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

Twenty steps...

Fifteen steps...

The beggar felt that he had completely lost feeling in his left hand and could only perform mechanical movements numbly.

He knew perfectly well that, under normal circumstances, he would most likely have already been discovered.

Fortunately, there is a lot of commotion in the distance, and the brothers are still holding on.

Even so, he couldn't rush things; he knew he probably only had one chance.

If this lieutenant cannot be killed the moment he appears, given his current condition, he will certainly be no match for him in a head-on confrontation.

Fourteen, thirteen... ten steps!

After estimating the distance, the beggar stopped moving.

This is the limit; if you sneak closer, even in such chaos, you're still very likely to be discovered.

But the current opportunities are not enough.

The deputy general may seem relaxed, but if he were to launch a surprise attack from this distance while in this state, he would most likely be killed easily.

He needs another chance.

A foolproof opportunity that wouldn't let his brothers sacrifice themselves in vain.

But he still needs his brothers to fight for this opportunity.

Seeing that he was hesitant to make a move, after cooperating with them for so many years and living on the border for so long, the dozens of soldiers who were barely surviving in the hands of the Tartars had already figured it out.

"Stop hiding, you won't find an opportunity by hiding, kill!"

"Kill these sons of bitches!"

"If I trade one, I'll break even; if I trade two, I'll make a profit. I'm going to make at least two today!"

Faced with their sudden burst of energy, Dorgon's hundreds of personal guards were caught off guard and unable to react in time.

"What are you doing? You bastards, are your legs too weak from playing with women?"

"They're just a few dozen two-legged sheep. If you don't take them down quickly, forget about military merit, you'll all be punished!"

Seeing this scene, the deputy general couldn't help but shout angrily.

At that very moment, the beggar suddenly leaped up.

Although the scorching ground caused numbness in both legs to varying degrees, that no longer mattered.

In just ten steps, he had already covered almost half of the distance with that one leap.

The sword was already raised, and to the horrified look of the Tartar deputy general, it severed the leg of the horse he was riding with a single stroke.

As the warhorse slid to its knees in pain, the two men exchanged a glance. In the beggar's eyes, he saw an unparalleled, pure killing intent.

But that wasn't the only thing that surprised him.

He could clearly see that the man's body was almost charred, and even his clothes were still glowing with embers.

It's already incredible that such a person could survive, let alone be so brave!

Seeing the second blade already slashing towards him, the fastest reaction he could make was to brace himself and hold the blade in front of his neck.

He believed that as long as he could block the two sudden attacks, killing the half-dead enemy in front of him would not be difficult, given his abilities.

But everything he did seemed to have been anticipated by the beggar.

As the two blades met, the slash suddenly turned into a thrust.

The knife tip pierced his heart, and his life was instantly extinguished.

"Damn it, while I was killing enemies on the battlefield, you were still drinking milk!"

The beggar cursed and kicked the body, glancing back at the tragic battle behind him.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the small oil drum behind him and walked step by step into the supply camp.

Several battles were nearing their end, with only a handful of people still struggling.

But the closer he got to this point, the less he could rush things.

He limped into the supply depot and carefully filled each container with kerosene.

Only after completing all of this did the beggar become listless, as if he had lost all his energy and spirit.

Looking back, hundreds of guards had finished cleaning up the battlefield and were about to return to provide reinforcements.

Of the dozens of people, only about ten are still struggling.

"Hey, I was hoping to save as many of you as possible. Looks like I was overthinking it."

The returning guards had already seen the changes in the camp and the body of the lieutenant general.

Seeing their anxious expressions, the beggar smiled.

"You bunch of cowards, are you scared now?"

"late!"

"This is just the beginning! You people killed my brothers, you killed the people of the Central Plains! Those who kill should pay with their lives!"

The roar drained the last bit of strength from him.

The moment the clothes, still glowing with embers, were thrown into the oil, the fire spread rapidly, engulfing the entire supply camp in the blink of an eye.

Dorgon was passionately directing his troops in the final encirclement and annihilation of the raiding force. He ignored the troops that were gradually surrounding him from all sides, all in order to wipe out one of the raiding forces.

Judging from the reaction of the surrounding troops, his decision was clearly correct.

This raiding army, which was almost annihilated by them, must have been extremely important to the enemy.

As long as we can annihilate them completely, it will be worth it even if we have to pay a small price.

However, when he saw the raging fire behind him, he was completely stunned.

The only price he could pay was the annihilation of a small number of his troops.

"What's going on with the supply camp? Weren't they saying the enemy hadn't approached it?"

"Why did the supply depot catch fire!"

At that moment, Dorgon felt like he was going crazy.

This is a price he absolutely cannot accept!

Indeed, each camp had some food and fodder stored there, but it was only a small amount, so it didn't matter if it was burned or looted during a surprise attack.

But the supply depot was different; its granaries were located there.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have placed most of his most elite personal guards there.

Although some were transferred away for the encirclement and suppression, the remaining nearly a thousand men should be enough to deal with most unexpected situations.

After all, it's absolutely impossible for the enemy troops surrounding the area to actually attack that place!

More importantly, the supply camp stored firearms.

If this fire starts, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"What are you all standing there for? Get up and put out the fire!"

"Mobilize all available troops, forget about those people, and focus all your efforts on defending the supply camp!"

"Issue the order: all guards of the supply battalion, from top to bottom, shall be executed, and their relatives shall be enslaved!"

No matter how much they trusted each other before, the moment this fire started, it meant those people would be executed.

Let alone just a personal guard, even if it were his own father, there would be absolutely no possibility of forgiveness!

Most importantly, he needed to figure out how the enemy had penetrated so deep!

Meanwhile, Han Xin, who was on the periphery and estimated that Liu Bang was about to reach his limit, was preparing to abandon the possibility of annihilation and order the entire army to advance at all costs when he saw the fire.

He originally did not know where the Qing army's supplies were, but when he saw the extra fire and the Qing army moved accordingly, he could easily guess the reason!

In such a battle situation, the only thing that could cause such panic among the Qing army was the supply camp!

"Send the order to advance in batches, send out all the spies, and at all costs, send a message to the Overlord, telling him that the opportunity to fight has arrived!"