Li Chengzhi laughed evilly: "Hu Baozong, you think too highly of yourself... Grandpa brought you here just to show you how much the Li family has paid to provide you with all the food for the Hu family? As long as you have some conscience
, just think carefully about how to compensate for it afterwards..."
Then he yelled at Li Song: "What are you doing in a daze? Do you want me to teach you how to do it?"
Really burned?
Li Song was stunned, as if he was frozen.
Li Chengzhi raised his foot angrily and endured it again and again, but finally did not kick it down.
"Get out of here!" He pushed Li Song four or five steps away and yelled again, "Li Zhang?"
"Here...here!" Li Zhang was so frightened that his upper and lower teeth chattered.
My father was almost kicked out by Lang Jun...
"Take a hundred soldiers to the foot of the mountain to cut down trees. You don't need many, seven or eight will be enough, but there must be many cypresses on the ground under the trees, and the pine needles must be thick, and they must be of a kind that can start a fire..."
After saying that, he paused again and asked in a sinister tone: "Since they are all wearing armor, wouldn't they be scared away by a few branches and sticks?"
"No...no!" Seeing the killing intent in Li Chengzhi's eyes, Li Zhang shook his head like a rattle.
"Li Zhao!"
"Servant is here!"
Li Chengzhi pointed to the monk's village half a mile away: "Take all the carriages there to pull hay. Remember, it is hay... If you can't light the fire, take off your robes to start the fire..."
"No!"
"Li Feng, lead all the archers to suppress the formation and use rockets!" Li Chengzhi narrowed his eyes and said word by word, "Two quarters of an hour later, if a bandit comes down from the mountain alive, you can finish it yourself...
”
Settle it yourself?
Li Feng trembled even as he lowered his head: "I will definitely live up to your husband's orders!"
Hu Baozong looked at all this with surprise and suspicion.
He was 90% sure that if the rebels on the mountain didn't react at all in two moments, Li Chengzhi would definitely light a fire.
But he didn't know where Li Chengzhi's sudden anger came from?
"Li Chengzhi, don't do whatever you want..."
Li Chengzhi smiled sinisterly: "If I want to do something random, I won't give the thief two seconds!"
Hu Baozong suddenly understood and said to Li Song: "Li Song, give the order quickly and shout to the mountain. If you don't surrender, the mountain will be burned..."
"Whoever dares to talk too much will be killed by me!" Li Chengzhi asked coldly, "Don't thieves have eyes?"
After cursing, he turned around and looked at Li Song coldly: "You all want me to be a gentleman, and I also want to be a gentleman myself, but the question is, have you ever given me a chance?
Li Song, ‘The Li family is heaven, and the clan is life’, we can’t just talk about it... If the thieves on the mountain were a little more courageous today, would you still be alive?”
Li Song's face suddenly turned pale.
Only at this moment did he know that Li Chengzhi was not pretending to be angry, nor was he trying to show off to Hu Baozong.
He finally knew why Li Chengzhi seemed to be crazy...
This is because he was driven crazy by his constant mistakes and the behavior of the soldiers of the Li family.
Most thieves don't even have cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold, and some even wear straw sandals, but they can still hold on, but what about you?
Three hundred soldiers actually started a fire less than thirty feet away from the enemy?
If what is on the mountain is not a group of beggars with few weapons, but a group of well-trained soldiers, they will be defeated with just one dive...
"Servant...is guilty!"
Li Song knelt on the ground with one knee, his head dripping with cold sweat.
"Li Song, I have told you a long time ago that your husband is not a god and cannot protect the Li family. Everything depends on ourselves. But as for you, just by my joking words, you are becoming more and more confident. Getting more and more arrogant..."
Halfway through, Li Chengzhi sighed sadly: "I hope this is the last time I reprimand you. Next time, you go to Jingzhou to serve your second son..."
Li Chengzhi is so brave, he actually dares to call Li Shixian "the second son of the Li family?"
How could Hu Baozong still be as angry as he was just now?
He could clearly see that Li Chengzhi was taking the opportunity to beat Li Song.
But he was even more curious, what kind of joke did Li Chengzhi tell that could make a calm and reserved veteran like Li Song so inflated that he seemed to have forgotten his own last name?
As if returning to the days before they fell out, Hu Baozong poked Li Chengzhi: "What did you say?"
"What's the matter with you?" Li Chengzhi said angrily, "Aren't you afraid that I will burn the mountain?"
"I'm really not afraid anymore!" Hu Baozong reached up and pointed toward the mountain, "See for yourself!"
……
The sun has reached the top of the mountain, and the sky is getting darker and colder, but the monks and monks on the mountain have not relaxed their vigilance at all.
Seeing that the young man seemed to be giving an order, and seeing groups of soldiers being driven away from the fire, the young monk couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Master, are these people going to withdraw?"
"It doesn't look like we are withdrawing our troops, let's see and then talk!"
As soon as Yinze finished speaking, he saw a strong mountain-like man leading a group of soldiers to the foot of the mountain.
After hearing a few vague orders, nearly a hundred soldiers dispersed into seven or eight teams, each surrounding a pitchwood tree and began to chop it down with a horizontal knife.
"Use a knife to cut down the tree?" the young monk sneered, "Do you still want to cut another way out? Well, no, why are they so scattered?"
All the soldiers are at the foot of the mountain, and there are seven or eight feet between each team. It is obvious that they are not cutting roads.
The monk had a vague premonition: "Uncle Master, do you want to throw a spear?"
"It's useless!" Yinze shook his head vigorously, "These are all armored soldiers, unless you can shoot a wooden gun into their faces..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yinze's expression changed again.
Behind the soldiers, another group of archers lined up, knelt down on one knee, and actually strung their bows.
"How is it possible to shoot from such a distance?" the monk asked in surprise and doubt.
"Of course you can't shoot now, but what if it's close? Not good..."
Yinze exclaimed, jumped out from behind the tree, and looked into the distance.
The group of carriages has descended from the foot of the mountain and is heading towards the monk's village.
Next to the village wall is a pile of firewood. Four or five carriages stopped and loaded up firewood.
Not enough wood by the fire?
He looked towards the fire again, and saw that the pile of firewood was full, and there were more than a dozen soldiers setting up pots on the fire, as if they were simmering something.
Leaning slightly, another soldier was holding a bundle of arrows and soaking them into the pot.
Only then did Yinze smell the smell of grease wafting through the mountains and forests.
He thought it was the smell of pine resin burning in the fire at the foot of the mountain.
What's cutting the road? Is this a fire attack?
Yinze's face was gray and white, and he yelled with eyes split open: "There is no doubt that the soldiers at the foot of the mountain are officers and soldiers, raise the white flag quickly..."