In the next well source, Yuan Bin made the final preparations.

For example, the fuel needed for hot air balloons, without liquefied natural gas, is replaced by fat and dried cow dung from lambs that were sent before.

The continued flammability of grease and cow dung is not bad, and it should be able to supply the fuel for a distance of ten miles.

There is also the factor of temperature, which Zhu Qizhen also has to consider.

This season is already cold, and after going to the sky, the temperature in the sky will only be lower, so in order to keep warm, you must wear thicker.

There is also the most critical safety issue, whether it will be a hard landing or a soft landing when the time comes, these are unpredictable.

What Zhu Qizhen can do is to do his best to obey the fate of heaven and add more mattresses and quilts to the frame, which can not only keep warm, but also be used to buffer and reduce damage when the time comes.

After completing this, Zhu Qizhen simply didn't do anything, and poured all the remaining wine on top of the felt bag.

Before leaving, you have to say hello to others.

All the preparations were completed, and there were four people and a corpse in the tent.

Three of them fidgeted, and one of them slept on the side of the couch beside him.

The three of them did not light the lamp, but sat quietly in the dark, and began a long and tormenting wait.

They will wait until dawn, when it will be before dawn.

Only at any time, whether it is a person who sleeps or a person who watches the night, at this time the person is the most sleepy, the body is the most tired, and the concentration is also the most sluggish, and it is also the best time for Zhu Qizhen to act.

This waiting time made the three of them live like a year.

The three of them did not have the slightest desire to sleep, they always tightened the string, and any wind and grass outside was low, even the sound of the wind could make the three of them like frightened birds.

Finally got through to the ugly time.

"Your Majesty, the hour has come."

Jing Yuan reminded.

It was quiet outside, and it was very quiet in the dark and darkness.

Zhu Qizhen nodded and instructed softly: "Remember, your hands and feet must be fast, and you must not make any movement." ”

It's a matter of success or failure!

Jing Yuan, Yuan Bin was nervous at this time, panting, and trying to calm his heart that was about to pop out of his chest.

These two people are like brothers and sisters at this time.

They are different from Zhu Qizhen, for them, if they don't succeed, they will become benevolent.

If defeat falls into the hands of Warat, His Majesty will still be safe and sound.

But they don't have such a high price in the Warats, and it is clear that they will die quickly, and they will die very badly.

Jing Yuan and Yuan Bin moved first and entered the felt bag in the dark.

Looking at the weird thing in front of him, Jing Yuan was better, but Yuan Bin was stunned for a moment.

Just rely on this, fly to the sky?

Yuan Bin's face turned a little blue, and he came up with a sense of urine.

"Yuan Bin, come over and light the fire."

Jing Yuan urged Yuan Bin back to reality.

The stove was already stuffed with dried cow dung and mutton fat.

Yuan Bin took out the fire fold and his hands shook involuntarily.

After several attempts, the stove was finally ignited, and the two continued to burn the stove in a hurry.

After a while, the cow dung in the stove was burning vigorously, and under the continuous heat, the shriveled balloon kept bulging, slowly leaving the ground and beginning to vacate.

But fortunately, there was a cable pulling, and although the hot air balloon tried to fly, it was pulled and floated a few feet above the ground.

Yuan Bin began to put away the felt bag under the cover of night, and Jing Yuan went to pick up Zhu Qizhen.

By the time the three of them arrived, the felt bag had just been halfway put away.

In the past, these things naturally didn't need Zhu Qizhen to do, but at this time, they didn't care so much, Zhu Qizhen and Jing Yuan also joined in.

Time is life, time is really life.

There was inevitably no sound in the process of disassembly, but fortunately, Zhu Qizhen has shown himself in these days, coupled with the previous renderings, the number of guards guarding Zhu Qizhen is not large, and they all respect the Ming Emperor like a god in private, and they can't wait to stay away.

Coupled with this time, this little movement is not as loud as the snoring of the people around him.

It's just that it's only a matter of time before such a big hot air balloon appears in the camp, and it's only a matter of time before it's discovered.

The three of them raced against time to catch up with the process, Jing Yuan quickly flipped into the frame, beckoned Zhu Qizhen to come up, and then threw Haibei to the corner of the basket, and the last one was Yuan Bin's turn.

After Yuan Bin came up, he took out the dagger and cut the cable.

The rope was broken, and the hot air balloon broke free from its restraints and slowly rose.

A night patrol of the Warats stumbled upon the scene.

His mind was a little dazed.

Is that...... It's a ball.

He said from the bottom of his heart: "What a big ball." ”

Hey, he seemed to see a basket under the ball, and there seemed to be someone in the basket.

He couldn't help but rub his eyes, he wondered if he had just slept when he was napping.

When he opened his eyes, the Warat felt like he was going to suffocate.

It's not an illusion, there's really a ball floating somewhere, there's really someone in the box......

This is unbelievable for a Warat people who have no culture.

Why would anyone ......

He couldn't stop muttering in his heart.

By the way, this is near the Emperor's felt bag......

When he saw the ball float up, his pupils constricted, and he suddenly realized something terrible.

How does it feel...... The Great Emperor seems to be running away......

A sense of fear gripped his body.

It's not as if the Emperor of the Ming Kingdom really ran away.

"Someone, someone......"

He began to chant.

Then he drew his knife and ran wildly in the direction of the balloon.

This alarmed many guards, and more and more Warats noticed the strangeness and surrounded them from all directions.

When they saw the balloon slowly rising into the sky, everyone was stunned.

What the hell is this? How can it be to heaven.

The exhaustion before dawn, coupled with the strange ball that could fly, made everyone unresponsive.

At this time, the lit candle that Zhu Qizhen deliberately placed in the corner of the diagonal felt bag when he left could no longer hold on and fell down.

When the wine-soaked felt bag met the flames, it instantly ignited a raging fire, and soon swallowed the whole felt bag.

The sudden fire added a bit of a strange atmosphere and intensified the fear in everyone's hearts.

By the time they reacted, the balloon had risen more than ten feet into the air.

Some began to shoot at the balloons with their bows and arrows, while others went madly and ran towards the felt bags of Yazen or their respective leaders.

Zhu Qizhen looked at the felt bag that accompanied him through the hard years in Wara, and now it has turned into a sea of fire, and he still has a trace of reluctance in his heart.

It's a pity, it's a pity, if this stays, future generations may be able to enter a museum and make a first-class collection in the future.

Jing Yuan and Yuan Bin were not as comfortable as Zhu Qizhen, and the two endured the fear of leaving the ground, and kept adding mutton fat and cow dung to the stove.