Fengyang Mansion, outside the North City Gate.

"Roundabout~"

Song Yi and the others who rushed to save people stopped all in unison.

Because the original fire is no longer visible, maybe it is extinguished, or maybe it is just a small fire that is invisible.

For a while, Wu Yue and the others did not dare to make decisions.

"Mr. Song, this is ......" Wu Yue also came back to his senses and asked Song Yi.

Hearing this, Song Yi didn't speak, which was a little unexpected to him.

But there must be a reason for the change.

While looking in the direction of the firelight, he quickly reflected the plan he had written in his mind, and muttered to himself, "The fire burns by the forest, and rises by the wind." ”

Thinking of this, Song Yi turned around and asked puzzledly, "Big brother, what kind of wind is blowing now?" ”

Hearing this, Liu Datong leaned on the ground to measure the direction, closed his eyes again, felt it, and replied affirmatively, "Northwest wind, west wind." ”

"Then the woodland was in the west, and the wind was able to escape by repelling the enemy by fire." Song Yi remembered that he had instructed him like this.

"If the wind is favorable, then it is impossible for Zhao Long and the others to extinguish the fire for no reason."

Now it is also going according to plan, and together with the fire, they can get out of the way.

"Song Gongzi, you are not confused, the fire has always been in the east, how can it be a tailwind." The thin fox, who had been keeping watch at the city gate before, couldn't help but interrupt.

As soon as these words came out, Song Yi was surprised, and said in disbelief, "East! How could it be the east, where was that? ”

What is that boundary to the east? And who lit the fire?

Song Yi suddenly had doubts in his heart.

He had been in a hurry, and all he was thinking about was getting there early, and he didn't care about the location of the fire.

Besides, Song Yi is quite unfamiliar with the outside of the city, after all, when he explored the outside of the Jinyi Acropolis, he was still in the palace of the King of Shu.

Everyone is you look at me, I look at you, no one speaks, this question is a bit out of the outline.

"Childe, to the east, it seems to be a trading place." Lu Honglang thought about it, but he leaned out at the right time.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was the only one present who understood.

He was present when Song Yi confessed his plan, and he was also present when Jinyiwei went out of the city to explore the point.

Hearing this, Song Yi couldn't help but brainstorm and fall into thinking.

Nowadays, the ignition point, in the exchange, is an established fact.

Who was the one who set the fire? And why did he set the fire?

These are two things that Song Yi needs to figure out.

the trading point, who will be, one, the smuggler who is already waiting there (tentative); The two, the brocade guards who rushed to carry out the mission.

The former is unlikely to set fire, or it is not necessary, and the encounter between the two must be hand-to-hand.

The one who set the fire must have been Jinyiwei.

The person who set the fire can determine why the brocade guard set the fire.

Song Yi planned to start from scratch and take everyone present to sort it out, after all, he was alone, and there would always be negligence.

"It must have been Jinyiwei who set the fire, but I haven't figured out why they set it on fire yet." Song Yi said bluntly, speaking quickly.

He said conclusively, this is a conclusion, and it is also a threshold.

After a while, someone raised his head and thought about it, including Wu Yue.

Seeing this, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

If Wu Yue didn't understand, he would really be in some trouble.

In fact, this conclusion is not difficult to understand, Song Yi opened his mouth to speak, not to discuss with these hundreds of people, what he needs is someone who can keep up with his train of thought.

"So, we're still rushing to the trading office, and if something goes wrong in the middle, we will immediately turn around and go to the woodland to the west." After a while, Song Yi said to Wu Yue without hesitation.

It is impossible for them to stay here and think all the time, and he can't afford to delay this time.

They have to have a choice, and they have to give themselves room for change.

……

At the same time, Zhao Long, who was rushing towards the halfway up the mountain, also saw the firelight.

But that location is far away from the trading office.

He naturally understood that it was Jiang Zhen and the others who set the fire, but why, they would go to the east, as if they were avoiding them.

Thinking of this, Zhao Long's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

He looked at the fire with a faint gaze, looked at the direction of the wind, and couldn't help but say in surprise, "It's really the west wind, Song Shimo is not the reincarnation of Zhuge Kongming." ”

He couldn't help but think of the words written in the last link of Song Yi's plan.

The fire burns by the forest and rises by the wind.

Wait, the west wind rises, lure the enemy in, burn around the forest, and come out against the wind, before the whole body can retreat.

At the end of the words, Song Yi also repeatedly admonished, and wrote in a fierce voice, "This method, unless it is absolutely necessary, resolutely do not use it." ”

"On the one hand, if the fire is uncontrollable, it is easy to accidentally injure the civilians outside the city; The two of them, set fire to the mountain, and sit in the bottom of the prison! Sit through the bottom of the prison! ”

If it weren't for this sentence, Zhao Long really wouldn't have remembered it so clearly.

For this reason, he deliberately went to check the law of the Ming Dynasty, and the criminal law in it is more serious than sitting in prison!

"Da Ming Law, Criminal Law" clearly writes,

Those who catch fire in the mountains and tombs shall be punished with eighty rods and two years of imprisonment.

He who burns the woods shall have a hundred rods and two thousand miles.

And Zhao Long, as a law enforcer, knows the concept of these two numbers, one hundred rods, two thousand miles.

It was hard for Zhao Long to imagine how he could still live and be exiled for two thousand miles after a hundred rods.

He couldn't help but look at the raging fire, and estimated the sentence, "This fire has to be eighty rods, or one hundred." ”

"Hundred household chiefs, something is wrong." The subordinates on the side, looking at the floating fire, hurriedly said.

Zhao Long also retracted his thoughts and said, "What's the matter, Lao Zhang." ”

"This fire seems to be burning in our direction." That Lao Zhang also explained out loud.

Circuitous~

Hearing this, Zhao Long hurriedly stopped his horse and said coldly: "It's true." ”

"Oh no, it's ™ a fire burning in the east." This will be the problem of his consciousness, frowning.

He couldn't help but think of the words that Song Yi had muttered when he was talking about the plan.

"Shunfeng has taken advantage of the fire to retreat from the enemy and has been able to escape."

"Now, this is a headwind, using fire to kill the enemy?" Zhao Long said thoughtfully.

But if there are only two of them, is it to kill the enemy, or to be killed? It's not hard to figure out.

Thinking of this, Zhao Long was stunned in his heart, his face turned pale, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, oozing a thin layer.

This fire, which was burned for them to see, has turned against the east and has gone against the west.

Now Zhao Long is west of this firelight, and Wang Hu is taking advantage of this west wind to retreat from the enemy.

It's just that the enemy who retreated was him Zhao Long, so let them retreat quickly.

"Don't worry about the fire, just run over." Zhao Long said word by word, and he already had a choice in his heart.

And Zhao Long and others are gradually approaching, but the fire is getting smaller and smaller.

This fire seems to be like the life of the king tiger, fluttering and dissipating.

"Roundabout~"

"Roundabout~"

"Roundabout~"

Zhao Long stopped his horse, and together with the fifty horsemen and horses he brought, they all stopped in unison.

All because they saw a familiar figure on the mountainside, a figure that could not have appeared here.

The man hurriedly ran towards them, but no one stepped forward to greet Zhao Long and the others.

Zhao Long, who was at the forefront, his face was already flushed, his eyebrows were twisted into pimples, his hands were holding the horse rope tightly, and the green tendons on his arms were already visible to the naked eye.

"Jiang Xuan, why are you here?"

Zhao Long's voice unconsciously raised a few points, revealing uncontrollable resentment and doubt, and the end of each word was a little unstoppable.