151 to death

Yang Tiancheng pinched the broken cotton wool quilt and came to the center of the beacon tower, where there was a fire oil pot for the beacon fire, and the pot was covered with neat pine wood and smoked herbs.

He threw the quilt into the oil pan, carried the oil drum from the side, poured a bucket of oil into it, he lit the cotton wool, and threw it in.

With a bang, the beacon tower lit up with firelight, which flashed a warm light under the sunset, and puffs of black smoke floated up from the beacon.

As soon as he lit the beacon fire, he heard the sound of a thump from the corner gate of the beacon tower below, and the group of monsters were all attracted by the firelight.

"Grandchildren, I hid for a long time, and I was finally found by you, if I had known this, I should have lit the beacon fire earlier, maybe ......" He suddenly stopped.

What about lighting the beacon fire, the most powerful army of Qi Yue Country is now below, it is the culprit who slaughtered the city today, he lit the beacon fire, who else can he summon to save them!

"At least, at least, I saved some of the people of Qi State...... Hehe, yes...... It's also a hero, mother, did you see it, Dad, did you see it, I, I'm a goddamn thing, and I'm a hero now! Hahaha, a hero!"

He staggered and stood up straight, looking at the monsters gathering more and more below, first his whole body trembled and tears flowed, but then he suddenly burst into laughter, shouted at the sky, and lowered his head to shout below.

"Come on, come on, fuck it, come on, you grandchildren, come on, come on!"

As if he couldn't get enough of it, he came to the wall, tore open his clothes, and in the cold wind, sat on the battlement with one foot, stepped on the wall of the battlement, swayed his body from side to side, patted his leg with one hand, and sang with a hippie smile on the monsters accumulating below.

"In the spring, all kinds of flowers. ...... The wind is blowing, come, watch the warm sun shine...... In the summer, the river, the fish and shrimp are fresh. ...... The wind blows, come, look at the flowers and willows...... In the autumn, the fields are abundant, and the surplus grain is abundant. ...... The wind is blowing, come, see the big girl laugh...... In winter, soju, pork stewed vermicelli. ...... The wind is blowing, come, look at the harvest year of Ruixue......"

The voice flickered high and low, the tone was absurd, and it spread far away, reflecting the purple sunset, desolate and tragic.

Monsters piled up to climb the beacon, the wooden corner door creaked and shattered, the thud ran down the staircase, the clattering sound, the wooden bolt of the patio shook under the impact, and the siege stone rolled aside in the shock.

Yang Tiancheng didn't care about it, and continued to hit his legs and sing, "...... In the autumn, the fields are abundant, and the surplus grain is abundant. ...... The wind is blowing, come, see the big girl laugh...... In winter, soju, pork stewed vermicelli. ...... The wind is blowing, come, look at the harvest year of Ruixue......"

The bolt of the patio door shattered, a group of hands stretched out, and a body struggled to crawl out, turning its neck, aiming its head at Yang Tiancheng, opening its mouth, and rushing over frantically.

Yang Tiancheng smiled at the monster, leaned back, and fell out along the battlement, still singing.

"In winter, soju, pork stewed vermicelli. ...... The wind is blowing, come, look at the harvest year of Ruixue......"

The monsters on the ground who had frantically squeezed into the beacon tower looked up and saw the meat that was about to fall, it was fresh and delicious.

At the same time, they raised their heads, spread their bloody mouths, stretched out their claws, and grabbed them wildly into the air.