Not long ago, he had boasted that he would chop Xu Chu into pieces if he met him, but now, seeing him in person, he was so flustered that he couldn't move his legs. Meanwhile, the other chieftains behind him were stirring things up from different angles. This feeling was completely indescribable.
"Boss, they're the ones who burned down our village! Chop them up!"
After hesitating for a long time, Wu Yue finally shouted in a very cowardly manner, "Brothers, let's attack together and kill them all!"
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