Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 823: The Tiger Out of the Well
With the help of oil, the fire burned fiercely. Even though I was in the cave, I could hear the crackling sound outside the well and feel the heat waves rolling above my head, which made me tremble with fear.

If the fire spread, or if the flames were not extinguished for several days, they would be trapped in the cave and would be suffocated to death even if they were not roasted to death.

Fortunately, after about half an hour, the heat above my head subsided. I guess the thieves could only set fire to the surroundings, but this place is located at a high altitude and the oil cannot flow. After those wooden houses are burned out, there is nothing left to burn.

After hiding for another half an hour, the crackling sound of the fire outside faded away. Di Meng quietly poked his head out of the well, took a look, and then jumped back into the cave in surprise: "Your Highness, the fire has stopped."

"The thieves' kerosene has run out!"

The trees on the mountaintop tribe had already been almost completely felled, and even the ground was mostly bare. Although kerosene was strong, it burned quickly.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Su also secretly climbed up the well mouth to check. He saw that the outside had become a gray-black ruin. Even though there were still a few wisps of fire somewhere, they were no longer a big deal. After thinking for a while, he returned to the well and said, "The poisonous smoke is pressing. Wait a few more moments and we will get out of the well..."

However, unexpectedly, there was a faint sound of conversation coming from outside. Zhu Su was afraid that the poisonous smoke had not yet dissipated, so the thieves who were originally on the periphery took the initiative to step into the fire scene.

The mission of Chen Zuyi's troops should have been completed. Their mission was to pretend to be the tribes of the barbarians who had been razed long ago, and to lure the Ming army to split up and invite these officers to the mountain. Then there would be ambushes at the foot of the mountain to swallow up the remaining Ming army stationed at the foot of the mountain. They were supposed to launch the attack at the time of the Yin hour when the troops were the most exhausted, but because the plan was exposed early, they had to not act in advance.

With the help of the powerful flaming oil, their unexpected move, although with some deviations, was still quite effective. What surprised them even more was that the leader of the Ming army was actually a prince of the imperial court. This great achievement fell on their heads so easily... However, bandits are bandits after all, and they are greedy. When the fire died down, these people began to get restless again, ready to rush into the fire scene to loot the property left behind by the Ming people.

They had great confidence in the fierce fire oil. Even gods and Buddhas would be burned to charcoal in such a fire. But gold, silver and other valuables might not be burned in the fire... The one being refined in this sea of ​​fire was a prince of the Ming Dynasty. How could such a noble person not have some precious treasures with him?

Even if we find the prince's body first, it will be a great achievement.

So for the sake of Zhu Su's great treasure, these pirates disguised as foreigners rushed into the ruins to plunder as soon as the fire died down... Chen Zuyi's army had no military discipline at all, but there was only one order that was implemented thoroughly: whoever grabbed the treasure first would own it. This was also to prevent these unruly bandits from killing each other.

Whoever finds the treasure left behind by the prince of the Ming Dynasty first will become rich. How can these bandits not strive to be the first?

With this mentality, the formation of these bandits couldn't be more chaotic... The old bandit leader didn't stop them either. He thought that in such a big fire, the Ming army couldn't escape even if they had wings. There was no way they could survive. It didn't matter much if the men messed up their formation to compete for the first place. He himself hoped that his men could find the treasure. After all, no matter who found the good stuff, he would have to give him a gift, right?
Fortunately, they were searching everywhere, and the sound was heard from afar in the well. The Ming soldiers in the well heard the sound and ignored the poisonous smoke. They immediately came out of the well and stood guard around the well mouth.

If you don't get out of the well now, you might be trapped by thieves in a jar at the wellhead, and then all your problems will be over.

The old thief who had pretended to be the clan leader earlier was puzzled when he saw that his men could not find the bodies of the Ming soldiers. Logically speaking, with such a big fire, the more than 100 Ming soldiers would have no chance of survival... Could it be that the Ming soldiers could really fly? This was too outrageous.

The place where the well was located was originally a residential area full of wooden houses. Although those wooden houses were burned down, the charred ruins were still there, and it was precisely because of these ruins that the thieves did not see the Ming army.

But the old thief deserved to die. He looked at the wooden house in front of him and thought of this. But he thought that maybe the Ming army was desperate and hid in the house and burned to death. He wanted to ask his subordinates to go and see, but after thinking about it, he walked over with a few trusted people. Although the little guys can take a share of the spoils they find, it would be most enjoyable if they can keep it all by themselves, right?
However, as soon as he turned around a ruin, the old bandit's eyes widened.

"Ming Ming Ming Ming Ming Ming...Ming Gouzi!"

In front of him, dozens of Ming soldiers stood tall and silent, as if they were surrounding something. Although their armor was black and gray, their bright red mandarin duck battle jackets were still eye-catching... It was obvious that they were not burnt corpses!

Hearing the noise, the Ming army all turned their eyes, which were red from smoke, towards this place, and frightened the old bandit leader to death.

"Old dog, who are you calling a dog?" It was like a thunderbolt in the flat ground. Before the old thief could turn around and run away, a Ming general with red eyes, black face and dust as black as Zhang Fei had already come over with a big spear. As the saying goes, old people are not good at muscles and bones. Moreover, this old thief was just like a counselor under Chen Zuyi. How could he dare to fight head-on? Seeing this, his upper body trembled like a sieve, but his legs were so dancing that they could kick his shriveled old buttocks. He fled like a puff of smoke.

"Someone, someone, help..."

Before he could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped and he could not make any sound. He tried to shout a few more times before he realized something was wrong. He looked down in shock and saw that a spear tip had "grown" out of his chest without him noticing.

At this moment, he fell to the ground in the thick ashes with a "fallen" sound. There was still fear in his wide-open old eyes.

"Damn it, I haven't used the spear for too long, I almost lost my aim." Chang Mao, who looked like a black-faced Zhang Fei, cursed. These senior generals, in order to fight the enemy at medium and long distances, had already been equipped with the most advanced thunder guns. However, the paper-wrapped bullets used for the fire guns had been thrown into the cave just now in order to blow up the cave. Just now, when he saw the thief running away, he pulled out the fire gun, pulled the trigger a few times and found that it had no effect, so in a hurry, he threw the heavy spear in his hand out.

Fortunately, he was as strong as his father, and the old thief was in a panic, so he only cared about the head and not the butt, so he succeeded in one fell swoop.

Behind him, the Ming army of more than 100 people had all escaped from the well. The bandits were still confused when they saw their leader dead. Zhu Su, who had seen everything, would not sit idly by and watch the opportunity slip away. He immediately raised his arms and shouted: "The bandit leader is dead!"

"All troops, charge! Follow me and kill them all!"

(End of this chapter)