Everyone this year is looking forward to the end of summer.

It's a pity that the days don't get faster because of people, and they don't slow down because of people, the rain just keeps falling, and what's even more worrying is that in the past few days, not only has it rained heavily, but it has also begun to blow strong winds.

"It's a long life."

Jun Qianqian hid in a small room in the observation tower.

In an all-wooden house, there will inevitably be some air leaks in the single-story walls, and these gaps are harmless on weekdays, even in winter, burning firewood for warmth, it will not feel very cold.

But the heavy rain and strong winds caused the cracks in the walls and roof to leak under tremendous pressure.

It's raining hard outside the house, and it's raining lightly inside the house.

"You'd better go back quickly, don't stay here."

Pelo was wearing a robe that was not much different from the other, and he looked at the sacrificial table workers who were huddled in a ball, and he was really about to lose sight.

"If this position is washed away by the waves, half of the White Rock Tribe will be gone, right?"

Jun Qianqian looked at the mud that was lifted by the wind, whipping on the earthen embankment like a whip, and looked terrified.

"That's something that can't be helped."

The people of the Baiyan tribe have received an urgent notice, and all the personnel have gone to the temporary shelter in the outer city to hide.

The young man and Purple Flower's guards stand guard at the watchtower near the river embankment, and once the embankment bursts, they can immediately dispatch people to deal with it.

Xia Lan, who was also at the other end of the same room, was also wearing the purple flower standard robe, and when she heard their conversation, she couldn't help but turn sideways in their direction.

She can't tell what is in her mind now, maybe it's a mixed blessing.

If they hadn't left the territory of the White Rock Tribe as soon as possible, the people would definitely be very flustered in the weather like today.

But they had already moved once, and finally laid cement bricks on the black soil under their feet, and finally passed a few warm and dry days, and now because of her mistake in site selection, they had to move again.

If the last time I came by boat was to move across provinces, this time it was actually much simpler, and it was just the same distance from this community to the next community, but this still made Xia Lan very frustrated.

After the rest of the tribes also came to Purple Flower for refuge, there was no large open space outside the city, obviously they were the first to come here, but they lost the best position because they chose the wrong one.

It was rare that the people of the Baiyan tribe did not complain this time, but this made Xia Lan's heart even more unbearable.

Jun Qianqian felt that Xia Lan was a representative of the entanglement, there were really people who could force themselves into a corner, and they could be worried about death and life if they didn't have much to do.

"If it doesn't work, we're going to blow up the mountain."

There is a small hillside on the side of the Purple Flower Tribe, the soil is semi-soft and not hard, and it has shrunk a lot due to the rain.

If the rain does not abate, and the hillside is blown away, the water will flow into the gaps that have been blown out, and the pressure on the embankment will be much reduced after the diversion.

"Why don't you blow it up now?"

Everyone waited so thrillingly, if the rain became lighter, it would be better to say, otherwise it would be too much for the eunuchs to survive.

"No, it's too dark now, I can't see the position of the top of the hill clearly, and I can't calculate the aiming of the artillery."

At this time, it was not yet night, it was just dusk, and the sky was already gloomy and I couldn't see the outside clearly.

"If I go up the hill and light a torch, will you be able to calculate the height?"

Xia Lan, who had been wandering outside the conversation, suddenly inserted into everyone's conversation.

"Can you still light a torch in this weather?"

Jun Qianqian looked at the rain, and then looked at Xia Lan.

Purple flowers don't produce or extinguish fires, and they don't have nuclear/dynamic/power torches.

"And what if I climb to the top of the mountain and light the oil lamp?"

Xia Lan asked again.

"Then I may not be able to see clearly, the rain has a strong blocking effect!"

Not to mention that climbing a mountain in this weather, there is no lighting and no road can be seen, Xia Lan's statement is simply whimsical.

"If you can see it, can you calculate it?"

Xia Lan's whole person was like a demon at this time, and she grabbed Jun Qianqian is to ask, and the people in the room looked at her suspiciously.

"Yes."

Jun Qianqian nodded.

"Then you wait for me!"

Xia Lan took off another oil lamp in the room as she spoke, blew it out and hugged it under her robe, and before everyone could react, she rushed out of the door with a short body.

"Alas! You're back! You don't want to die! ”

Pello was startled, but didn't have time to drag her back.

"What's going on?"

The people on the altar were stupefied when they looked at it.

"Guilt is capable of killing."

Jun Qianqian shook her head.

Now that the girls have rushed out, they can't do nothing on their side.

"Tianyin, you go and inform Xia Feng of the White Rock Tribe, let him take the guards and the guide of the purple flower, and go to the mountain together to support Xia Lan and Pelo, prepare artillery fire, if the lights can really be seen on the top of the mountain, we will blow up the mountain."

"Understood!"

The two of them acted immediately, and the others waited until the room was quiet, and some of them did not come back to their senses.

"That woman named Xia Lan is a madman......"

The moon spirit was frightened.

"Some people, asking her to speak out about her mistakes is really worse than killing her."

Is Charan running away from her mistakes?

No.

She just can't accept that she's made a mistake.

The glass manufacturing technology of the Purple Flower Tribe is very mature, and Daze has made a batch of telescopes according to the principle provided by Jun Qianqian, and each guard tower is equipped with it.

Jun Qianqian took out her binoculars and looked in the direction of Tushan, the rain curtain was too big, whether Xia Lan could light the flame on the top of the mountain or not, they only hoped that this little fool could come back safely.

"Qianqian, you said you want to prepare artillery fire?"

Luo Ze was the first to rush over, he was guarding the more dangerous watchtower, and he knew that it was not yet the critical moment to bomb the mountain.

"The girls are rushing out, so let's not wait."

Jun Qianqian had a ruler and rope in her hand, she had already calculated the location of the bombing mountain, and when she got Xia Lan's signal, she could immediately adjust the crosshairs of the artillery fire.

She doesn't need to calculate the exact location, as long as she knows the approximate landing point and has enough artillery fire, she will definitely get satisfactory results.

"Nonsense."

Luo Ze scoffed at Xia Lan's irrational behavior.

"When the water is drained, the pressure on the embankment is also reduced."

It's just that after the muddy water was diverted in that direction, Zihua had no natural cotton fields, and the loss was not big, but the people of Zihua still had some feelings for it.

"I see."

Luo Ze nodded, and immediately ordered the preparation of artillery, and the various posts of the embankment immediately became noisy, and everyone was busy and waiting.