It is six to seven feet tall and more than one foot away. From this distance, it is easy for an archer like Luo Shangwen to hit a target the size of a fist.
In order to throw the fire altar, he stood upright and even leaned out of the hanging basket. The swordsman of Tianshi Dao General Altar was unlucky. He hit the door with an arrow straight in the face, turned over and fell to the sky. There is no need to put red paint around the eye circles, the whole face will be blood red.
The fire jar held high by this person fell directly into the hanging basket and shattered on the ground. It instantly ignited several other unopened fire jars. The entire hanging basket suddenly became a sea of fire.
The screams were accompanied by the smell of burnt barbecue. Even the archers on the ground could clearly feel the sky lantern that had been lit in the hanging basket. It fell rapidly, and a guy who was on fire fell directly from the hanging basket. He jumped out, and the crowd around him quickly dispersed, keeping a distance of more than three feet from him. This man was still rolling on the ground, but at least ten arrows hit him, which made him He died immediately and never rolled again. Perhaps, this way of death was also a relief for him who was burned by the fire.
Luo Shangwen laughed loudly: "Did you see it, brothers? There are jars of kerosene in the hanging baskets of these demon thieves. Let's get on the rocket and burn them all into roasted chicken in the air!"
Following his words, more than a hundred archers on the ground quickly took out the flints they carried with them, pulled out the specially made rockets from their quivers, rubbed the fire sticks against the flints, lit them like matches, and then quickly fired the rockets. The arrow was swung upwards, and suddenly the arrow of the rocket burst into flames. When the arrow was stringed, the finger on the bow and arrow could clearly feel the burning heat of the arrow, but they had practiced this kind of burning rocket thousands of times. Under the training, I have long been accustomed to it. I just take aim and shoot at these hanging baskets. I don't want to shoot people, I just need to send these rockets into the hanging baskets in a projectile manner.
Soon, there were six or seven more Kongming lanterns, and the fire started like this. Even because the oil in these kerosene jars was specially made, it was far more intense than the usual kerosene. There was actually some fire in this chain of ignition processes. With the sound of the explosion, some baskets simply exploded in the air and broke into two halves. Some of the red-robed swordsmen they carried did not even have time to turn into pyromen, so their bodies fell from the air. When he came down, he fell to the ground suddenly without any preparation. He couldn't use any of his body skills or light skills, so he truly fell freely to the ground. He fell to the ground and was half crippled, and then he was rushed up by ten people around him. Several archers drew their sharp knives and cut them into pieces.
Zhang Zhuer was on the hanging basket, holding a shield, waving it left and right, attacking the oncoming rockets. With murderous intent in his eyes, he said viciously: "Grandma, you are a bear. These archers actually thought Use rockets to light our hanging baskets, everyone, hurry up and throw down all these jars of kerosene."
In the hanging basket behind him, five or six swordsmen in red crouched in the basket, not daring to show their bodies. They only picked up the remaining jars of kerosene in the basket without opening the sealed mud. He just threw it out. The bomb that could be used in air strikes just now has now become the biggest threat to himself, making these people avoid it and wish to throw it as far away as possible.
There was a "boom", and a jar of kerosene was thrown about three feet to the left. About two feet below the basket, a rocket hit it. There was a "boom" and the jar was thrown in the air. After breaking into pieces, kerosene and sulfur suddenly flew into the air, like a thunder exploded in mid-air, or like an extra fireball appeared in the sky, exploding more than three feet above the ground, with dots of flames. , scattered in all directions, causing the archers on the ground to dodge. For a moment, there were no longer any surrounding archers attacking the hanging basket. Taking advantage of this moment of space, the other four jars thrown out fell to the ground. , shattered into pieces, and kerosene flowed all over the floor.
Zhang Zhuer breathed a long sigh of relief and could finally sit back in the hanging basket. He and He Tianping faced each other, their big eyes glaring at him. He Tianping turned out to be quite handsome, with his headband flowing elegantly. The two strands of hair on his forehead were now mostly scorched by the sparks that exploded just now. His face was really full of fireworks at this moment, and only the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, saying There is no evil spirit left.
Zhang Zhuer gritted his teeth: "Which bastard thought of putting these jars of kerosene in the hanging basket? Didn't they expect this possible result? I didn't throw a few of my jars down, but instead they were beaten like this. Nearly ten Kongming lanterns fell, and even we were almost finished."
He Tianping said bitterly: "It's not Senior Brother Li's order. Humph, he probably thought we could fly over the heads of these Jin army formations and throw kerosene jars casually. He didn't expect us to pass by now." It’s on top of the archers’ heads, and they’ll know we have fire starters in our baskets!”
There was another burst of explosive sound. Zhang Zhuer turned around and saw a sky lantern falling behind ten feet away. It was hit by several rockets and hit the basket. It was too late to throw out the kerosene jar outside, causing There was an explosion and fire, and the people in the hanging basket were all burned into turkeys. They fell one after another from the disintegrated basket. Without the weight of these people, there was a sudden intensification of fire underneath. This Kongming Lantern The air bag climbed rapidly, getting higher and higher. From here, it looked like a huge hot air balloon, soaring straight into the sky.
Zhang Zhuer gritted his teeth. He felt violent shaking. It was the sergeant operating the direction of the Kongming Lantern. He was desperately twisting the operating rod left and right to control the direction and avoid more and more rockets coming towards him. There are only about forty Kongming lanterns flying around in the sky, and rockets are constantly being shot into hanging baskets. Even if there are no kerosene jars to ignite, people will be hit by arrows from time to time and fall out screaming. Outside the hanging basket, it fell to the ground and turned into a pile of meat.
Even if no rockets were fired at the hanging basket, there were still many ordinary bows and arrows fired at the thin shell of the Kongming Lantern. The hanging basket where Zhang Zhuer was sitting alone received more than a dozen arrows, most of which did not penetrate. The shell fell to the ground, but there were still four or five arrows stuck in the Kongming Lantern. It could be seen that the air was leaking rapidly, and this also caused the height of the Kongming Lantern to become lower and lower, slowly falling.
