The county commander was flattered, his face turned red, and he replied tremblingly: "The lower officials don't dare, and the lower officials obey the orders of the servants." ”

Shi Gao smiled: "You don't have to be polite in your county. Yes, there is a gang of rebels who occupy the inn and resist stubbornly, and I am ready to attack with fire. Immediately you take the servants to collect firewood and lamp oil, the more the better, the sooner the better. The county magistrate was eager to curry favor with Shi Gao, thinking that this matter would be easy to do, so he promised and turned around and left.

Shi Gao stopped him again and said, "You told the people that the court will compensate for the requisition of firewood and lamp oil, and there will be a lot of rewards after the deed." ”

The county magistrate waved his hand indifferently: "What compensation is not compensated, it is all for the imperial court." ”

Shi Gao was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't know what to say for a while. The county order secretly screamed badly, this was suspected of disturbing the people, and he was clever enough to say: "The county will naturally have arrangements for this compensation, and there will be arrangements." "I didn't dare to stay, so I took the servants and left quickly.

Shi Gao looked at his back and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, Twelve Lang ordered the archers to keep an eye on the surrounding area, and the rest of the people went to collect dry firewood. The old man looked puzzled and asked Twelve Lang what was the use of collecting dry firewood. Tjuguro told him to prepare for a fire attack.

When the old man heard that he was going to burn the inn, he immediately jumped up and said repeatedly: "No, you can't burn it." ”

When the old woman heard this, she was also anxious, and begged with tears in her eyes not to burn the house, and was about to kneel down as she spoke. Twelve Lang hurriedly helped her up.

Shi Gao patiently explained for a long time, and patted his chest and promised that the imperial court would definitely compensate for the loss, and he would also reward him heavily. He mentioned intentionally or unintentionally, didn't His Majesty reward you with 100 gold last time. This time to exterminate the traitor, the credit is even greater, the bounty, think about it, it will not be less. ”

The old woman was persuaded by him and no longer objected. But the old man still didn't give up, and said with a stalk around his neck: "No." There is a couch of the Son of Heaven in the guest house, which is a pilgrimage site, how can it be burned on fire. You have committed a great sin of disrespect, and you will be killed. ”

Shi Gao couldn't cry or laugh, thinking, "If this is a holy miracle, then I don't know how many holy miracles there are in Chang'an City." But that's something you can't say.

He had no choice but to continue to persuade, looked directly at the old man, made an expression of understanding and understanding, and said, "Old man, you respect the Son of Heaven and can be seen from your loyalty. I don't want to ruin this guest house. However, as you can see, I just sent the Tiger Ben to rush in, and this gang of rebels resisted stubbornly and injured many Tiger Ben soldiers. The method of fire attack is also a last resort, if the traitor is not eliminated, the country will have no peace. You see, the mother-in-law is sensible and takes the overall situation into account. Although the guest house was burned, the heart of the two old men to serve the country should be admired by the world. If it is commended by the emperor, it will be even more glorious. ”

The old man's blood was boiling because of his words, and he was trembling and speechless, so he naturally couldn't object.

Shi Gao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally done, and secretly smug, winked at Twelve. Twelve Lang quietly gave a thumbs up.

The two saw that it was getting late, and urged the soldiers to hurry up and collect firewood. Twelve Lang muttered, "Why hasn't this county order come yet?" As soon as the words fell, I heard a cheer from the soldiers, and it was the county commander who brought the people to send firewood.

The county commander ran over quickly, wiped the sweat on his forehead, pointed to the long line behind him as if showing off, and said, "The firewood from the people of ten miles and eight towns around here has been sent." ”

Twelve Lang stood on tiptoe and looked over, only to see hundreds of people carrying carts on their shoulders, sending mountains of firewood. The county magistrate pointed to a pile of clay pots and said, "The people not only sent firewood, but also lamp oil, and even the grease for cooking vegetables." ”

Shi Gao was moved, and climbed his shoulder and shook it: "Okay, great, this is a great achievement, your county is indispensable, and the court will have a heavy reward, a heavy reward." ”

The county magistrate's face was red with excitement, and he stammered speechlessly, and secretly swore in his heart that he would be prosperous and wealthy, and tonight, no matter what he wanted me to do, I would follow him.

