Mainland Martial Arts

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he was fortunate not to be severely punished. He quickly said, "Thank you, Marshal, for your mercy. I will definitely remember this lesson and will not make the same mistake again."

"Come, take Lin Feng away and punish him with thirty lashes." said the Grand Marshal.

Lin Feng was taken to the yard, where the executioners had already prepared the instruments. Lin Feng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He knew this beating was inevitable, and he just hoped it would be over quickly.

"Snap!" The first whip lashed fiercely on Lin Feng's back, instantly tearing his skin and flesh. Lin Feng clenched his teeth, not letting himself make a sound.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!" With each whip blow, Lin Feng felt his consciousness begin to blur. But he still held on, not letting himself fall.

Xu Tian watched from the side, his face full of heartache and anxiety. He wanted to rush forward to stop the execution, but he knew he couldn't do that. He could only pray silently for Lin Feng in his heart.

Finally, the thirty lashes were over. Lin Feng had already collapsed to the ground weakly. Xu Tian quickly ran over and helped him up, his eyes full of concern: "Lin Feng, how are you?"

Lin Feng forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. I won't die yet."

Xu Tian helped Lin Feng back to the room and treated his wounds. Lin Feng lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, his heart filled with emotion. He knew that he was able to escape this time thanks to the Grand Marshal's tolerance and Li Hua's help. He also realized that he couldn't be so careless again, otherwise he wouldn't be so lucky next time.

In the days that followed, Lin Feng began to re-examine his work. He carefully studied the manufacturing process of detonators and discovered some shortcomings. He decided to improve the quality and safety of detonators by selecting raw materials and refining the manufacturing process.

At the same time, Lin Feng also strengthened the management of the warehouse. He formulated a series of rules and regulations to strictly control the use and storage of detonators. He also organized some craftsmen to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the warehouse to ensure that there were no safety hazards.

After the first two detonator accidents, the detonator warehouses and workshops were strictly managed.

A few days later, the second batch of detonators was successfully completed. A full 10,000 detonators were neatly stacked in the warehouse. Together with the 9,000 from the first batch, there were now 19,000 detonators. This number of detonators already possessed the powerful force to capture a city, but at this time, no plan for a siege had been made.

With the second batch of detonators completed, the materials were nearly depleted, and new materials had to be shipped back. But at this critical moment, the enemy surged forward like a tide, approaching the city walls. The thirty catapults towered tall, exuding a chilling aura. This time, the enemy deployed a force of 300,000, led by a deputy marshal himself, and their momentum was formidable.

Our soldiers quickly took up positions on the city walls, ready for battle. Archers drew their bows, ready to release their arrows at any moment. The enemy's deputy marshal, riding atop a mighty warhorse, shouted, "Surrender and you will not be killed!" His voice echoed across the empty battlefield. However, no one on the wall responded.

Seeing this, the deputy marshal's face darkened, and he immediately ordered an attack. Thirty catapults simultaneously launched, hurling jars of oil one after another. The jars arced through the air before crashing down on the city walls. In a blink of an eye, the walls were covered in oil, slick and almost unsteady. The catapults showed no sign of stopping, while the deputy marshal slowly drew his bow and arrow, a rocket flashing dangerously in his hand.

The defending general's pupils dilated upon seeing this, and he cried out in terror, "Run!" But it was too late. The enemy deputy marshal released his finger, and the rocket shot out like lightning. The instant it hit the oil, the wall closest to the enemy erupted in flames, instantly engulfing the defenders. The fire spread rapidly, even the outer walls were not spared, including the sturdy gate.

At this point, the entire city was on high alert. The deputy marshal marched out again, commanding his archers to aim at the city gates and fire immediately at any enemy approaching. Then, flaming oil cans flew over the city walls, landing directly on the alert soldiers. The flames spread like a demon.

Inside the city, the fire spread madly, burning many houses. At this moment, a strong wind blew in, as if it were an accomplice of the enemy, pushing the fire towards the center of the city. With the help of this wind, the burning oil cans flew further and the fire became more fierce.

Soon after, the burning city gate collapsed in the flames, but strangely, no enemy troops rushed in. Many people took buckets of water to put out the fire, but the fire was too strong and pouring buckets of water on it was of no use.

At this critical moment, the marshal and his five deputies finally took action. Standing solemnly before the sea of ​​flames, they simultaneously unleashed a powerful energies. Suddenly, a mighty gust of wind roared out from before them, blowing in the opposite direction of the blaze. The two gusts collided fiercely in mid-air, slowing the flames. However, at their collision point, a fiery tornado emerged, like a raging fire dragon dancing wildly.

After a fierce battle between the two winds, the flames on the city walls gradually died down, but the fire within the city still burned fiercely, and many soldiers lost their lives in the merciless flames. For such a vast city, one-third of its area was now occupied by flames.

The enemy troops outside the city began to attack, pouring in like a tide and continuing to hurl flaming oil cans toward the city center. The western wall of Xingfeng City had already been occupied by the enemy, and because of the blaze, the enemy was temporarily unable to advance further. Only the catapults continued to hurl flaming oil cans.

Looking at the city engulfed in flames, the Marshal and his deputy marshals' faces grew increasingly heavy. They knew full well that the fire had brought enormous damage and casualties to the city, while the enemy's attack was still continuing.

"Marshal, we must find a way to stop the spread of the fire, otherwise the city will face a greater disaster." A deputy marshal said anxiously.

The marshal nodded. He looked around and saw the soldiers on the city wall working hard to put out the fire. "Organize the soldiers to put out the fire with all their strength. At the same time, send people to find water sources. Don't let the fire spread further," the marshal gave the order.

After receiving the order, the soldiers took action quickly. They divided into groups, some used buckets to fetch water, some used wet cloths to put out the fire, and some dug fire trenches on the city walls to try to prevent the spread of the fire.