The wind fueled the fire, and the fire burned violently.

From a long distance, you can also see the smoke rising from the direction of Zhanjiang Pass.

Jiang Pengji and the others looked calm, not to mention them, the soldiers under the tent did not react, the fire should be extinguished, the wounded soldiers should be transferred, and the stone-throwing vehicles should be transferred. The psychological quality of the salted fish in the live broadcast room is not so strong.

Many salted fish covered their mouths and vomited after watching it for a while.

Especially when Jiang Pengji said "there is the smell of cooked meat in the air", the whole barrage stopped.

She was driven down the city tower by the officials, and she was depressed in her heart, and when she found that the salted fish reacted like this, her sluggish mood rose a little more.

[Anchor V]: No, how many years have you followed me, haven't you seen any scenes of strong winds and waves, bloody violence? If you see too much of some things, you will naturally be calm, or you will not see enough.

Jiang Pengji said lightly, as if there were not thousands of corpses burning outside, but thousands of suckling pigs.

[Smuggling non-chiefs]: This kind of thing can never be used to well, after all, the living environment is different.

[Ghost genius Guo Fengxiao]: Once again, I sighed, it is okay to travel, not to be ancient, it has to be ancient, it can't be troubled times, it has to be troubled times, it can't be a soldier, it has to be a soldier, it can't be a pawn underneath. The victory or defeat of the princes of the two sides was simply piled up with the lives of the soldiers at the bottom. It's not that the anchor is bad, it's just that as a pawn, I really don't have any future.

[Yantianmen Master Uncle Ancestor]: Speaking of crossing-I suddenly remembered that the next round of "Dream Back to the Millennium" will be opened the day after tomorrow.

[Stand up proud flat chest]: Anyway, he is also the emperor of Europe, and the treatment should not be so miserable, and it hurts to be put on the battlefield.

[Royal Dragon Yin]: Don't be afraid to put it on the battlefield, turn your head and be a deserter, if you meet the anchor, maybe you can ask for an autograph group photo.

The salted fish are the best at crooked buildings, and just now they were trembling with fright, covering their mouths and vomiting, and their attention was diverted at this time, and they immediately began to imagine what the identity of the next European emperor who "dreamed back to the millennium" would be. Some people ridiculed, and some people immediately made up funny jokes.

Looking at the live broadcast room that had returned to normal, Jiang Pengji snorted secretly.

She is really idle, and she is worried that these salted fish are not adapting well, and people are clearly adapting well.

It's her, and she's the one who should be worried.

“…… Once again, I sighed that I was a wise and martial ......" Jiang Pengji glanced at the slashing sword in his hand and sighed, "If I hadn't cut down the nearby trees early, I don't know how long this fire would burn, and maybe it would have been picked up by Nie Liang." ”

She was sighing when the old chief's private chat rang out.

[Your Abba]: It's raining over there, and this is really the operation of the Chosen One.

Jiang Pengji showed a black question mark face.

"Is it raining?"

She glanced up at the sky, which had been dark since the morning, and she could tell that there had been rain recently, but it was not today.

The old chief soon sent her another message, mocking Jiang Pengji's poor geographical knowledge in all aspects.

[Your Abba]: Even though you are already a corps commander and a future federal marshal, no one will check your academic qualifications, but don't show it. Don't you notice that the topography of Zhanjiang Pass is very peculiar? The pass is narrow, the hinterland is wide, the mountains on both sides are high and steep, and the middle is low, and this terrain is quite poor in terms of air circulation. It was supposed to rain on your side, but a fire accelerated the rain's formation. In my opinion, at this rate, it will rain in half an hour at most. What do you think you should prepare?

Jiang Pengji also heard it, and suddenly showed a taste of embarrassment.

"When I was very young, I entered a children's military school, and within two years, I was directly recruited into the genetic warrior training camp, and it was normal to fail the cultural class. Jiang Pengji began to cheat, how could she admit that she was not cultural enough, "Really...... Will it rain in half an hour?"

The dear old chief only gave her the eight-word mantra.

Love believe it or not, don't believe it down.

Jiang Pengji: "......"

You are a scholar, you are reasonable!

She was thinking about how to operate in the dark, when Wei Ci came with a gust of wind.

"Lord, Ci has something to tell you. ”

Jiang Pengji said, "Coincidentally, I also have something to tell you." ”

Wei Ci said, "The lord might as well speak first." ”

Jiang Pengji said, "I have a hunch that it is about to rain. ”

Wei Ci smiled and said, "Coincidentally, this is what Ci wants to say. ”

After the fire burned, the southeast wind, which had been quite gentle, increased greatly, and the wind helped the fire, and the fire burned even more vigorously at the pass.

At first, the canopy, which was still bright, seemed to be covered with a black veil, and there was a faint tendency to rain.

Jiang Pengji smiled evilly, "I hope that before the fire is extinguished, this rain can fall, even if it is a drizzle." ”

"Exactly. Wei Ci said, "It's good to teach the enemy army to know and know." ”

Jiang Pengji said to him, "Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and the ancients did not deceive me." ”

Wei Ci's heart was also dark, Nie Liang really wanted to know, and he wouldn't be angry yet.

finally set fire to find the field, who knew that God was so faceless, and the rain helped Jiang Pengji and others put out the fire.

Although this is a normal weather change, a little use of public opinion can create the image of one's own lord as a "child of destiny" in an instant. Once they sit down, the soldiers under Nie Liang's tent are afraid that they will float for a while. Naturally, they are not afraid of fighting with others, but if they fight with the "children of destiny" chosen by heaven, then there is still hope for victory? Once the morale of the army is shaken, the morale of the army will also be low.

Jiang Pengji is used to taking advantage of her own advantages, so she will naturally not let go of this marketing opportunity.

She looked at Wei Ci and said, "Zixiao, do you think I should set up an altar, dance a sword and ask for rain or something, the effect is better?"

Wei Ci said, "It's not proper, if there is no rain, won't the lord be passive?"

There are times when the celestial phenomena are not accurate, even if Wei Ci is ninety percent sure in his heart, he does not dare to joke about Jiang Pengji's reputation.

Wei Ci refused, Jiang Pengji didn't insist, and she didn't like to dance gods.

The two of them muttered, Qi Guanrang and the others were much embarrassed, and the old man Sun Wen was sent down in his old age, and he couldn't leave at will.

His face, which used to be white, was blackened, and his beard, which was carefully groomed every day, was also burned.

Because the fire could not be controlled, Qi Guanrang had no choice but to retreat out of the danger zone.

Seeing that the back of his hand was red and swollen and bulging, the doctor proposed, "Strategist, your hand is carrying a bag, why don't you pick out some wound medicine first?"

The officer agreed, and when the medics applied burn medicine to him, a little water dripped on his eyelashes.

He blinked subconsciously, and after a while, another drop of water dropped on his brow.

The officer's eyes widened in astonishment, and he asked the medics in a difficult voice.

"Do you feel it? It looks like rain is dripping ......"

At this time-

It's raining?