After a strong attack on one day, the South Vietnamese army spontaneously recommended several officers. They first led people to find ways to put out the fire, but seeing that the fire could not be put out at all, they became desperate one by one.

There are some plants and trees in the valley that are not so easy to catch fire.

However, as the flames in the valley become more and more numerous and the water of the plants and trees is evaporated, the flames in the valley will only burn faster and faster and more fiercely.

At that time, they really had no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth. They could only wait here and be burned to death.

"Fight!"

An officer said fiercely: "It's better to rush up!"

"How to rush!"

Immediately someone roared and refuted him.

The man pointed to the hillside where the fire points were everywhere and shouted: "So many fires, tell me how to rush!"

When there was no fire in the daytime, they could no longer rush out.

Now there are fires everywhere on the hillside, and under the light of the fire, the cold light is shining around the valley. It is obvious that the Donglin Army has prepared arrows and is waiting for them to rush forward to give them a head-on blow.

In this case, rushing up will only die faster! "What should I do!"

The officer who had spoken before shouted back in a louder voice: "Are you waiting to die here?"

The rebuttal officer stopped talking, but kept gasping.

At this time, an officer was already kneeling on the ground dejectedly, looking at the sky and crying: "The sky is going to destroy us!"

Rush, can't rush out.

If you stay, you will only be burned to death.

Are these people really the only one who dies here?

As soon as this sentence was spoken, several officers fell silent almost at the same time.

It’s not that they are not good at it, but that there is really nothing they can do.

And at this moment, the officer who was the first to speak suddenly wiped his face: "What is this?

Do you feel it?"

Feel?

What do you feel?

Several officers looked at him with suspicion.

Could it be that he was in a desperate situation and was crazy?

But the next moment, someone touched his cheek and shouted, "No, do you feel it?"

Can this be contagious?

Several officers looked at each other, and just as they were about to ask questions, suddenly, all of them felt it.

A trace of cool, wet stuff fell on their faces.

It was very subtle when it started, and the interval was long, but in a flash, the wetness became more and more dense, and the feeling of hitting the face became more and more obvious.

"It's raining...it's raining!"

The general who first felt the rain was almost crazy and shouted loudly: "It's raining! It's raining!"

The other officers were also unable to hide their ecstasy. Such a big fire and ignition-enhancing objects such as tinder oil could not be extinguished by manpower.

But it's raining now.

Moreover, it was a heavy rain visible to the naked eye.

"Hahahaha...hahahaha..." Everyone laughed wildly.

Is there anything more surprising than living in a desperate situation?

The officer who had kneeled on the ground before also held the rain in his hands and murmured ecstatically: "There is saved, and there is saved... God has not destroyed us!"

The rain soon became heavier from the beginning, from point to line to surface, and it turned out to heavy rain.

The fire that was originally burning was poured by heavy rain and almost instantly extinguished. Only a few places were still burning with a little flame.

But this little flame will soon be extinguished by the rain.

"What's going on!"

In the military tent, Shangguan Youlan had already gone crazy.

She had trapped the people and lit the fire. She could see the miserable appearance of the group of untouchables in Nanyue immediately, but what happened to the rain? A big victory that was about to be won was taken away by a rain. Shangguan Youlan's lungs were about to be blown up.

"Yin Xuanqing, you said there was no rain!"

Shangguan Youlan remembered something and immediately roared at someone in the tent.

Yin Xuanqing was wearing a plain robe and stood quietly in the tent. Even though Shangguan Youlan shouted so loudly, she was not moved at all. She just bowed slightly and said, "It is certain that Xiaguan is watching the celestial phenomena at night. Although the humidity is very heavy recently, it will not rain."

"Then tell me what's going on!"

Shangguan Youlan rushed to him in anger.

Yin Xuanqing looked at the waterline that was pouring down outside, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "There are many secret techniques in South Yue, and human power can be used, but it is unknown."

"Hu..." Shangguan Youlan was about to scold Yin Xuanqing for saying nothing, but suddenly, she thought of a possibility.

She rushed to the edge of the tent and stared at the depths of the forest.

Could it be that Feng Wuyou is here?

Apart from Feng Wuyou, she could not think of anyone who has such great ability to control water.

And with that bitch, he really likes to take risks in such places the most.

So, can she kill Feng Wuyou here?

But, with such a large battlefield and so many people, where will Feng Wuyou be?

... "Puff..." Feng Wuyou shook his body a few times and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

In a suggested hexagonal formation, the temple disciples on the other five corners also spit out a mouthful of blood, and even worse, they couldn't hold on at all and fell directly to the ground.

"Empress..." Qianxin had already rushed up to caress Feng Wuyou.

"It's not in the way."

Feng Wuyou wiped his mouth: "It was already a bit rainy this day, and with the help of the temple envoys, I didn't hurt me much. It was at most a blood stasis."

On the other side, several temple envoys also stood up staggeringly, and someone even said, "Your Highness's power to control water, we have gained insight today."

They set up a water gathering array under Feng Wuyou's request, and each used spiritual power to assist Feng Wuyou in gathering water.

They originally thought that Feng Wuyou just wanted to divert water nearby. After all, there were many rivers across the south, and not far from Dawang Valley, there was a river water that broke the dam and overflowed. Although this kind of thing was bizarre, their qualities as disciples of the temple were still unimaginable.

However, Feng Wuyou's ability was still beyond their imagination. Feng Wuyou accelerated the already heavy water in the air, creating such a pouring rain.

With this rain, there is no need to worry about the fire attack ahead.

One of the disciples of the temple gave a salute to Feng Wuyou: "We are 30,000 Nanyue people in Dai Valley, thank you for your life-saving grace."

“It’s still early.”

Feng Wuyou waved his hand and walked forward a few steps.

Now it's just a fire extinguisher. If they want to rescue the people in the valley, they still have some things to do.

On the outer side, Xuan Lin, with the previously divided temple disciples, was waiting quietly.

In the grass in front of them, many shadows gathered, but the night was dark and no one could see what it was.

When the fire broke out, although Xuan Lin was calm on his face, his heart was almost about to be pulled.

Feng Wuyou said that he would wait until the fire broke out and then he would help her with all his might.

But how could such a huge fire be extinguished?

It was not until the raindrops fell and the fire that could not be extinguished was really suppressed and there was no such thing as the princess of the South Vietnamese could create miracles.

At this time, the group was standing in the rain, all of which were wet by the rain, but none of them had any complaints. On the contrary, they were both grateful and excited.

"Your Highness said we should help him with all our might. Are you all ready?"

Xuan Lin asked indifferently.

No one answered, but everyone was staring at Xuan Lin, as if they were waiting for his order.

"Since that's the case, let's go."

Xuan Lin raised his hand slightly: "Remember not to deviate from the path your highness said."

After saying that, Xuan Lin raised his hand and said quickly, "Go!"

In an instant, the shadowy black shadows in the grass in front of them swayed for a few times, and suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.

Xuanlin and the disciples of the temple behind him were either reciting mantras, drawing talismans, or blowing willow whistles, obviously controlling those things with all their strength.

Feng Wuyou and his men had already avoided the tree and opened up the road below.
To be continued...