Naturally, Shi Gao didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't pay attention to him anymore, stood on a rock, and shouted: "The people stand back, and the tiger moves forward." ”

More than 1,000 tiger soldiers rushed up, and hundreds of archers bent their bows and arrows to guard the side like iron buckets around the guest house.

Shi Gao shouted: "Throw the firewood into the yard." A large crowd of soldiers scattered around the inn, and with their spears they picked up bundles of firewood and threw them into the courtyard.

After Martial Master Ren knew that his group was surrounded, he was always panicked. The idea of going out and surrendering flashed in his mind, and when he discussed with a few martial artists, he vaguely talked about his thoughts, but those martial artists firmly stated that they would be loyal to the Huo clan and swear not to surrender. Martial Master Ren had no choice but to hide in the house and drink stuffy wine, and they tossed it.

After a while, the martial artists came over again, saying that they had already discussed and were ready to wait for dark to break out. Martial Master Ren felt that this was the only way to go. A few people were still talking, and they heard a bang outside and didn't know what was thrown in. Several martial artists were puzzled, so they got up and went to the door to take a look.

I haven't gotten to the door yet. I only heard someone in the courtyard shouting loudly: "Chai He, they threw Chai He in, and they are going to set fire to the house." The warriors looked at each other and rushed outside the house.

I saw that the yard was full of firewood, and the outside was still throwing it into the yard. A dead man came and knelt on one leg, unable to contain his fear, and said in a trembling voice: "They are going to set fire, set fire to us." Let's run. ”

Martial Master Ren was about to speak, when an elderly and fierce martial artist beside him stepped forward and kicked the dead man over, shouting, "Today is the time to repay the lord for his kindness." He turned back and shouted to the crowd: "Gather the dead and break through immediately." ”

Martial Master Ren recognized this person's surname Guan Mingwen, who was a disciple of Huo Mansion, arrogant and arrogant, and only obeyed Huo Yun.

As he was talking, suddenly there was a light in front of him, like day. It turned out that countless torches were lit outside the courtyard, and the light was transparent. There was a commotion in the guest house.

Shi Gao didn't know the situation inside, but when he heard the shouting in the courtyard, he imagined the scene of the chaos in the guest house, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned back to Twelve Lang and said, "Shout again, if you don't surrender, light a fire." ”

The people inside listened, and hurried out to surrender. Otherwise, wherever the fire goes, the jade will be burned. After Twelve Lang finished shouting, there was no response in the guest house.

He put his hands to his lips and was about to shout again, when suddenly there was a wild shout, and then a large group of dead men rushed out of the courtyard gate with their blades brandished. He was stunned, he didn't expect these people to rush out so desperately.

"Arrows, arrows." Shi Gao hurriedly ordered. Fortunately, the archers had already prepared, and suddenly a burst of arrows pierced through the air, and more than a dozen people had fallen to the ground and groaned.

Guan Wenwen, who took the lead, saw that the momentum was not good, and while swinging his knife and knocking away the flying arrow, he hissed and shouted: "Hurry back, hurry back, go back quickly." Except for a dozen or so arrows that fell to the ground, the rest of the people all retreated into the courtyard with a hula. Seeing this scene, Martial Master Ren sighed and sat down on the ground.

"When death comes, he does not repent. Burn, set fire. Shi Gao was very angry, pointing to the inn and ordered.

The soldiers guarding outside the fence heard the order and threw the earthen pots containing lamp oil and grease into the courtyard. With a bang, the air was filled with the smell of grease.

Twelve Lang licked his lips and muttered, "What a pity." ”

The soldier then threw the torch into the courtyard. With a bang, crimson flames erupted from the courtyard. At first, it was still dotted, but after a while, there was a crackling sound of firewood, and the fire soon spread, staining half of the sky red. Suddenly, there was the sound of panicked running and out-of-control screams from the inn.

This guest house was originally a house with wooden pillars and wooden beams, which was prone to fire, but now a lot of dry wood was thrown in, and lamp oil was sprinkled, and in an instant, the whole guest house was plunged into a sea of fire.