There were only a few thousand people in the city, and in Wang Kui's opinion, it was already a certain death.

Although Song Yi once again created an abnormal miracle of life and death on the battlefield, he was not much excited, because even if he was willing to stay and accompany Song Yi to guard this lonely city alone, it was nothing more than three more days to live.

After writing a suicide note, letting the soldiers who did not want to stay and sending them to death, and dismissing the citizens who did not want to stay in the city, these things were done in one day.

Wang Kui found Song Yi in front of the blind old man in the city, who was sewing a strange and huge piece of cloth.

A round cloth was covered with many tough silk threads in the army, which was originally used to wear and hang extremely important armor, but it was asked by Song Yi to come here.

Wang Kui didn't know what Song Yi wanted to do with this, but he still sat patiently and watched.

"You're not going to patrol the city?" Song Yi turned his head and asked, his face calm.

"Patrol the city? Hehe, this is a lonely city, and those who are left are not afraid of death! At this point, I don't need to do anything, I'm afraid these people will do better than I tell them to do. Wang Kui smiled, and a scar on his face was particularly conspicuous.

"What does it feel?"

"What?" Wang Kui wondered.

Song Yi stared at him seriously and said, "Zhuge Qi, the mighty army is gone, how do you feel?" ”

Wang Kui's expression darkened, and he smiled bitterly, "King Kang left first, I can understand his difficulties, he chose the right one, keep the strength of the mighty army, and retreat to Youzhou, so that he can have time to arrange fortifications and prevent Da Zhao from bursting the embankment!" ”

"If it were me, I would be desperate and angry!" Song Yi said with a smile.

"I just feel now that Mrs. Yue can't be wrong, after all, she is the general's wife." Wang Kui said.

"I said, I'm not going to die!" Song Yi said seriously again, confident and so powerful that Wang Kui was puzzled.

"And now? Three thousand against three hundred thousand to die or not? Wang Kui asked with a smile.

Song Yi frowned slightly and thought for a while, then said, "This time, bet on luck!" ”

"Luck?" Wang Kui frowned, very puzzled.

Song Yi pointed to the big round cloth that the old man was sewing and said seriously, "Rely on it, gamble on luck!" ”

Wang Kui was puzzled. Although he was puzzled, he still felt that Song Yi seemed to have a convincing magic, and there was some absurd hope in his heart.

Song Yi didn't tell Wang Kui what the round cloth could be used for in the end, and only he knew that Lu Dao himself was not very sure.

Although the balloon skin that the old man was sewing was already the best material that could be collected, Song Yi would still be patient with the fire-resistant nature of this thing, and even if the old man made the balloon skin, Song Yi himself could still think of using the fuel collected by Wu Jian to make a material that could really be useful.

In between, there are countless difficulties. But fortunately, Song Yi needs a very short time, and the goal he needs is very clear.

What he wanted, he only needed to see Yan Hongliang's position clearly in the 300,000 army, and then kill him in one fell swoop! This is the only way that Song Yi can think of to break the situation, and it is also the only way to break the situation.

It's just that this thing is really too difficult and too difficult.

After noon, the blind old man finished sewing the balloon, and Song Yi asked people to take away the balloon and the ball skin, and then began to make the simplest hot air balloon in history.

Of course, at this time, even Wu Jian couldn't understand why Song Yi wanted to complete such a thing in the last three days, but Fuyao was very interested in it.

The airbag was blown full of air by manpower, and after using the extremely rare fuel found by Wu Jian and the alcohol experiment with better concentration after Song Yi personally extracted it, it was really able to float

The huge sphere, like a hanging white hanging gall, floated in the air, and Fuyao, Wu Jian and the others looked at the scene in front of them in shock, and let out an incredible exclamation.

But Song Yi let out a dejected sigh, because the airbag failed to fly and seemed to be a little different from what he imagined.

asked people to make a hanging basket according to the appearance they had drawn, and Song Yi then spent all his time thinking about the hot air balloon.

At night, the fierce flames still kept stirring the balloon to float, and occasionally the strong flames could float some distance from the ground with the airbag, but it could not fly high.

Fuyao finally understood what Song Yi wanted to do, and asked blankly, "Do you want it to fly, and then go to assassinate Yan Hongliang?" ”

"Yes, that's the only way to mess with the gold people." Song Yidao.

For Fuyao, what Song Yi brought to her was always a novelty that could not be seen in this world, even at this moment, she still felt that the air bag that Song Yi made that could float was simply the most amazing miracle she had ever seen.

However, to ask her to imagine that this kind of sphere thing could float high in the sky, and then be controlled by Song Yi to assassinate Yan Hongliang, this was simply beyond all her cognition.

Wu Jian was naturally stunned from the beginning, but a strange feeling rose in his heart, and that feeling prompted him to desperately collect all the fuel that Song Yi asked him to collect, as if he had inexhaustible strength, urging everyone in Qingmu Village to make the highest concentration of alcohol

While Wang Kui was patrolling the city, Song Yizheng was silently doing something that was almost difficult to complete, for him, what he could rely on was the memories he had traversed, those skills that outsiders could not understand and reach.

It was only at this time that Song Yi felt that it was a fatal mistake for a person to not learn enough, even if he traveled to a strange era and had more knowledge, the way to live would be wider and longer

Another day passed, everything that could be thought of had been made, the golden soldiers outside the city were ready to move, and the hot air balloon could float a few meters above the ground with hard work, but unfortunately the balloon was burned out of a hole and then fell down heavily, and Song Yi almost rolled out of his internal organs

In the distant capital, there is a depression.

On the one hand, Xiang Guo, led by Wang Weishi, eagerly proposed that King Kang immediately return to Beijing and ascend the throne, while others remained silent.

The overall situation is obvious, but it is also very critical, because at this moment there is not even an adult heir of the former emperor in Beijing, it is difficult to imagine who the prince who ascended the throne at this time would be if the seventh prince had not just gone down to Jiangnan some time ago.

But there are still some different movements in the court, some people are actively running in private, even the king of Ming who is far away in Luoyang is rushing towards the capital, even if Wang Wei's voice is loud, I am afraid it is difficult to make a decisive conclusion before the first prince comes to the capital.

The world is still calm, but the capital is already stormy.

Wang Weishi walked into Yue's mansion in the night of this day, and at dawn the next day, Mrs. Yue left the capital.

Before leaving the capital, Mrs. Yue had only seen one person, and that was Wang Shuai, the prodigal son of the capital