Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 290 The Destruction Caused by Fear

Seeing the Tiger Warriors chasing after him, Yun Ce understood Huo Wudi's actions; if he were in Huo Wudi's shoes, he would have done the same.

Yun Ce didn't want to waste Huo Wudi's fighting power, so he jumped onto the roof beam. He knew Hu Ben's strengths and weaknesses very well. Hu Ben couldn't jump high, which used to bother Gouzi a lot. He didn't know if that problem had been solved yet.

Unable to reach the high Yun Ce, Hu Ben used his heavy body to ram the beams and pillars. Unfortunately, the beams and pillars here were as thick as two arm spans, and not something a two-hundred-pound person could break.

Fortunately, when Huo Wudi realized that the Tiger Warriors could not harm Yun Ce, she decisively summoned back the two largest Tiger Warriors, who stood guard beside her, one in front and one behind.

Some warriors came down from upstairs, while others came up from downstairs. They weren't too surprised; as soon as they came up, they got entangled with the Tiger Warriors and the children.

Yun Ce thought the Tiger Legion should be much larger, but in fact, the total number was less than fifty. They fought bravely and recklessly, seemingly oblivious to pain or fatigue, which gave them a huge advantage at the beginning of the battle, forcing the warriors to retreat repeatedly.

Huo Wudi's use of the Tiger Warriors became increasingly sophisticated, and the Tiger Warriors' combat power gradually increased, at one point nearly driving the warriors coming down from above and coming up from below out of the sixth floor.

At that moment, the entire Tiger Legion froze, motionless like wooden figures. This must have been the original commander of the Tiger Legion, who began to take command of the Tiger Legion.

Seeing Huo Wudi's bloodshot eyes, it seemed that the whistle still had some influence on her, but she managed to suppress it.

In this state, Huo Wudi shouldn't have been able to hold on for long, but she didn't stop for a moment. With the whistle in her mouth, she kept issuing commands, directing those mindless children and Hu Ben to kill anyone they saw.

Children are at a complete disadvantage in fights against adults, especially when they encounter samurai. Even if the samurai are as ferocious as puppies, a puppy is still a puppy, and they are easily defeated.

The next battle was between the Tiger Warriors and the Samurai. The Tiger Warriors were clearly interfered with by the two sources of information, and often stopped, froze, or became disjointed in their movements during the battle. Under these circumstances, the Tiger Warriors' casualty rate was rising sharply.

Yun Ce glanced at the corpses piled up in the corridor and slowly shook his head. Even now, the key figure on the sixth floor still hadn't appeared. After a burly warrior smashed the head of a Tiger Warrior who had stopped again with a hammer, blood began to seep from Huo Wudi's mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears. After mustering his courage and blowing the last note, the remaining four Tiger Warriors let out wolf-like howls, dropped their weapons, and opened their arms to hug the warriors who were charging at them. No matter what injuries they suffered, they held on to their opponents tightly.

After being injured, Huo Wudi clearly came to her senses from her berserk state. The moment Hu Ben charged at her, she turned and ran. However, there were too many corpses and blood behind her, and she fell heavily to the ground after running a few steps. She did not stop. After falling, she used her hands and feet to try to crawl out of the pile of corpses. It was clear that she really did not want to die.

Seeing that the last remaining Tiger Warrior was being dismembered, Yun Ce threw an incendiary bomb in that direction. As soon as the bomb landed, it exploded into a bright yellow flame. The flame was initially gentle, bright and warm, but after it rose two feet, it exploded with a bang. The bright yellow flame instantly turned into a white inferno. The flame hit the wall and spread out to both sides like water, turning the narrow corridor into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

Huo Wudi, who was crawling on the ground, had been lifted up by Yun Ce with a hook. The little child had just been soaked in blood, and now, as Yun Ce held her in his hand, a string of blood flowed from her body onto the ground.

Just as the flames were about to lick the beams and pillars, Yun Ce flew out of the window, hooked his grappling hook onto the eaves of the seventh floor, and rapidly ascended. As he passed the window, he threw in an incendiary bomb. Once his body landed on the eaves of the seventh floor, he threw the last incendiary bomb into the window of the eighth floor.

Yun Ce's body descended rapidly with the grappling hook, and by the time he landed, the second to eighth floors had become a world of flames.

Yun Ce did not linger at Panxing Tower. He quickly passed through the dilapidated houses and returned to the two-story building where he had previously lived.

He and Huo Wudi sat side by side on the second-floor rooftop, gazing at the burning Panxing Tower in the distance, neither of them speaking.

"Ahem, were they burned to death?"

Some will be burned to death, while others will survive.

"Why not burn them all?"

"Because I'm not capable enough."

"Someone flew away on a bird."

"There's nothing we can do. People with power and ability always live longer."

