Lin Feng chatted and laughed with the grain inspector and others.
The muscular young soldier beside her carefully and respectfully poured her wine. He had danced earlier without a shirt, and now he was only wearing a thin outer garment. The garment was so sheer that the texture of his skin beneath the fabric could be seen rising and falling with his breath.
Yes, it is indeed quite pleasing to the eye.
This person was also very good at reading people's expressions. Without Lin Feng having to say anything, he only needed to glance at him out of the corner of his eye to fill the glass for him.
The grain inspector chuckled as he looked at the two men.
It exudes a sense of sleazy and ambiguity.
Finally, he put on an expression of knowing all the tricks of the trade, his face saying "I understand" and said considerately, "Brother, it's getting late. You have a long journey ahead of you tomorrow, so you should rest early. Why don't we stop here for today? If there's a chance in the future, I'll treat you to a proper meal."
After saying that, he gave a wink to the soldiers beside Lin Feng.
The soldier forcibly suppressed his barely concealed excitement.
In the military, while merit and strength certainly matter, personal connections are also indispensable. If he can seize this opportunity, wouldn't he naturally catch the eye of his superiors? If the man beside him, out of consideration for their past night of kindness, put in a good word for him, his good days won't be far off.
Receiving a look from the grain inspector, he deliberately softened his voice, leaning close to Lin Feng's ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck: "Where is the escort envoy?"
Lin Feng looked at him with clear blue eyes filled with mist.
A smile suddenly spread across her face, and she shifted her weight slightly toward him.
The soldiers noticed this small detail and were overjoyed. They helped the quite drunk Lin Feng leave the banquet tent. As the heavy curtains of the tent were drawn behind them, they could still hear the grain supervisors laughing and urging each other to drink: "Let's continue."
"Haha, keep going, keep going."
"What's that saying again? 'No one leaves until they're drunk'?"
"Yes, yes, it's all about drinking until we drop."
These sounds gradually faded into the distance behind us.
The soldiers took Lin Feng back to the camp where she was staying.
Lin Feng sat on the edge of the bed, hands supporting him, in a powerful, relaxed posture. His once fair cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue from the intoxication. With each breath, his thick, long eyelashes, like butterflies, fluttered. The soldier, gazing at this exquisitely handsome man, couldn't help but slow his movements. He half-squatted to help Lin Feng remove his boots. Holding the boots in his hands, he let the soles rest on Lin Feng's knees. At that moment, the foot beneath his hands exerted a slight pressure, and a gaze fell upon the top of Lin Feng's head.
The soldier looked up and met those captivating blue eyes.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he made a gesture with both hands as if to push the person down.
Women were scarce in the Northern Desert, and the military camps were predominantly male-dominated. Soldiers, brimming with yang energy, often sought solace in each other's company during periods of heat, without regard for hierarchy or distinction between superiors and inferiors. The soldiers reasoned that the envoy, having drunk alcohol, was unlikely to take the initiative. They figured they could serve him first, and once he was satisfied and sobered up, they could switch roles. However, before his hand could even touch the other's shoulder, a lean, strong hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward with tremendous force, forcing him to stumble.
Then his vision blurred as the messenger grabbed him with one hand, bent one leg, and pressed his knee against his chest and abdomen.
Upon seeing the two men's postures, the soldier understood.
Clearly, the messenger disliked being passive.
He chuckled ambiguously, saying, "Make—"
Before he could finish speaking, the messenger's other hand shot out like lightning, brushing against the boot. A fleeting, bright white light flashed in the darkness. The soldier had barely grasped the meaning of that light when a sharp pain shot through his neck. He instinctively reached up to touch it, only to find a warm, sticky substance and a hard, cold object. The sticky, warm substance was his blood; the hard, cold object was a dagger.
The hilt of the dagger was held in the messenger's hand.
In his final moments, he only saw the intoxicating smile on the messenger's lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He didn't know why the messenger had suddenly attacked him. He tried to call for help, but was met only with endless darkness. Lin Feng didn't even glance at the blood splattered on him, drew his dagger, and sheathed it in his boot. She calmly rose and lifted the heavy curtain.
There were torches for lighting at the entrance of the camp.
She casually took one out of there and held it in her hand.
After taking two steps, Su Shiyilu stopped, and a sinister voice came from the darkness behind him: "According to your plan, we've made our move."
Lin Feng turned to the side.
The torch illuminated half of her beautiful face, which was flushed with a smile.
The other half of the image is shrouded in shadow, revealing a murderous intent.
She said, "Okay, let's do it."
