Ma Sui took a sip of the spicy liquor, closed his eyes and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, although he didn't know the true purpose of this caravan, but the origin of these people had already guessed six or seven points, maybe soon the truth would surface.

The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the cave is very large, especially in the middle of the night, when the whistling north side rolls up the snow on the ground and flies all over the sky, and if it were not for the huge bonfire at the bottom of the mountain to illuminate the col as if it were day, it would be impossible to see what was happening twenty paces away. Ma Sui felt sorry for these Mughal savages, as long as he sent a small team of people to search the mountain immediately, it was not difficult to find Zhen Thirty-three and others hiding on the top of the mountain.

Failure was doomed from the moment the Mughurs walked into the mountain col, looking at the noisy Muguls at the bottom of the mountain, the carnival seemed to end until the second watch.

Approaching the third watch, Ma Sui looked down the mountain, the camp of the Mughal people was already silent, and the herdsmen who had patrolled the surrounding area at the beginning waited until the second watch, but all hid in the warm tents and never appeared again, and even the vigilant hounds were stuffed into the tent by the herdsmen, worried that they would be frozen by the cold outside.

A torch that seemed exceptionally bright in the dark night suddenly lit up and waved it in the air a few times, and then countless torches were lit, and in an instant, countless fires appeared on the top of the mountain.

"Ready!"

A low shout sounded suddenly, and the squeak of tendons and the squeak of sore pines and cypresses sounded in Ma Sui's ears, and then he saw a flame ignite, leaving a graceful arc in the air, and falling into the col with the smell of death.

"Bang!"

Ma Sui could even hear the sound of the explosion of the fierce oil tank under the mountain in the dark night wind, and a tent in the middle of the camp was ignited by the fire oil fill, and after a few breaths, because the wind direction adjusted the launch angle again, the fire oil filled flew up from the top of the mountain one after another, like a meteor in the sky falling on the mortal world, turning the camp under the mountain into a sea of fire.

When a mughum, covered in flames, jumped out of the tent screaming and rushed to another tent, the humanoid torches spread the flames of death around.

The tents of the Mughal people are all sewn from cowhide and sheepskin, and as long as there is a little spark in the dry early spring, it will spread quickly, and the tents next to each other do not even need to be lit artificially, as long as the wind blows, the fire will be transmitted to the next tent along the direction of the wind.

Like the god of death bringing the plague to the Mughal people, Zhen Thirty-three stood on the top of the mountain and pointed to the panicked crowd below the mountain and said, "The situation seems to be a bit out of our previous expectations? ”

The flames under the mountain rose into the air, heating the air and swelling up, Ma Sui standing on the edge of the mountain could feel the scorching heat grilling his cheeks, the residual snow under his feet was also melting, the pines and cypresses began to drip down, and a piece of residual snow hit the top of his head to wake up the shocked Ma Sui, "Hurry up!" I can't stay here anymore! ”

There is no need for Ma Sui to remind him that Zhen Thirty-three has already discovered the changes at the top of the mountain, and he is ready to stand on the top of the mountain and shoot arrows down the mountain, and now it seems that this decision is a big joke.

The hot air rises and the cold air falls, forming a fire tornado that makes the fire fierce, and the snow that melts from the mountain flows down the mountain wall, and before it reaches the ground, it has been evaporated by the heat wave.

Zhen Thirty-three didn't expect that the two hundred catties of fierce fire oil would be so powerful, and immediately ordered the people around him to retreat in the opposite direction, and there was no way for people to stand on the top of the mountain for a while.

A small amount of fierce fire oil will cause unexpected effects, and it also makes Ma Sui, who knows a lot of military techniques, slightly stunned, and after a while, he understands what is going on, "The Mughal people set up camp at the bottom of the mountain, and the surrounding mountain is actually a big wooden barrel, and pouring the fierce fire oil is equivalent to pouring fierce fire oil into the wooden barrel, standing on the top of the mountain is like standing on the edge of the wooden barrel, and it will only be extinguished when the fierce fire oil in the barrel burns out." In addition, the Muguls used cowhide and wool, and when this kind of thing met fire, it was equivalent to adding wood to the fire, which only made the fire burn more vigorously! ”

Zhen Thirty-three shuddered, and suddenly understood what Ma Sui meant, and immediately changed color and shouted wildly: "Hurry up and inform Ah Xiong, don't go into the mountain pass, stay outside the mountain to rob and kill the escaped Mugwu!" ”

Ma Sui shook his head, no one thought of such a result, in Datang, as long as a general who knows a little about the military brigade would not make such a simple mistake, bring his own people to death, and when camping, he didn't even send someone to check the surrounding terrain, I'm afraid this situation will only happen in the desert!

"You have burned so many Muguls, as far as I know, the Muguls are a very large tribe in Murowei, they will not give up, you should prepare to meet the wrath of the Muguls!"

Zhen Thirty-three walked down the mountain and said disapprerovingly: "You are wrong, there will be large and small killings on the grassland every day, as long as we do it secretly enough, we can hide this secret for the time being, and by the time the Mugultures find out, we will be strong enough!" ”

"Are you saying that the Mughals won't know that these people are missing for a while?"

"Yes!" Zhen Thirty-three said firmly: "Just like the caravan that disappears deep into the desert, you should have heard that there are caravans disappearing on the grassland every year, and only when the caravan does not return within the scheduled time will the news of the caravan's death spread, and then I want to find the reason for the caravan's disappearance, it has been more than half a year, so after many caravans disappear, no one deliberately looks for their whereabouts, not because I don't want to, but I can't find them at all!" ”

Ma Sui shuddered, Zhen Thirty-three's cold tone made Ma Sui feel terrified, if Zhen Thirty-three wanted to kill himself, his family would not be able to find out that he was dead, unless someone leaked the secret, he would die in vain.

"I've heard people say it before, and I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

Two quarters of an hour had passed since the group had gone around from the top of the mountain to the mouth of the valley below, and the fire was still raging in the col, and the heat wave could be felt within twenty steps.

Ah Xiong sat on the war horse, dressed in black chain mail like a fierce god, with a Mo knife in his hand killing the cold light, from the tip of the knife a few points of red liquid was particularly dazzling, the fire shone on his rough and fleshy face, flickering and dark looked particularly hideous.

"One thousand six hundred and fifty-two people ran out of the fire, and one hundred and seventy-three Muguls who did not obey orders were killed by me, and the rest of the Muguls were brought under control ......."

"What about cattle and sheep? It's not going to be all gone! ”

Zhen Thirty-three raised his eyes to look at the cattle and sheep scattered in the open space in the distance, and was even more concerned about how many cattle, sheep and horses of the Mugyu people had been seized tonight.

"The fire was all frightening, and the cattle, sheep and horses of the Mughal people were frightened, and by the time we appeared, most of them had already run away, and we didn't dare to stop the frightened cattle, sheep and horses, so we could only let them scatter and flee! If less than thirty percent remains......".

(End of chapter)