"Ah! Fire, it's on fire!" A soldier first screamed miserably, and Pei Shu desperately pulled at the reins in his hand, not daring to take another step forward.
It turns out that this place was set ablaze by fire arrows shot from the ramparts, and Pei Shu suddenly realized, "This place has been doused with flammable oil! Everyone retreat!"
A long dragon of fire surrounded the entire city wall, and they were right at the fiery wall's location. Many soldiers caught fire; as soon as they touched it, they immediately became fire people.
"Bring the bow!" Gu Chengyu reached out to the side, and Ming Mo immediately handed over a black bow.
Pei Shu cut the incoming arrow with his sword, "Fall back! The flammable oil won't last long!"
He couldn't believe it, once the oil runs out, how could Wujun Prefecture's fifty thousand possibly resist their sixty thousand soldiers?
