At the bottom of the pass, Chai Yan spent more than half an hour and finally piled the corpses of all nearby Pitz soldiers together, forming a small mountain of corpses.
To be precise, it is a mountain of mummies.
Because during the process of stacking, Shangguan Peining had quickly sucked away the blood remaining in the corpses.
After confirming that there were no missing bodies, Chai Yan opened the kerosene jar and poured the kerosene on top of the bodies.
Then Chai Yan lit the kerosene with a torch, and soon the mountain of corpses burned, illuminating the bottom of the pass.
On the pass defense city, Jimo Qiao and others were lying on the battlements and staring down. When they saw the blazing fire burning, they immediately became excited.
"Look, it's already burning." Jimo Qiao shouted.
Fan Xingwang nodded and said, "It seems everything is going well. The Taoist Master should be here soon."
As he said that, Fan Xingwang looked at the soldiers pulling the rope and signaled them to pay attention to the signal coming from the rope.
Not long after, there were several tuggings coming from under the rope. As soon as they felt something on their hands, they immediately started pulling together. Cheng Jiu and Yu Tie saw this and hurried over to help.
As there were more people, the speed increased. After a while, Chai Yan boarded the Fangcheng.
"Brother, is nothing wrong?" Jimo Qiao was the most concerned and asked before Chai Yan came down from the crenel.
Chai Yan shook his head and said: "It's okay, everything goes well."
Then, Chai Yan jumped down from the crenel and said: "General Fan, is there any kerosene? There are a lot of corpses. I guess I need to add more before they are burned out."
"Of course!" Fan Xingwang replied, and then immediately turned around and ordered his soldiers: "Get some more jars of kerosene immediately."
After the soldier turned and walked away, Fan Xingwang said: "Thank you for your hard work, Taoist Master."
Chai Yan smiled slightly and waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.
After chatting for a while, the soldier brought four jars of fire oil.
Under the command of Fan Xingwang, the soldiers threw four jars of kerosene from the city defenses onto the fire. The moment the jars of oil fell and shattered, the flames surged upwards, and in an instant, the front of the pass and the night sky were all covered in flames.
It illuminates a lot.
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The pile of corpses burning with raging fire also aroused the vigilance of the people of Pitz.
Heng Saer was still sitting firmly in the central army tent, but his confidant Bang Luo had already gone out to check the situation of the fire.
After a long time, Bangluo finally returned to the camp.
"General, my subordinates are back." Bangluo saluted respectfully.
Heng Saer was reading under the oil lamp. When Panglu came back, he lowered his book and asked, "What's going on?"
Bangluo said: "Back to the general, my subordinates sent people to quietly go over and take a look. They were burning the bodies of our soldiers."
"Well, as I thought, it seems that Fan Xingwang is very smart. If the corpse is left to rot and smell for too long, a plague will occur." Heng Saar said.
Bangluo didn't understand, and asked: "General, isn't it unnecessary for the people of Muyue to do this? We asked our people to drag the body back, wouldn't they be able to save a lot of trouble now?"
Heng Saer sneered and said: "Haha, don't you understand this? The Muyue people did not allow our people to collect the corpses, and then sent people down to burn the corpses at night. This is obviously a kind of revenge and an act of venting anger.
That’s all.”
Bangluo immediately showed a look of disdain: "Those Muyue pigs only have this ability. When we break through the Qingyuan Pass in a few days, we will definitely kill one of them!"
Heng Saer did not answer, but raised the book and continued reading, his expression extremely calm, as if nothing had happened.
After being quiet for a while, Heng Saer suddenly lowered his book again and asked: "Bangluo, I asked you to arrange manpower to survey the nearby mountain terrain. How many teams have returned now?"
Bang Luo immediately said: "Back to the general, a total of six teams of troops were sent, but now only two teams have returned."
"Can you find a path that can bypass Qingyuan Pass?" Heng Saer asked.
Bang Luo shook his head in disappointment and said: "No, people who came back said that the nearby mountains are either cliffs or covered in poisonous mist. Some people even suffered from dizziness and vomiting because they accidentally inhaled the poisonous mist."
These words made Heng Saer frown a little.
"Is it true that the only way to enter Haoyue City is to attack by force?" Heng Saar whispered to himself.
Bangluo said: "General, the remaining four teams will come back tomorrow. I believe they will definitely make some discoveries. My subordinates don't believe it. Is the only way to cross the Amohahar Mountains is the Qingyuan Pass?
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At this time, Hengsal closed the book and put it on the desk, and asked Bangluo: "What time is it now?"
Bangluo thought for a while and replied: "It should be half past Haishi."
Heng Saer raised his hand and stretched, and said: "It turns out it's so late, no wonder I feel sleepy."
With that said, Heng Saer stood up and continued: "Send the order early tomorrow morning and hoard as much earth and stone as possible. When the wooden curtain chariot and the anvil chariot arrive from behind, we will immediately continue to rush into the formation and build up the earth mountain."
"Yes, General." Bangluo immediately accepted the order.
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Haoyue City, the Second Prince's Mansion.
After leaving the palace, Ahudala returned to his house, but instead of looking for his wife, he went to the study alone to sit quietly and sulk.
I don’t know how long it took, but Ahhudala actually fell asleep lying on the table.
In a daze, Ahudala felt some movement behind him. When he opened his eyes and looked back, he saw that it was his wife who wanted to put a blanket on him.
"Jiya, why are you here?" Ahudala quickly stood up and gave up his seat to his wife.
Ahhudala looked out the window and found that the night was already deep, so he said: "It's so late, why don't you go to bed? This is not good for our children."
After Gianna sat down, she asked softly: "Husband, have you made His Majesty unhappy again?"
"Alas!" Ahudala sighed and blamed himself: "It's all my fault that I was too impatient and didn't listen to you. If I had held back all this time, I wouldn't be like this..."
Then, Ahudala recounted what happened at dinner to Gianna Riser.
After hearing this, Giana Lisser felt helpless, shook her head and said, "Husband, if you could hold it back, you wouldn't be you anymore."
Ahudala couldn't help but smile after hearing this. He took his wife's hand and said, "You still understand me best."
Giana Lise smiled slightly, changed the subject and said: "By the way, husband, my father has sent a message to Mo Feng City. He said that our people are very willing to raise military expenses for the Moon God Army. He said that at the latest
In five days, the silver can be sent to the palace."
"Okay, okay! Great!" Ahudala was depressed all night, and then he finally heard some good news.
Suddenly, Ahudala thought of a hidden danger and immediately said: "No, Jiya, we can't let your father send the silver to the palace..."
Gianna Lisse was very smart and immediately understood what her husband was worried about, and said: "Husband, are you afraid that this money will not reach the Moon God Army? Probably not..."
Ahudala frowned and said worriedly: "If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. What if your father listens to the eldest prince's words and secretly withholds part of the silver to build the statue?"
"
Jiana Lisser thought about it carefully and felt that this possibility could not be ruled out, so she thought for a while and said: "In that case, I will immediately write a letter to be sent to Mo Feng City and tell my father to directly send the collected funds to Mo Feng City.
How about sending the money to General Fan of Qingyuan Pass?"
"Good idea, I think so too." Ahudala agreed.
Afterwards, Ahudala spread out the letter paper for his wife and eagerly handed over the writing brush.
Gianna Lisser didn't hesitate. After taking the pen, she just thought about it for a moment, then started writing quickly...