Looking at the situation, Su Rong and Xiao Heng speculated that as long as the meal that the postmaster and his men had prepared was ready, that would be the time for them to take action. In this case, they must take advantage of the chaos before their helpers arrived and break the situation, catching them off guard, so that they would have a chance to leave.
Therefore, taking advantage of an opportunity, Su Rong selected a few Jinyiwei and climbed out of the window with them. They reached downstairs by touching the ground and indeed saw a large amount of firewood piled downstairs, all of which were poured with something. With a slight sniff, Su Rong and those people could tell that it was kerosene.
The smell they smelled just now was actually not the smell of cooking at all, but the smell of kerosene was too strong and inevitably floated in the air, and that was what they smelled.
Jinyiwei Tongzhi Lu Chuan sighed and sneered: "These people are really daring!"
He actually wanted to set fire to them and burn them to death.
Su Rong took a look around and found that a large amount of firewood was piled up in the northeast corner, where Xiao Heng and the others were. He pulled out a piece of firewood, but before he could move, there was movement in the kitchen and several people came out and walked towards this side.
Two Jinyiwei rushed in to report the news, and the person on the other side came over in a blink of an eye, still muttering: "How long do we have to wait? Isn't it getting dark now?"
Su Rong made a gesture, and the two Jinyiwei hid behind the wooden pillar and turned in another direction.
The servant in the post house adjusted his hat and checked everything. "Don't talk nonsense. What did the boss tell us? Didn't he tell us to just follow his orders? The boss has personally come out, so it must be an important person who ordered it. You should say less, or you'll get caught and beaten up, and then you'll know how powerful he is."
Another person curled his lips and leaned over to the side, angry: "Boss, you didn't explain clearly who we were intercepting. I have no idea. We have to pretend to be an official... Don't provoke the wrong people. It's not worth it."
Su Rongyin listened quietly behind them, and was sure that they were just complaining over and over again, but didn't know anything else. He then made a gesture to the Jinyiwei hiding behind them.
The two Jinyiwei immediately covered their mouths with their hands and twisted their necks to the side with their other hands. The two pretending to be posthouse servants fell down limply.
Su Rong did not delay any longer. He chose the direction of the kitchen and lit the firewood prepared by those people. Looking at the blazing flames, he and several Jinyiwei quickly went upstairs again.
There was thick smoke downstairs and soon panicked shouts were heard.
The fake postmaster who was originally in the kitchen was startled. He felt something was wrong when he heard the shouting. He opened the door and found that the entrance was covered with thick smoke. As soon as he opened the door, thick smoke floated into the room, choking him so much that he couldn't even tell the directions, let alone go out.
"Damn it!" The postmaster hurriedly closed the door while holding back his tears. He coughed for a while before he recovered. He couldn't help but curse angrily: "Which son of a bitch is so disobedient?! I already told them to wait for the signal from the adults. Who let them make the decision on their own?!"
The other people in the kitchen all stood up, looking at the red doors and windows in horror, shaking their heads, and couldn't help asking, "Boss, there's a fire now, what should we do?!"
Water and fire are merciless. They don’t care who is the master. Once the fire starts, it is no joke!
The postmaster became even more annoyed. He cursed a few times, but there was nothing he could do. He originally planned to wait for the signal outside before taking action, but now the fire had started in advance, and those who had not been drugged would have to come out. There were only thirteen people on his side, but the other side had at least one or two hundred people who could take action. How could he take action at this time
He moved his lips, and seeing the red flames about to climb into the house, he could only curse: "What else can I do?! Run the fuck away!"
Are you just going to sit and wait to die? !
When people are faced with life and death, generally speaking, survival is completely an instinct. Therefore, no matter how the postmaster instructed them, they were told to try their best to get upstairs after they went out to check on the current situation of those who had drunk the drug. However, once they got out of the door, they were choked by the thick smoke outside and frightened by the people running around. Everyone else fled in panic, and no one was willing to listen to the postmaster.
The postmaster was so anxious that his throat was smoking. He shouted a few times but found no way. He saw people constantly coming in and out of the upstairs and downstairs, but the reinforcements from his side were nowhere to be found. He did not dare to act on his own for a while, and the situation was out of his control. In the chaos, he knew that many people were running out of the door, but he did not dare to check how many people there were and whether there was anyone wanted by the higher-ups inside, and he did not have the chance to check.
It was not until about half an hour later that he heard bursts of horse hooves and shouts outside. He found an opportunity and slowly moved out from behind a courtyard wall that had not been affected and ran to the spacious lawn. He immediately saw a group of people on horseback galloping towards him.
He stared at it carefully for a while and finally recognized a familiar figure. He couldn't help but feel happy and rushed over without caring about anything else.
The man on the horse raised his hand to rein in his horse, and the people behind him also stopped. He sat on the horse and looked down at the postmaster, frowning: "Didn't you say that you would wait for our signal before setting the fire? How come it started in advance?"
From his angle, the posthouse was almost burned down.
The postmaster shook his head with a toothache: "I don't know why, but the fire suddenly broke out... ..everywhere was on fire. Because it happened so suddenly, we couldn't estimate how many of them were drugged, and we didn't dare to do anything..."
Before he could finish his words, the man on horseback whipped him hard with the whip, causing him to stagger and howl like a ghost.
"You can all make mistakes in such an important matter. What use are you? A bunch of good-for-nothings!" The man on the horse was furious. He lashed him with the whip again and looked viciously at the inn where many people were screaming and running. His face looked extremely ugly.
The postmaster was beaten to a pulp, his soul was shattered, his whole body was in so much pain that he wanted to curl up, and after being whipped again, he could not help but roll back and crawl to avoid it, kneeling down and kowtowed to the man on the horse: "Master Yuan, please spare me, Master Yuan, please spare me, we have tried our best to arrange it, and we don't know why such a mistake happened..."
The man on the horse is the brother-in-law of the Yunnan general. He is a captain in Zhaotong and is usually very arrogant and domineering.