Tangli Fried Snow

Jin Qingyan knew from the surprise in her eyes that she had recognized him.

Sherry sat up abruptly, her voice hoarse and excited, "Big brother, it's you?"

Could it be that Duan Jingyu sent him to rescue me? Is this imposter even worth him sending someone to save? Can I escape and avoid marrying that old man?

Jin Qingyan said hurriedly, "Sister, time is of the essence, so I'll get to the point."

Sherry nodded at him, not understanding what was going on.

Jin Qingyan whispered rapidly in her ear, "I'm here to rescue you."

Sherry couldn't help but interject, "Who wants to save me?"

"Is it Duan Jingyu?"

Jin Qingyan said, "It is His Majesty's decree, and also your father's."

Sherry nearly bit her tongue. "My father?"

Are you sure? Who is my father?

She was just a prostitute, and she had long forgotten her parents. Where did this father come from?

Jin Qingyan said anxiously, "Actually, your identity is very special. You are not an ordinary woman. You are His Majesty's cousin, your mother is the deceased wife of the Crown Prince of Nanzhao, and your father is Lord Lin Qingquan."

Your Majesty is Duan Jingyu. His mother is someone's wife, and she is already dead. Who is his father? Which Lord Lin? Is he the father-in-law of that Jin Cheng, the Green-haired Turtle Lord Lin?

Sherry's already muddled mind immediately turned to mush.

Jin Qingyan gently shook her shoulder, looked into her eyes and said, "We'll talk about the other details later. Listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

Sherry snapped out of her daze and couldn't help but nod at him.

Jin Qingyan said very quickly, "We will launch a fire attack on the camp here in a moment. Put on your clothes, take your rations and escape in the chaos. The farther you escape, the better. It would be best to find a place to hide."

"You do this... and that..."

. . . . . .

Just after the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), when everyone was sleeping soundly, fires lit up the camp, and hundreds of rockets shot high into the sky, setting fire to the grain rations and tents in the main camp.

The area around Princess Yaoguang's tent was filled with rockets. Before long, anything flammable was ignited. It seemed that there were flammable and explosive materials on the rockets. With crackling sounds, the oil broke apart, and the fire on site burned even higher.

Everyone was jolted awake from their sweet dreams.

Ying Longhua was the first to rush out of the tent. Near the mountain, a large number of wagons carrying grain and supplies had been engulfed in flames, with thick smoke billowing everywhere. He hurriedly ordered his men to put out the fire.

Before everyone could salvage the grain, flames raged downwind at the valley's mouth, engulfing the newly arrived Mongol soldiers. Many screamed and tumbled to the ground.

Thick smoke billowed up, reaching straight to his head. All around was a sea of ​​fire and a pungent smell. Ying Longhua knew that this smoke was from a poisonous plant that hunters often used for hunting. As long as this poisonous plant was lit in a fox den, even the most cunning fox would be dizzy from the smoke and run out of the den to be caught by the hunter.

He quickly ordered his men to cover their mouths and noses with wet wipes and rushed towards the area where the fire was the most intense.

Screams and cries of terror rose and fell. In addition to the rain of arrows reaping lives, there were also earth-shattering explosions. Giant waves rolled, figures flashed, and mud and broken corpses were blown into the air by the explosives. The surroundings were instantly turned into a mess, with screams and cries of terror rising and falling.

Ying Longhua hurriedly organized the army to resist. Although the enemy was not numerous, they were all highly skilled. They either fired powerful arrows or threw explosives into the crowd. Dressed in night clothes, they moved like the wind, making it impossible for anyone to catch a glimpse of them.

Ying Longhua immediately let out a sharp cry and ordered the dozens of his best and most agile men to pursue the enemy. These men were all top-notch fighters, moving with lightning speed and quick movements. They soon found the enemy's trail. There were only a few hundred enemies, but they were all brave and skilled in battle. When they saw that Ying Longhua had organized his best men to counterattack and found their trail, the leader gave a retreat order, and the hundreds of men quickly retreated, mounted their horses, and disappeared without a trace.

The enemy didn't hesitate at all; they set fires and threw explosives, and before they could even touch them, they had all fled. Ying Longhua was absolutely furious!

On the other hand, their horses and carts were trapped by the fire, and the frightened horses ignored their masters and ran away in all directions, making it impossible for them to pursue the enemy.

The enemy had already retreated, and Ying Longhua quickly signaled everyone to come back, not to pursue them, lest they fall into the enemy's trap of luring them deeper into their territory.

These people were of unknown identity and intent. The entire raid lasted no more than fifteen minutes. They did not linger in the fight, had no specific target, and were not there to steal anything.

Judging from the number of people and their attire, they don't seem to be Zhao Muqing's people. So whose people are they?

Before he could resolve his doubts, he soon realized that something was seriously wrong.

The place where the fire was most intense was right near Princess Yaoguang's tent!