Blood kept gushing from Huo Wudi's small mouth. As she spat, she said to Yun Ce, "If I can spit out the half of the blood that belongs to the Guifang people, can you take me in?"

Yun Ce shook his head and said, "It can't be completely expelled; half of the newborn blood still belongs to the Guifang people."

"I'm already in such a miserable state, can't you make an exception for me just this once?" "No, if I make an exception for you once, I'll make countless exceptions later, and eventually people will think that the Guifang people are no different from the Han people."

"Okay, put me down and let me find a place to sleep and see if I can make it through."

"Don't you want to see the Climbing Star Tower collapse?"

"I don't want to look. I feel like danger is about to strike. I need to hide first."

Yun Ce watched as Huo Wudi climbed down from the roof through the hole, took a bag of food from the food basket Yun Ce had placed on the second floor, packed it into a bundle, carried it on her back, and, clutching the short sword tightly in her hand, stumbled away from the two-story building.

Yun Ce did not leave; he remained seated on the second-floor rooftop, braving the light rain to watch the blazing Panxing Tower.

The Panxing Tower is extremely tall and is a wooden structure. Such a tower is actually not very suitable for human habitation. Building a hundred-meter-high tower out of wood is an act that exceeds the limits. This tower should be called a pagoda rather than a tower. To put it bluntly, it is like a pile of firewood suspended in the air. As long as a fire is thrown on it, this hollow pile of firewood will immediately burn.

A short while later, Yun Ce saw flames shooting out of the windows on the twelfth floor. He guessed that the people inside the building were desperately running to the roof, hoping to be rescued by the Xintianyou on the roof before the building collapsed.

Yun Ce estimated that they couldn't escape because the fire was rising faster in the hollow building than they could climb the stairs.

Sure enough, many people started jumping off the high-rise building, afraid of being burned to death. However, they forgot that the Star Tower was essentially a tower, and towers are generally thicker at the bottom and thinner at the top. Even if they jumped off the high-rise, they were just jumping from a small fire into a furnace.

The fire was so intense that even sitting on the second-floor rooftop, Yun Ce's cheeks turned red from the radiant heat of the Panxing Tower. The fine, dense drizzle seemed to have been dried up by the fire and stopped falling.

The albatrosses dared not descend any further; they only dared to fly high in the sky, swaying wildly in the chaotic air currents below. Finally, one albatross flew away without a care, and the rest followed it into the darkness.

Yun Ce got bored and went downstairs, crawled into the tent, and fell asleep immediately.

In his sleep, he seemed to hear a series of loud noises, but he ignored them, wrapped his head in the blanket, and continued to sleep. As long as he didn't want to look, nothing happened.

The fact that Wu Tong could live with He Junnian and share a building says a lot. Eji said that Wu Tong invited the High Priest to help him kill He Junnian, but the cruelest thing in the world happened right under his nose, and he turned a blind eye.

At this point, there's no point in talking about enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens; that's just cowardice, incompetence, and cowardice.

Those children who died at Huo Wudi's behest were all Han Chinese; for that alone, even Wu Tong deserved to die.

As dawn broke, the two-story building was filled with the strong smell of burning firewood. It was raining, a light, steady rain, the raindrops falling obliquely and densely.

The Panxing Tower has collapsed. Last night's fire was very efficient; it only lasted for two hours before it completely collapsed. The once magnificent building with its carved beams and painted rafters has crumbled.

I heard that the money used to build the Panxing Tower was from the sale of slaves from Chuyun Prefecture. Those blue-eyed slaves are now rare; they are mostly found in the private quarters of some aristocratic families, and there may be some born into the family.

Yun Ce burned down the Panxing Tower in a very crude way, but he had no choice. He didn't want He Junnian to live too comfortably, and then he thought of harming his two sons.

When the black eagle flew over, Yun Ce was making breakfast. There was no one on the eagle's back, but he found a letter from E Ji under its wing.

She said that after the Panxing Tower caught fire last night, Wu Tong knelt outside the Dragon God Temple for the entire night. The old priest ignored Wu Tong and did not even grant his request for the Shehuo (a local folk performance) to send down a torrential downpour to extinguish the fire.

Later, after the Panxing Tower collapsed, Wu Tong bit off his left pinky finger and spat it back to the Shenlong Temple. He also said that from now on, the Panxing Tower would no longer worship the Shenlong Temple.

Today is the first day of the banquet held by the Crown Prince's Consort of Changsha. The Changsha Prince's Mansion will welcome some very important guests today. They will present gold, eat noodles, and read books. It should be the beginning of a very meaningful literary gathering.

Such a palace banquet and literary gathering would take six days to accommodate all the attendees.

Eji's letter was straightforward and contained no personal opinions. She only described what she had seen, heard, and what she wanted to do, giving Yun Ce an objective perspective.

(End of this chapter)