Su Shiyilu had come ahead to meet Lin Feng, and the generals he left behind acted according to the agreed time. They could already hear the commotion over there. Even if Lin Feng secretly poisoned the food in the kitchen beforehand—using a plant unique to Wuzhou that could paralyze and induce sleep, a plant that had been purified and improved by a ruthless man surnamed Yu in the Ministry of Justice, making it extremely potent—it wouldn't last long.
The soldiers guarding the granary elsewhere heard the commotion and came over, but they couldn't hold out.
"Lin Lingde, then why don't you move!"
What annoyed Su Shiyi was that, at this point, instead of focusing on burning down the granary, Lin Feng had the leisure to kill a man who was trying to climb into her bed. Did she not know that time was of the essence? Su Shiyi internally cursed her with extremely harsh words.
Lin Feng tossed the torch in his hand into the darkness: "Okay."
The torch fell to the ground and sparked.
The night wind was strong, but the torches were not extinguished.
The alluring, flickering flames lingered in place for a moment, then a crisp "whoosh" sound was heard in the air.
Flames, originating from an unknown source, spread in all directions. Within two breaths, the burning network had expanded to over twenty nearby tents. From above, it resembled a massive, intricate spiderweb!
Wherever the flames passed, the fire spread with astonishing force.
In no time, it ignited all the flammable materials nearby.
The grain warehouse caught fire, and the fire spread rapidly.
It was so fast that it was difficult to even tell where the fire started!
Because of this scene, Su Shiyilu's face twitched violently—he had excellent eyesight and could clearly see that the medium that allowed the fire to spread everywhere was a series of thin, black "hemp ropes".
Are these "hemp ropes" coated with kerosene?
Lin Feng said calmly, "That's a special kind of plant."
This plant is closely related to the "corpse vine," but its application range is smaller, and it is more difficult to survive because it can make the absorbed energy extremely active and unstable, igniting upon contact with fire. Its effect is comparable to an alternative form of flammable oil.
Legend has it that the mermaid oil lamp burns eternally, and although the "oil" from this special plant is not as potent as mermaid oil, it is still very durable.
Lin Feng's initial intention in tinkering with it was simply to reduce lighting costs.
If lighting costs were reduced, countless students from poor and commoner backgrounds could benefit. Besides the usual expenses for writing materials, oil lamps were also a significant cost. Lin Feng, studying under Chu Yao, didn't suffer much hardship, but Yu Zi, who was by his side, was different.
For a period of time, Yu Zi dared not use an oil lamp for lighting and studied by moonlight late at night, which Lin Feng noticed.
If Wei Heng is like this, what about others?
Lighting lamps made from this plant are very popular.
It is of good quality, inexpensive, and durable.
The only downside is that it's hard to extinguish.
In the distance, Su Shiyilu's generals had already charged out.
Fires raged throughout the granary.
Where the firelight licked, it was as bright as day.
Many soldiers from the northern desert were awakened by the eerily warming air, their minds still foggy. Some were killed by blades that appeared out of nowhere before they fully regained consciousness, while others were luckier, the shock temporarily overcoming their drowsiness: "Fire! Fire!"
"Fire!"
"Fire! Help!"
"Wake up, everyone wake up—"
"Help—help me—"
The fire spread faster than they could comprehend. Many soldiers hadn't even reacted before the flames engulfed them, turning them into human torches, screaming and writhing for help. But at this critical moment, who had time to save others? They were only thinking about saving the granary! If the granary burned down, their lives would be lost too!
A chaotic scene of people and noise filled the granary and camp.
Cries for help, shouts of firefighters, screams of agony...
Many of the northern desert soldiers who went to put out the fire ended up getting burned themselves.
In the chaos, some people took the opportunity to kill.
These killings could not be completely concealed, and soon witnesses noticed something was wrong, sending out a signal of enemy attack before dying. However, this signal only added to the chaos.
Enemy attack?
Who is the enemy?
Where did they come from?
This place is the very heart of the granary!
If the enemy were to invade, why was there no sign of it outside?
Many Northern Desert soldiers, filled with such doubts, were either consumed by flames or had their necks severed by unfamiliar faces.
Su Shiyilu's generals led their men to join them.
Enemies along the path?
Every single one of them was cut down.
When I arrived, I still felt a little unreal—arson and murder should have been entrusted to them. Killing was easy, but creating such a large fire without alerting the enemy was not. Only when the fire became uncontrollable could the operation be considered 80% successful! The remaining 20% was a successful breakout!
Now that the fire has reached its peak, all that's needed is to concentrate our forces to break through.
The difficulty has suddenly decreased by 80%!
"General!"
