Yuan suddenly reminded Ma Xiaoquan: "Ma Xiaoquan, if you really can't do it, just swallow all the fire."
"What?" Ma Xiaoquan stopped putting out the fire and stood blankly, talking to Yuan in his mind, "Can I swallow those flames?"
"Well, in theory it should be possible."...
"Why didn't I know?"
Source: "Have you never seen the original Tomorrow Heart use yellow flames?"
"Yellow flame? You mean...soft yellow fire?"
"Well, it seems you know it right. It's soft yellow fire. The characteristics of this fire are even more interesting. However, due to our current situation, I'm afraid you won't be able to use it..."
"Then what nonsense are you talking about?" Ma Xiaoquan rolled his eyes, threw his coat into a bucket to soak it, and then continued to put out the fire.
"Why are you anxious? I haven't finished yet. The characteristics of soft yellow fire are very interesting. It can eat other fires."
"Ah? Eat it, how to eat it? Can fire eat fire?"
"This is just a description, you idiot. Anyway, the soft yellow fire can devour other flames."
"You've been talking for a long time. Although it's very interesting, I can't use it. What's the point of it?"
"No, what I mean is that although you can't use it, you can swallow fire. The stimulation of soft yellow fire requires a certain amount of accumulation."
"I'll go, it's so miraculous, then tell me, how should I eat it? It's burning so fiercely, I can't possibly suck it on my face, right?"
"Don't tell me, I just asked you to suck it."
"Fuck, this fire doesn't burn in any pattern, how can I smoke it?"
"Just go up and suck it. Although you can't use the soft yellow fire, you have the factors of the soft yellow fire in your body. Presumably, when you get close to the flame, these factors will be activated and help you absorb the flame."
"Well, okay, even though it makes me confused, I'm willing to give it a try." After saying that, Ma Xiaoquan dropped his coat and walked to the brightest spot of fire that was still burning.
"Sir, it's dangerous," two Ming soldiers shouted.
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and motioned for all of you not to come over. Then he slowly opened his mouth and made an action that seemed ordinary to ordinary people - sucking.
The next moment, Ma Xiaoquan suddenly felt a strange feeling in his body. It was as if something had activated his whole body, and there was an inexplicable sense of longing. Yes, he was eager to swallow those things that were still burning.
The feeling of fire.
"It's so magical..." Ma Xiaoquan sighed secretly in his heart. The next moment, he tried to inhale, and the natural flame that was burning out of control magically came to him.
"I'm going." Ma Xiaoquan was startled. Although he was not afraid of flames and the flames could not hurt him, he still felt a little unbearable when faced with the fierce flames.
"What are you afraid of? You can control fire yourself, so you are not afraid of any flames. When you temporarily lost the ability to control fire, didn't it mean that fire still couldn't burn you?"
Ma Xiaoquan responded: "That's true, but they are all coming to me. Why am I feeling a little panicked..."
"I'm not telling you to die. Hurry up, or the food and grass will burn even more."
Ma Xiaoquan hummed and motioned to the Ming soldiers around him to step aside. The soldiers obediently took a few steps back. Although they didn't know what the deacon was going to do, looking at his serious expression, they should know how to do it.
Taking a deep breath, Ma Xiaoquan worked hard to adjust his breathing. Following Yuan's instructions, he opened his mouth and took a gentle breath. The burning natural fire, as if it had eyes, came towards Ma Xiaoquan.
Come.
Burning grain and grass will produce a lot of smoke. Ma Xiaoquan was worried that the smoke would be sucked in when he inhaled, but to his surprise, the smoke was still flying upward, while the flames came towards him.
"Yuan, if I smoke like this, I'm afraid it will be too public, right?" Ma Xiaoquan worriedly sent a message to Yuan.
"In this case, you let those flames surround you, they can't see clearly, and then you breathe."
"Well, okay"
Ma Xiaoquan turned around and said to the Ming soldiers behind him who were putting out the fire: "You all get out, I am enough here."
"grown ups"
"This is an order, everyone get out."
During the day's battle, everyone in Jinzhou saw Ma Xiaoquan's bravery, and unknowingly, the soldiers began to worship Ma Xiaoquan.
It was an honor for the soldiers to arrive after being ordered by the admirer.
"yes"
The soldiers formed a team of their own accord and quickly exited the storage point.
Seeing that there was no one around, Ma Xiaoquan breathed a sigh of relief, and then took another breath, and the natural flame burned his body in an instant.
"Holy shit, these natural fires are really roasting people," Ma Xiaoquan murmured in the flames.
"Don't get the advantage and act well. I'm going to have to take a rest soon."
"Fuck you, you guy..."
...
Outside the hoarding point, Teacher Zhao led a group of people and came over. When he saw a group of soldiers standing in front of the door of the hoarding point, and looking at the still smoking hoarding point inside, Teacher Zhao became anxious and cursed: "Everyone.
