The video takes us to ancient times; Li Er transforms into the Tongtian Emperor of Shu Han.

"I have to handle this myself!"

The beggar reached out and snatched the bucket full of kerosene.

"Your job is to draw the attention of the defenders. When the fire starts, your task is to escape."

"Remember, do your best to stay alive and go back to help the remaining brothers guard the pass. This battle is not over yet, and the brothers behind you also have a difficult mission."

He turned around and began to explain, as if he were giving his last words.

"Boss, you're joking. These are the elite of the Tartars, the Regent's personal guards. We're lucky if we can even hold them off. Do you think we can get back alive?"

"That's right, boss, you think too highly of us."

"We'll definitely buy you time, but boss, don't try to be a hero."

"Didn't we already agree that even in the afterlife, we'd continue fighting alongside our old brothers?"

Save your life?

For them, there was no option to save their lives.

Or rather, they didn't think they could survive what they were about to do.

The only difference is between a near-death experience and a near-death experience.

"Damn it, of course I won't take all the credit for myself."

The beggar rolled his eyes in annoyance.

If he could truly prevent the Manchus from entering the Central Plains, the immense credit would not be something he could claim alone.

"Boss, don't take it seriously. We're all going to die anyway. What does merit matter?"

"The important thing now is that we can finally go down and see those old brothers openly and honestly!"

"No, this credit is very important."

"I myself came from a beggar background, so it doesn't matter to me, but I don't want you to die with the stigma of being deserters."

"I may not be a hero, but you must be."

The beggar remained serious despite the teasing from others.

The reward behind this achievement is not important.

Even if someone does manage to return alive, they probably won't need much of a material reward.

But this achievement itself is very important to them.

They should be heroes, not deserters!

"Boss, the imperial court won't recognize it, Li Zicheng won't recognize it, and the Tartars certainly won't recognize it."

"As for the official who tricked us into coming here, even if he succeeds in annihilating the Tartars at any cost, he will most likely lose all his capital to contend for the world."

"Who else but ourselves would know about this achievement?"

If this had happened back when they were still border troops, such a tremendous achievement would have been worth countless amounts of grain!

Unfortunately, now, only heaven and earth know the truth about this achievement, and only they themselves know it.

"That adult..."

Thinking of Liu Bang's willingness to lead from the front and his resolute determination to stop and annihilate the Qing army at all costs.

The beggar couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

If that person had been a little more selfish, he might not have been able to conquer the world, but he could at least have carved out his own territory.

These tens of thousands of troops are enough to ensure that whoever wins the world will have to treat him with respect and courtesy.

Unfortunately, that official was not selfish. Even if he could annihilate the Qing army as he wished in this battle, he would still withdraw from the stage of this chaotic world of power struggles.

"At least there's a glimmer of hope, brothers. At least besides ourselves, there's someone who knows we're not deserters!"

"This credit belongs to you and me. We are not sinners. We are heroes, not just heroes of the Ming Dynasty, but heroes of the Central Plains!"

"Remember, stall for time until you see a flame!"

Seeing the ever-increasing number of troops gathering in the distance to encircle and suppress him, the beggar knew that if he waited any longer, the great man might die before his ambitions were fulfilled.

He stopped rambling on and on, and with a slight wave of his hand, more than ten people rushed out of their hiding place without hesitation.

Although there were only a dozen or so people, they were all ready to die, and their battle cries had the momentum of hundreds of people.

The guards of the supply battalion were startled for a moment, but after confirming that only a dozen or so men had launched the attack, they immediately relaxed.

"There are rats that somehow got in; let's send a team to clean them up."

"Want to have a contest to see who can kill faster?"

"There are only about ten people, so there's not much to compare, is there?"

"Anyway, it's boring to stay here. At most, some lost two-legged sheep will come here, and we can just compete with them."

"The loser must offer up two female slaves upon returning home."

What to do if you don't have female slaves at home?

"Isn't this a good opportunity to rob? There are plenty of 'two-legged sheep' (a derogatory term for people living in slavery) around here. Capturing slaves would be easy, wouldn't it?"

"That's right. If the prince hadn't ordered all the slaves to be slaughtered, I would have already taken seven women."

"Then let's have a competition!"

As more than a dozen soldiers approached, the guard's face remained relaxed.

Two teams of 100 men immediately went to meet them.

"Send fifteen more!"

The moment they started fighting, the beggar waved his hand again.

Another fifteen people rushed out.

The same grand scale, the same attention-grabbing.

Two hundred more men stepped forward to surround and annihilate them.

Following closely behind, under the cover of the massive battles on both sides, the remaining thirty men rapidly advanced from all sides.

When they were only a hundred paces away from the supply depot, the beggar waved his hand again.

The remaining thirty people rushed out in an instant.

Many of them were still on fire, yet they rushed toward the supply camp without realizing it.

"I knew you two-legged sheep were up to something."

"But this number of people isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap."

"court death!"

The deputy general in charge of guarding the area grinned maliciously, as if he had already seen through the fact that the first two groups of troops were just bait.

But in his view, the bait or anything like that didn't matter.

There were still four hundred soldiers left in the camp, so it would be easy for them to wipe out these thirty people!

"Go and claim the credit! I'll recommend those who get the kills for you!"

"That will save you from complaining about how boring it is."

With a wave of his hand, the lieutenant sent hundreds of men rushing out impatiently.

Seeking merit meant women, slaves, cattle, sheep, and land.

Compared to these, these dozens of people were like fat sheep being driven to their doorstep.

"Damn it, staying in this back is really suffocating."

Seeing the frenzied state of these people, the deputy general in charge of guarding them could only shake his head with a smile.

Unbeknownst to them, under the cover of the commotion, a figure was already quietly approaching.

Seeing the disdain on the lieutenant's face, the beggar crawling towards him step by step was filled with hatred in his eyes.

He didn't even need to look back to know that the brothers responsible for attracting attention were probably almost all dead in that short time.

If he can't do this last step, then all their deaths will have been in vain.

The continuous flames had already made the land incredibly hot, so hot that even the beggar could feel it. Parts of his body, which was lying on the ground, were almost completely numb from the heat.

Both the situation behind him and his physical condition were urgent.

But he knew he couldn't rush things.

Haste leads to mistakes and failure.

He had to get within ten paces of the lieutenant without attracting attention.

Even if I have to die, I can only die after I've finished everything!