Su Shiyi glanced at Lin Feng, his mind racing. He keenly sensed an aura of equal strength approaching, and without hesitation, he appointed two trusted confidants to command the operation, setting out to break through the encirclement along a predetermined route.
His trusted lieutenant was horrified: "General, how can this be done?"
Su Shiyilu: "The fire isn't big enough!"
Almost instantly, a towering barrier rose from the location of the fire inside the granary—or more precisely, from the point where the fire had started. The barrier was bathed in the orange-red hue of the sunset. This seemingly fragile structure effectively contained the fire within its walls!
If the fire is brought under control, the grain warehouse will only suffer a maximum loss of 20-30%!
Compared to the military achievement of burning down the entire granary, this was a significant reduction, and Su Shiyilu was naturally unwilling to accept it—what he was most unwilling to accept was that all of this was orchestrated by Lin Feng alone! Was he just there to be a spectator to support the Wuzhou warriors?
Today, this granary will be burned whether we want to or not!
His trusted lieutenants did not offer much advice.
At times like these, military orders must be carried out thoroughly.
Su Shiyilu kicked off the ground, charging headlong at the rapidly approaching unfamiliar presence: "Lin Lingde, I'll only buy you a quarter of an hour. If you can't handle this in a quarter of an hour, you can stay here!"
The next second, his expression turned strange.
Why?
He felt his already abundant martial energy surge like a rocket, and not only did his martial energy increase, but his fighting spirit also ignited like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, burning uncontrollably. This feeling was not unfamiliar, but it wasn't exactly familiar either.
[The Five Virtues of a General], all five virtues emerge together!
This is still an amplification spell from an enemy.
For a moment, Su Shiyilu cursed even more harshly in his heart.
However, he didn't have the extra energy at the moment; dealing with the endless stream of enemies was the priority. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight bursts of martial energy slammed into him. The martial energy collided with his martial armor and weapons, producing a piercing sound.
Su Shiyi was also forced to take a few steps back.
He held his weapon horizontally, and the energy blade kicked up dust several feet high on the ground. Stones and gravel were lifted up by the martial energy along with half a foot of soil, surging towards the enemy like a giant wave.
boom--
Two bursts of martial energy pierced through the ground.
One person's target is Su Shiyilu, and the other's target is Lin Feng. Lin Feng is a scholar with a refined mind, while one person is enough to be a martial artist with courage and skill.
All the other generals charged towards Su Shiyilu.
Judging from their posture, they intend to keep him here.
Several weapons, carrying the force of an avalanche, crashed down simultaneously. As the blades pierced the air, a faint flash of lightning accompanied them. Su Shiyi's ankle was forced halfway into the ground, but he could still hold on. Although he had no intention of fighting to the death, nor did he want to be underestimated by Lin Feng, he focused his attention on blocking the lone general—even if Lin Feng were to die, he would have to burn down the granary first! And he would have to die by Lin Feng's hand!
Lin Feng multitasked, keeping an eye on Su Shiyilu's situation while also keeping his gaze on the barrier, a calm smile on his face.
"A strong wind rises, and the clouds fly high!"
A sudden gust of wind arose, and the clouds and mist churned with the wind.
Dozens of crimson fire dragons were reborn from the flames, riding the clouds and crashing into areas untouched by fire in all directions. When the dragons landed, they resembled a shower of starlight falling to earth.
They did not perish.
Instead, it is brewing a new life in the flames.
"My might extends throughout the land, yet I return to my homeland!"
Another spell fell upon Su Shiyilu.
The surging, burning martial energy coursed wildly through his limbs and bones.
His body was like a container overflowing with water, with more and more liquid pouring in, desperately needing an outlet. Su Shiyilu had the illusion that if he opened his mouth, the excess martial energy would erupt from it.
"That's incredibly arrogant!"
The fire dragon was rampaging, so naturally it had to be extinguished with water.
This place was, after all, one of the most important granaries in the Northern Desert, and naturally, scholars were stationed there to guard it. However, they hadn't expected the fire to spread so quickly, leaving them no room to react or buffer.
Water columns rose up everywhere, and waves gathered overhead.
Lin Feng remained calm and composed throughout.
After glancing at the chaotic figures in the sky and on the ground, and under the horrified gazes of the arriving scholars, he unleashed his Word of Power.
"Submerged in water and then into fire—"
Let this chaos come even more thoroughly!
Everyone, go to hell!
A gray blizzard raged around her, instantly coalescing into an ethereal dragon shadow. The dragon shadow circled the forest winds and soared into the sky, its roar echoing through the night!
Lin Feng raised his hand to brush away the blond-haired, blue-eyed disguise.
She revealed her true form, her pretty face now filled with chilling murderous intent.
|ω`)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