Are you a loser? Why are you still standing there, putting out fires?"
When the soldiers saw him, they saluted respectfully. One of them said: "General Zhao, the deacon is inside. It was the deacon who asked us to come out."
"Ah? The deacon is in there? Is he alone?"
"Um"
"You didn't say what to do?"
"No, Sir just asked me to wait for everyone to come out."
Zhao Shujiao frowned, and a word popped into his mind. Then he said unabashedly: "Some people say that the deacon is a magic stick, but I think he is too."
As soon as Zhao Shujiao finished speaking, the door to the storage point opened. Ma Xiaoquan stretched out and asked: "Why do I hear who calls me a magic stick?"
"Ahem!" Zhao Shujiao touched his nose in embarrassment, smiled and stepped forward, cupping his hands and saying, "Deacon, the fire inside..."
Ma Xiaoquan glanced back and said: "It's been destroyed. Well, how did a Jurchen spy sneak into Jinzhou City? He was the one who set the fire. I saw him when I went to the toilet. Next, please leave it to General Zhao."
Already."
Zhao Shujiao nodded: "On the city defense, the Jurchens have also retreated. They didn't do anything good tonight. It seems that they mainly want to burn our food and grass."
Ma Xiaoquan rolled his eyes and realized the plan. He hugged Zhao Shujiao and whispered: "In this case, let's use the plan. Instead of arresting the person who set the fire, we should find a way to leave a gap for him to slip out."
Report to Huang Taiji."
Zhao Shujiao looked at Ma Xiaoquan with wide eyes, and Ma Xiaoquan nodded, indicating that this matter was absolutely feasible.
"Okay, then just follow what the adults say"
After discussing with Ma Xiaoquan, Zhao led his troops to count some of the burned food and grass. Fortunately, not much was damaged, which was only one day's worth. However, he must have been very distressed because of the lack of food.
Later, Zhao led his men to secretly spread the news, saying that the fire had burned nearly half of the food and grass.
The news was spread, but on the surface, Zhao Shujiao told those who knew about it to either deny that they had burned so much, or to say that it was okay.
...
The next morning, the Jurchen soldier who set the fire yesterday had already changed his clothes. At this time, he was just an ordinary citizen in Jinzhou City.
The soldier walked into an alley and happened to see two Ming army soldiers patrolling. He rolled his eyes and stepped forward and said politely: "Oh, sir, please trouble these two officers if I have something to do."
The two soldiers glanced at him, and one of them asked: "What's the matter?"
"The little one is hungry. I saw the two officials with dry food bags pinned to them. Can you give one of them some food? Don't worry, I don't have to eat for free. I have some straw cloth at home. I can ask my wife to give it to the officials.
Sole."
The two Ming soldiers looked at each other and thought the deal was a good deal. Then one soldier took out a piece of rations from his ration bag and handed it to the man.
"Uh, can you give me a little more? The little one is very hungry."
A soldier of the Ming Army said: "It would be great if I could give it to you. The fire last night burned our food and grass..." When the soldier of the Ming Army said this, he suddenly felt that he had leaked something, and he quickly covered his mouth.
Shut up and stop talking.
Another Ming soldier glared at him, as if warning.
"Ah, wasn't there a fire at the food and grass point last night? Was it badly burned?"
"What are you asking about? Hurry up and leave. This piece of dry food is given to you." Two Ming soldiers said impatiently.
"Oh, thank you sir sir"
...
The Jurchen soldiers went around to a deserted corner and spit out the unchewed dry food in their mouths. While spitting out, they said: "It tastes terrible."
He straightened his clothes and murmured: "It seems that the fire last night was very useful. No, I have to report the news to the Khan so that I can have twenty sheep and a beautiful
Wife."
...
At the gate of the city, a group of Ming soldiers were strictly searching people coming in and out. Although the door was not allowed to be opened during the war, for some reason today, General Zhao suddenly announced that he could let some people out for a look. The reason...
...what to say to enhance the prestige of our country.
Give me an order. There are really people who are not afraid of death. There is no other way. General Zhao also issued an order. Anyone who dares to go out and come back will be rewarded with a pound of rice.
There must be brave men under heavy rewards. At this juncture when food is more expensive than gold and silver, a group of people who are not afraid of death naturally appear. Of course, there are quotas for going out of the city to take a look. To put it simply, it is a lottery.
If you arrive, you can go out.
The Jurchen soldiers mingled in the crowd and saw a middle-aged man holding a number plate in his hand. The man had a solemn expression and flipped the sign in his hand back and forth, as if he was worried about something.
The Jurchen soldier stepped forward and said: "Brother, please give me this quota, and I will give you every kilogram of rice when I come back."
