Because there are too many people outside Qingbo Gate, they are all crowded, and the density has reached the point where you can throw anything from the city wall and hit people.

A bandit from an old battalion was waving a long sword to drive the hungry soldiers forward. Just as he was driving the hungry soldiers around him forward like a cattle and sheep, a jar as big as a basin drew a beautiful arc from the sky and smashed heavily on his head.

This bandit soldier is definitely a veteran. He had a very sensitive sense of smell on the battlefield and looked up and saw a heavy object falling towards him. He immediately rolled to the side without thinking and hid a few meters away from him.

Before he could stand up, he heard a muffled sound of the shattering of porcelain, and then he felt a ball of things splashing on him. He subconsciously touched and looked down, and found that there was a black and sticky thing in his hand, which smelled straight into his nose, almost smoky and fucked him.

He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, what's the matter."

At this time, someone next to him shouted: "No, it's on fire."

The thief looked down and found that the thing that had just fallen from the sky was a jar. A lot of black and viscous paste-like things were splashed on the broken place. These things splashed on the people around him with the impact force when the jar was broken.

That's not all. A ball of flame was burning in the place where the jar was broken and spreading rapidly around. Soon the paste-like objects that splashed around also began to burn.

The bandits who saw this scene couldn't help but be dazed. What kind of thing is this? It even burns, and a faint orchid-colored fire light appears.

Just as he was in a daze, a severe pain suddenly came from his hand. He looked down and saw that at some point orchid flames began to appear on his chest and hands.

"not good!"

The bandit soldier immediately became anxious when he saw it, and subconsciously began to slap around. It would be fine if he didn't slap. After this slap, as the ointment-like things spread all over his body, it became very bitter and the whole body began to burn, and immediately turned into a fire man.

"ah……"

"Save me...who will save me!"

The arrogant bandits who had just punched and kicked the hungry soldiers and threw away the weapons in their hands in pain. They rolled on the ground and let out shrill screams. However, although he kept asking for help from the hungry soldiers around him who were originally regarded as grass by him, the hungry soldiers around him seemed to have seen a ghost and avoided him.

What the bandit didn't see was that there were many people around him who had the same fate as him. Many people's first reaction after being burned was to ask for help from others. At first, there were indeed people who came over to help, but unexpectedly, not only could the people who went to help could not save others, but they even got themselves in, and soon even the people who helped were burned.

In fact, the jars that were ejected were filled with gasoline, and Yang Feng also added white phosphorus to the jars in the ceramics. Anyone with chemical knowledge knows that white phosphorus is an object with a very low combustion point and will spontaneously ignite at room temperature after encountering air.

Moreover, the gasoline mixed with white phosphorus is extremely vicious, and it is basically difficult to extinguish once it sticks to the human body.

When dozens of jars were thrown into the bandit's formation by a catapult, the bandit's formation immediately became chaotic, with burning flames and firemen running around after the fire.

These people running around not only catch fire on their own, but also "ignite" the people around them after they meet others, just like a virus, and more and more people are catching fire.

"put!"

On the city wall, the gunners operated the stone caster and threw the second round of the jar out.

The spy weighing dozens of kilograms hit the ground heavily and immediately shattered. The splashed oil immediately burst out after it came into contact with the open flame and air.

The nearby thief warehouses were in great trouble, but any ignition oil would burn violently when it was stuck on their bodies.

The burning paste gasoline was invincible at all, even if the bandits were lying on the ground and rolling desperately. These orchid flames stuck to them like maggots on the bones. Not to mention that most bandits could only wear tattered cloth shirts, even the small number of old camp soldiers wearing iron armor turned into firemen.

Just three-wheeled incendiary bombs, it seemed that outside Qingbo Gate had become a Shura hell. Countless fire bandits either lie on the ground and roll desperately, or they became firemen and lost their minds and ran desperately. These running people turned everyone they touched into the same firemen as themselves during the running process.

With just eight rounds of bomb drops, the entire Qingbo Gate turned into a sea of ​​fire. Looking around on the city wall, there were people wailing and screaming everywhere.

Not only people, but even the ladder that was originally erected on the city wall was ignited by the soldiers guarding the city with tinder oil, turning into torches.

Li Laiheng, not far away, looked at the hellish scene ahead and was stunned. Until now, he couldn't figure out how it turned out like this, why the flames turned like this.

Li Laiheng saw with his own eyes that a fire bandit ran around in severe pain and fell down after running for hundreds of meters. However, during his running, four or five companions who tried to stop him were also lit. Under the blow of these flames, the originally orderly queue immediately became chaotic.

"This is a demonic technique! Evil magic! These officers and soldiers actually know evil magic!" The captain of the personal soldiers next to him pointed at the front and shouted tremblingly.

"It's over, it's all over."

Li Laiheng understood that under such circumstances, he would not only continue to attack, but to let the people in front retreat safely would be considered burning the incense.

His idea was right. The bandits who were already depressed and could barely maintain their offensive posture were completely collapsed by the attack of this simple version of incendiary bomb.

Countless people howled and began to run back desperately. Even if there was a supervision team desperately suppressing it, it was useless.

"Don't run, don't run away, I'll go back, otherwise I'll be killed without mercy!"

"Stop...stop all!"

More than a dozen old camp bandits riding horses desperately waved their long swords and slashed one hungry soldier after another who had escaped from the front.

But no matter how they cut and slaughtered them, the hungry soldiers in front were still rushing back as if they had lost their souls. Just as they were desperately suppressing them, the retreating hungry soldiers also began to counterattack, and countless people rushed towards the bandits in the old camp who were supervising the battle.
Chapter completed!