Han’s Son is Not a Slave

When Liang Biaoxiang, who was about to pull his spear into the hole with his partner in his arms, heard the movement outside, he was really furious: Which son of a **** ate a leopard and dared to do this in the camp!

He didn't care about the blushing face under his body, he took the clothes and put them on at random and wanted to go out to see what was going on. He was so angry that the face was very resentful. . ⊙,

Liang Biaoxiang smiled, and without looking at his petite nature, he shouted, "Who is making noise outside!"

A personal soldier who went to check the situation rushed over and said, "Sir, Dongying has gone into the water!"

"Go water?"

Liang Biaoxiang was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed, and he was about to call someone to put out the fire when an explosion sounded in his ears.

The sudden explosion made Liang Biaoxiang stunned, and the faces of the soldiers also changed greatly, and they were speechless.

Drug store?

A terrible thought flashed in Liang Biaoxiang's mind, and he denied it immediately, because there was no fire in the medicine storehouse in his sight, but several ships near the dock were on fire.

Seeing that the fire was blazing into the sky in the camp, and there were several more ships on the dock, Liang Biaoxiang felt that the fire was very strange, but he also knew that the fire could not be extinguished now, so he ordered his own soldiers to protect him on the boat, and then Send someone to the medicine store to inform the guards to quickly transfer the medicine to a safe area to avoid being affected by the fire and detonating.

Liang Biaoxiang walked decisively and hurriedly, forgetting all his good friends in the house. When he remembered, the fire had already burned, and he was a little regretful and didn't take it seriously, and continued to lead people to the pier.

The burning navy camp was filled with thick smoke, and the scorching fire made the soldiers' faces turn red. Many Qing soldiers were swallowed by the fire because they didn't have time to run out of the fire. of nausea.

Most of the Qing soldiers who ran out were stunned, and they gathered together in a daze to watch the fire in front of them and didn’t know what to do. Some officers reacted after the initial stunned, organized soldiers to isolate the fire zone, or put out those who were still in the fire. Unlit flames.

in confusion. There are also some people who risked their lives to grab some valuable items from the fire, but most of them were traders who came to the camp to do business.

When Liang Biaoxiang led a group of personal soldiers through the camp from several places that had not yet caught fire. Many panicked Qing soldiers saw the figure of the chief soldier, and followed them subconsciously. When they got to the pier, there were hundreds of Qing soldiers and several officers gathered behind them.

Several boats were also on fire on this side of the dock. Fortunately, the other boats were not led, and the medicine depot was safe. After Liang Biaoxiang breathed a sigh of relief, he organized a mental organization to fight the fire. Under his orders, the officers convened one after another to either board the ship, isolate the fire, or carry supplies. For a time, the pier was in full swing.

Chen Mo, who was wearing clothes stripped from the Qing soldiers and mixed with the crowd to set fires everywhere, was sweating profusely. There were only three people left with his men. The rest set fires elsewhere. There was no time to evacuate, and as a result, a limelight passed by and he was burned alive.

"Run, brothers. Run!"

"If you don't run, you will be burned to death!"

Chen Mo led his subordinates and shouted in the crowd of the Qing army. When he saw that there were Qing soldiers fighting the fire, he took advantage of the opportunity to lead the fleeing crowd. As a result, under the impact of the crowd, the Qing soldiers who put out the fire also abandoned the guy and followed him. The large team ran, and the officers who wanted to organize the firefighting were angry when they saw it, but they could only stare helplessly, and in the end they had to be wrapped in the crowd and run.

During this process, it wasn't that there were no officers who doubted Chen Mo and the others, but they didn't know anyone in the chaos. It was impossible to find out who was inciting the crowd to run, and even to find out who was in the situation where the fire was approaching and everyone was running for their lives, they couldn't do anything about them.

In the dark, fires are everywhere. The Qing army who can't figure out the situation is like a headless fly. Someone will climb up and shout to be the backbone, and the Qing army will immediately follow like a life-saving straw. As a result, under the random command of Chen Mo and the others, many Qing troops who should have run out of the fire in time were led into the Jedi and trapped in the fire.

There was only one of Chen Mo's men left, and the other two disappeared. Chen Mo didn't know where they went, and there were Qing soldiers running away scared by the fire. It's almost impossible to find yourself in it. They can only confirm each other with their voices, but now Chen Mo can't hear the voices of these subordinates, and can't know whether they are dead or alive

In the southwest corner of the navy camp, there are several thousand stone of military rations that the navy had just brought from Guangzhou. Originally, these grains should have been transported to the other side two days ago, but Liang Biaoxiang sold them to The businessman made a profit by shoddy charging, but it took two days. Now that the fire is on, the Qing army guarding the grain depot saw the whole camp was in flames, and there was an explosion from the pier. He didn't care that the food he was supposed to be guarding spread out on his legs and ran away. As soon as he ran, all his soldiers followed.

Thousands of stone grains are hundreds of thousands of catties of grain. These grains are enough to feed the Qing army who surrounded Xinhui for more than a month, but now they are piled there and no one cares, allowing the fire in the distance to approach little by little. Fortunately, Liang Biao was not stupid when he first built the grain depot. He sent people to do the minimum fire isolation measures. Therefore, although the fire in the distance was fierce, it was only scary to look at, but it was impossible to burn it.

The fire didn't burn, but the people came.

Lin Yi slashed a bag of grain with a knife, and looked at the white rice flowing out of the bag. He was born in poverty and burst into tears. While crying, he picked up the rice from the ground and held it in his mouth. He took it in and vomited, back and forth a dozen times before he slumped on the ground. There were tears in his eyes, but his voice became choked up, and he kept mumbling: "Mother, mother, did you see it, a lot of rice, a lot of rice mother, did you see it, did you see it?"

"Mother, my son is not filial, and my mother starved to death. Today, my son brought you grain, a lot of grain, a lot of rice, mother, don't worry, this time, you will be full and full!"

For a long time, he struggled to stand up from the ground, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, untied the medicine bag tied around his waist with red eyes and threw it on the grain pile, and went to find some hay and firewood. He piled it on top, and after doing all this, he took a few steps back, kowtowed three times in the northeast direction, and tremblingly took out the fire book and ignited the gunpowder.

"Puchi", the gunpowder was ignited like a lightning flash, and then the hay and firewood were ignited. Soon, the grain pile was on fire, and the white rice was instantly blackened.

After the fire in the grain depot started, Lin Yi never came out. (To be continued.)