At this moment, there was no one on the street except for a group of ten people and more than thirty war horses, walking towards Naxi City with reverence.
When the guide who was about a few feet away from them reined in the horse's head and raised the torch high in his hand, Yao Laoliu finally saw the Western Market of Ping An Jing through the light of the fire.
The next moment, Yao Laoliu nodded vigorously as he looked at the nine brothers around him.
"Group of two, go ahead. After ten breaths, start setting fire. See you at Guanglong Temple."
"Understood, Lao Yao, don't fucking die."
"roll!"
Seeing this group of Western Army elites leaving quietly with smiles on their faces, Yao Laoliu took a deep breath and began to slowly flex his fingers.
The guide was holding a bow with a nervous look on his face and looking around cautiously.
"Do it!" As Yao Laoliu whispered, the elite of the Western Army standing behind Yao Laoliu immediately picked up a kerosene bomb bag and put it in front of the torch to light it.
Then he threw it towards the West Market on the side, picked up another kerosene bomb bag, lit it, and threw it in another direction...
They don't need to worry about whether the kerosene bombs thrown will explode, they just know.
He needs to throw away the forty or fifty kerosene bombs carried by the mount around him before he can complete the first task.
The first kerosene bomb hit the ceiling of a shop and slowly slid downwards.
As the hot kerosene burned, the skin bag burst open, making a muffled sound, and a small amount of kerosene splashed out and scattered in all directions.
Like candles, they began to illuminate the surroundings brighter and brighter.
Soon, several kilograms of viscous mixture of whale oil and honey was burning and flowing slowly...
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Not far away, kerosene bombs began to burn one after another, exploded, and stuck to the ground, wooden walls, tiles overhead, and the straw...
Yao Laoliu and the elite of the Western Army behind him silently mobilized their mounts, took a dozen steps forward, threw several more, and continued.
Such hard work and seriousness are just like those old farmers who work hard in the farmland planting rice and ignore the world.
As Heiji, who was on night duty in the West Market, slept soundly, until a faint scent of oil began to hit his nose.
Pingzhi opened his eyes in a daze, stood up from the bed made of wooden planks, and opened the door.
Heiji, who was only 1.4 meters tall, noticed that at this moment, there was already light in front of him.
Along with the light came the hot air and the sound of the bamboo trees being burned to the point of exploding.
Turning his head, Heiji realized that it was not just the light in front of him, but the light in all directions, which was so bright that it seemed to blind his own eyes.
"Fire, fire! Fire!" Heiji screamed heartbreakingly...
In a private house separated by only one street from Nashi City, a skinny man suddenly opened his eyes and tilted his head in confusion.
Then he pushed the yellow-faced woman next to him who was twice as big as himself.
"Nadeko, Nadeko, did you hear someone calling?"
"I'm sleeping with you. I didn't hear anything. If you make any more noise, get out of here."
"...Okay, okay, honey, let's continue sleeping."
"Dad, Mom, it's dawn..."
"Okja, what are you talking about? Your father and I were so tired that we just fell asleep. How could it be dawn?"
The yellow-faced woman sat up and shouted toward the door with an unhappy look on her face.
At this moment, the dead ghost next to them pulled up the curtain that blocked the window next to the bed. In an instant, the couple subconsciously narrowed their eyes.
At this moment, I finally heard someone starting to shout loudly about a fire.
"Amaterasu, the West City, the whole West City is on fire..."
Yao Pingzhong, who had been silently looking at the southern part of Ping An Jing, raised his head frequently to look at the bright moon.
Time was still passing by bit by bit, but there was no fire in the southern part of Ping'an Jing, which made Yao Pingzhong a little nervous.
Could it be that the brothers in the south encountered something unexpected?
"General, look, look over there..."
At this moment, a soldier's excited low voice came to his ears.
Yao Pingzhong simply stepped on the saddle with both feet and stood up from the horse.
He finally saw that at this moment, in the southern area of Heian Jing, there seemed to be two exaggeratedly large bonfires burning on one left and one on the right.
And the flames have already begun, rising towards the sky...
"Okay, it seems that Yao Laoliu and the others have succeeded."
"Next, we have to take action as soon as possible, let's go..."
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Soon, the soaring flames in East Market and West Market alarmed more and more Heian Jing Japanese people.
Soon, two units of the troops left behind in Heianjing were mobilized and began to rush towards the east and west cities.
Soon, the Japanese discovered in despair that no matter how much water they poured, the flames could not be extinguished.
Moreover, since both the East City and West City were on fire from all directions at the same time, this meant that if you wanted to put out the fire, you could only rescue them from the outside.
How to save a fire that cannot be extinguished with water?
This was just the beginning. Not long after, the houses and residences on both sides of the four streets began to burst into flames. Those who were particularly cared for were the dignitaries of the Japanese country.
At this moment, a Japanese who rushed out from his burning home saw a frighteningly tall horse standing in front of him not far away.
And on the horseback, there was another person whose armor looked so scarlet and strange under the light of the fire.
Before he could speak, he heard the other party yelling vaguely.
"Enemy attack, protect the emperor!"
When the Japanese heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the palace, and heard a cry. When he turned around, he only saw the flash of the sword, and he lost consciousness.
Looking at the head still rolling on the ground, the Western Army elite couldn't help but curse.
"Damn it, doesn't he understand?"
"It doesn't matter if he understands it or not, just shout."
These elites of the Western Army of the Song Dynasty happily set fires in peace and exhaled loudly.
They used the few Japanese sentences that the prodigy of the Song Dynasty taught them word by word, and shouted them over and over again.
In such a dark night, with blazing fires everywhere in Heiankyo, you can still hear people shouting for enemy attacks and to protect the emperor.
Either someone is yelling, the Fujiwara clan is rebelling, everyone should run away.
There are also people shouting loudly that the emperor wants to kill the Fujiwara clan and kill all the Fujiwara clan...
In the middle of a nightmare, Fujiwara Tadashi finally opened his eyes amidst the rapid shouting when he saw the Emperor Shirakawa walking toward him with a fierce smile and a sword in hand.
(End of chapter)
