Kerosene burns incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, the entire Moqin Pavilion was engulfed in a sea of flames.
It was already too late for anyone inside to escape. Even the defiant few who gritted their teeth and made a desperate charge were mercilessly swallowed by the flames.
For a moment, screams and agonizing cries echoed through the night sky.
Zhang Pengcheng felt his blood run cold. The majority of those who had just charged in were his own soldiers, over two hundred of them.
The Black Banner Camp had fewer than a thousand men in total. Losing a fifth of them in one fell swoop was a devastating blow.
These were, after all, the elite troops he had painstakingly trained. The death of even one was agonizing, to say nothing of losing over two hundred at once.
His heartache gave way to a towering inferno of rage. Zhang Pengcheng couldn't hold back any longer; he flung open the carriage curtain and roared.
