Refugee? Luo Huyi was stunned when he heard this and frowned even more: "How many refugees are there? How long will they arrive here?"

"Refugees are in front and officers and soldiers are behind, but the speed of refugees is much slower than that of officers and soldiers. Maybe the refugees have not passed, and those officers and soldiers will arrive," said the young man.

Wang Zhilong couldn't help but frowned slightly when he heard this: "If that happens, wouldn't it burn those refugees if they set fire?"

"I hope those refugees can go faster!" Luo Huzi, who shook his head lightly, said with a heavy face: "Otherwise..."

As time passed slowly, the atmosphere became more and more depressing. Especially when seeing some refugees passing through the avenue between the two hillsides one after another, Wang Zhilong couldn't help but feel a little raised.

Although he looked confident when facing Luo Huzi and his mentors, he actually heard Luo Huzi and others say they wanted to rob food before, and he deliberately showed his value in this way. Otherwise, Luo Huzi and others would not necessarily deal with him after finishing their work! Even if they don’t kill him, they will probably not have a good end. Instead of waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative.

Moreover, if you can find an opportunity to pack some food into Zhutian Warehouse, it is much more valuable than soil and air. This is also the most valuable thing you have encountered and can be loaded into the warehouse.

But when the real thing came to an end, Wang Zhilong realized that it was not so easy to ambush and plot against people. Sometimes, waiting was even more tormenting. And while waiting, any unexpected situation could happen. Moreover, it is hard to say what the final result is! No one can calculate everything, even Zhuge Liang can't do it. Most of the time, it is better to calculate humans than God.

"Brother! I'm here, the officers and soldiers are coming soon. However, there are still many refugees behind them, and in order to avoid the officers and soldiers, they began to come quickly. If the officers and soldiers come, there will be more refugees in front of them. At that time, once the fire is set, it will be..." The young man who hurried over to report, couldn't help but frown at Luo Huzi with some nervousness and concern.

Looking at the refugee who began to pass faster like a frightened rabbit below, the clenched beard with his eyebrows and fists, but his face was as quiet as water...

Finally, as more refugees passed, the sound of chariots and horses and a whirlpool came faintly, and it was obvious that the officers and soldiers who escorted the food came. For a moment, as the sound became louder and closer, Wang Zhilong felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

Grandma's, it's not that easy to kill people in war. If Wang Zhilong hadn't been a hot-headed person last night and was unable to get rid of a tiger, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the courage to strangle the man with a hook nose. In the end, he really didn't dare to kill people. In the end, the man with a hook nose was brutally slandered, just to hide his guilt and fear.

"The officers and soldiers have arrived... Fortunately, the refugees have left almost," the young man who muttered to himself with relief turned to his lower voice and lowered his voice with a slight change of expression: "No...these dog officers and soldiers..."

"They..." Seeing that some refugees who had not yet left after being scared by the shouts and scares of the officers and soldiers, they actually dodged to the grass on the hillsides on both sides to avoid them, Wang Zhilong couldn't help but change his face slightly. If this was a fire, wouldn't these refugees run into the fire?

The bearded man gritted his teeth and said decisively: "Don't care about so much, ninth brother, please continue to let the brothers prepare to set fire!"

"What? Luo..." Wang Zhilong, who was about to speak after hearing this, faced the fierce look of the bearded man suddenly turned his head and looked at him. He felt as if he was staring at a ferocious beast, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

The young man next to him had already gone. Soon, accompanied by a large flag of "Ming" appeared in sight, and a small team of cavalry came first, followed by horse-drawn carriages loaded with food, infantry and crossbowmen following the food carriages...

Hissing... whistling... The sound of grass and trees burning and the whistling of the wind sounded quickly. The two hills were like a vent, and the flames quickly swept across the road below.

Boom... Boom... The sudden explosion sounded, which made Wang Zhilong sit on the ground, almost thinking that Luo Huzi and the others had buried landmines on the avenue. But then, looking at the refugees and soldiers who were screaming and running in the flames and then began to struggle and moan in pain, he didn't care about it, but the corners of his pale lips trembled slightly, and the blankness in his mind...

Everything ended very quickly, and the facts once again proved that water and fire were really ruthless things. The officers and soldiers did not expect that someone dared to rob military rations, nor did they expect that the other party not only used fire to attack, but even gunpowder. They also did not expect that Luo Huzi and others prepared many bows and arrows, and their archery skills were amazing, and they even used arrows filled with gunpowder to attack. So, don't underestimate the wisdom of the ancients. Since there is gunpowder, how could they not think about how to use it?

With this fire, everything was no suspense. With the traps laid out later, most of the hundreds of officers and soldiers died. Most of them were shot to death when they ran away in panic. Only a few were burned to death, and only a very small number of them escaped in the end.

Although some food was lost, they still got a lot in the end. Obviously, Luo Huzi and the others prepared a lot for this robbery. Even without Wang Zhilong's fire attack strategy, they were afraid that they would have a lot of hope to rob this batch of food, which was nothing more than more casualties.

Outside the dilapidated temple, Wang Zhilong sat alone on the grass. Since he came back, he had sat blankly for a long time without saying a word... Luo Huzi's men laughed at him for being timid, afraid he was scared. Even, they no longer cared whether it was because of Wang Zhilong's fire attack strategy that allowed them to seize food so easily.

They were chatting and laughing, eating and drinking, and seemed very proud. The refugees who got the little food they distributed were also very happy. The refugees no longer thought about the refugees who fled like them and were eventually burned to death by Luo Huzi and others. The only thing they thought was that they had food and could eat enough. Even if they had food, they would not dare to eat too much at once. They had to save some life and were afraid of being hungry.

"Brother Wang, have some porridge! It's just cooked!" The girl came to Wang Zhilong with a bowl of porridge and squatted down and said.

Looking at the bowl of steaming porridge in front of him, Wang Zhilong seemed to see a bowl of blood, burning with flames, and even faintly smelling the burning smell of the corpse. He couldn't help frowning and wanted to vomit, but his head was tilted to the side but he couldn't spit out anything, and he couldn't even spit out the sour water... Although he was very hungry, he really couldn't eat anything.

Wang Zhilong never thought that one day he would become an executioner. Although those people were not killed by him, there was no difference. Watching people living in the fire, struggling, and howling to death was far more terrifying than killing people with a knife.

It was getting late, and Wang Zhilong, who was lying on the grass, was curled up, even dared not close his eyes, because once he closed his eyes, there was a light of fire in front of him, and there was a figure struggling in the flames, and there seemed to be a sound of pain screaming in his ears...

It was not until the second half of the night that Wang Zhilong fell asleep in a daze, but in his sleep were still figures and screams struggling in the flames...
Chapter completed!