Because there were so many people outside the Qingbo Gate, all of them were crowded, and the density had reached the point where anyone could throw anything from the city wall and hit people.

An old battalion of thieves was wielding a long knife to drive the hungry soldiers forward, and just as he was kicking and beating the hungry soldiers around him like a cattle and sheep, a jar the size of a basin slammed down on his head in a beautiful arc in the air.

This thief was definitely a veteran, and he had an extremely keen sense of smell on the battlefield, and when he looked up and saw something heavy falling towards him, he immediately rolled to the side without thinking, and hid a few meters away from the original.

Before he could stand up, he heard a muffled sound of broken porcelain, and then he felt a cloud of something splash on his body, he subconsciously touched it and looked down, and found that there was a black sticky thing in his hand, with a fishy smell, and the smell went straight to his nose, almost smoking him.

He couldn't help but scold: "Damn, what the hell." ”

At this time, someone next to him shouted: "It's not good, it's on fire." ”

The thief looked down and realized that what had just fallen from the sky was a jar, and a large pile of black viscous paste-like things flew on the place where the jar was broken, and these things flew everywhere on the people around them with the impact of the altar when it shattered.

And that's not all, a flame was burning where the jar had been broken, and it was spreading rapidly, and soon the paste-like objects that were flying everywhere began to burn.

The thieves who saw this scene couldn't help but be a little dazed, what kind of thing is this, it actually burns, and there is a faint blue fire.

Just as he was in a daze, a sharp pain suddenly came from his hand, and he looked down to see that at some point, a faint blue flame actually began to emerge from his chest and hands.

"Not good!"

The thief soldier immediately became anxious when he saw it, and subconsciously began to slap around, he didn't shoot it, but after this slapping, with the paste-like thing all over the body, it was very bitter and the whole body began to burn, and immediately became a burning man.

"Ah......h

"Help me...... Who's going to save me! ”

The thief soldier who was punching and kicking the hungry soldiers just now threw away the weapon in his hand in pain, and the whole person kept rolling on the ground, and his mouth let out a terrible scream, but although he kept asking for help from the hungry soldiers around him who were originally regarded as mustard, the hungry soldiers around him were afraid to avoid him as if they had seen a ghost, and they all avoided him.

What the thief didn't see was that there were many people around him who had suffered the same fate, and many of them had their first instinct to ask for help after being burned. At first, there were indeed people who came to help, but what was unexpected was that the people who went to help not only could not save others, but even took themselves in, and soon even the people who helped were burned.

In fact, these ejected jars were all filled with gasoline, and Yang Feng also added white phosphorus to the ceramic jars. Anyone with knowledge of chemistry knows that white phosphorus is an object with a very low combustion point, and it will spontaneously combust at room temperature when it encounters air.

Moreover, gasoline mixed with white phosphorus is extremely poisonous, but it is basically difficult to extinguish after sticking to the human body.

When dozens of jars were thrown into the formation of the thieves by trebuchets, the formation of the thieves immediately became chaotic, and there were raging flames everywhere and burning people running around after the fire.

These people running around not only catch fire themselves, but also "ignite" the people around them after touching others, as if they were infected with a virus, and more and more people are on fire.

"Put!"

On the city walls, the gunners used catapults to throw the second round of jars.

The dozens of pounds of spies slammed into the ground, shattering instantly, and the splattered oil exploded immediately after touching the open flame and air.

The nearby thieves were unlucky, but any ignited oil would burn violently when it got on their bodies.

The burning paste-like gasoline could not be extinguished at all, even if the thieves were lying on the ground and rolling desperately, these blue flames stuck to their bodies like maggots on tarsal bones, not to mention that most of the thieves could only wear tattered cloth shirts, and even those small number of old battalion soldiers wearing iron armor had become fire men.

With just three rounds of incendiary bombs, it was as if the outside of the Qingbo Gate had suddenly become a Shura hell, and countless rogues who were on fire either lay on the ground and rolled desperately, or lost their minds and ran desperately after becoming fire men, and these people who ran wildly turned everyone they touched into fire men like themselves in the process of running.

With just eight rounds of bombing, the entire Qingbo Gate became a sea of fire, and as far as the eye could see from the city wall, there were people wailing and screaming everywhere.

Not only people, but even the ladders that were originally built on the city walls were poured with fire oil by the soldiers defending the city and ignited, turning into torches.

Li Laiheng, who was not far away, looked at the hellish scene in front of him and was stunned, and until now he couldn't figure out how it came to be like this, why those flames became like this.

Li Laiheng saw with his own eyes that a rogue who was on fire was running in all directions in severe pain, and only collapsed after running for hundreds of meters, but in the process of running, he also set fire to four or five of his companions who tried to stop him, and under the blow of these flames, the originally orderly queue immediately became chaotic.

"This is a demon law! Sorcery! These officers and soldiers are actually magical! The captain of the pro-soldier next to him pointed to the front and shouted tremblingly.

"It's over, it's all over."

Li Laiheng understood that under such circumstances, let alone continue to attack, it would be considered burning high incense to let the people in front retreat safely.

His idea was right, the rogue, who was already demoralized and barely able to maintain an offensive posture by relying on the bullets of the warlords, completely collapsed under the attack of this rudimentary version of the incendiary bomb.

Countless people howled and began to run backwards desperately, even with the desperate bullet pressure of the Warlords, it was useless.

"Don't run, don't run all of them, go back to Lao Tzu, otherwise there will be no forgiveness!"

"Stop...... Stop them all! ”

More than a dozen old thieves on horseback desperately brandished their long knives and slashed down one hungry soldier after another who fled from the front.

But no matter how they slashed and intimidated, the hungry soldiers in front of them still rushed back desperately as if they had lost their souls, and just as they were desperately suppressing, the hungry soldiers who had retreated also began to fight back, and countless people rushed towards the old camp thieves who were supervising the battle.

Some of them pounced on their horses, others struck them with sticks and hoes, and soon they were drowned in the ocean like little sampans in the ocean.