The wind assisted the fire, and the fire burned vigorously.
From a long distance, you can also see the thick smoke billowing from the direction of Zhanjiang Pass.
Jiang Pengji and others looked calm, not to mention them, the soldiers under the tent didn't respond either. The psychological quality of the salted fish in the live broadcast room is not so strong.
Many salted fish covered their mouths and vomited after watching it for a while.
Especially when Jiang Pengji said "the smell of cooked meat is in the air", the entire barrage stopped.
She was chased down from the tower by the official Qi, and she was depressed in her heart. When she saw the reaction of the salted fish, her depressed mood rose a bit.
[Anchor V]: No, how many years have you been following me? Haven't you seen any violent, bloody and violent scenes? This is just a small scene, you calm down. Some things have been seen too much, and they will naturally calm down, but they still have little knowledge.
Jiang Pengji spoke calmly, as if it was not thousands of corpses but thousands of suckling pigs burning outside.
[Smuggling to Africa]: It's impossible to get used to this kind of thing, after all, the living environment is different.
[Guo Fengxiao]: Once again, I sigh with emotion, it is possible to travel through, not the ancient times; if it must be in ancient times, it can't be a chaotic world; if it must be a chaotic world, it can't be a soldier; if it must be a soldier, it can't be a subordinate pawn. The victories and defeats of the princes of the two sides were simply piled up with the lives of the soldiers at the bottom. It's not that the anchor is not good, it's just that as a pawn, there is no future at all.
[Master Uncle Yantianmen]: Speaking of time-travel - I suddenly remembered that the next round of "Dream Back to the Millennium" will start the day after tomorrow.
[Putting up a proud flat chest]: After all, he is also the Emperor of Europe, and the treatment should not be so miserable. It would be painful to put it on the battlefield.
[Yulongyin]: Don't be afraid to put it on the battlefield, turn your head and become a deserter, if you meet the anchor, maybe you can ask for an autograph and a group photo.
The salted fish are the best at crooked buildings. Just now, they were trembling with fear, covering their mouths and vomiting. Now their attention was diverted, and they immediately began to imagine the identity of the next "dream back to the millennium" Ou Huang. Some people joked, and some people immediately made up interesting jokes.
Looking at the live broadcast room returning to normal, Jiang Pengji snorted secretly.
She was so idle that she was actually worried that these salted fish were not adapting well, but they were clearly adapting well.
Instead, she should be worried.
"... Once again, I feel that I am wise and talented..." Jiang Pengji glanced at the sword in his hand and sighed, "If the nearby trees hadn't been chopped down earlier, I don't know how long this fire will burn, and maybe it will still be killed by Nie. It's good to pick up the leak and break the barrier."
She was sighing when the old chief's private chat sounded.
[Your Dad]: It's going to rain over there. This is really the operation of the Son of Heaven.
Jiang Pengji showed a black question mark face.
"It's raining? This time?"
She looked up at the sky, the sky had been dark since the morning, she could see that it had rained recently, but it was definitely not today.
The old chief soon sent her another message, ridiculing Jiang Pengji for failing geographical knowledge.
[Your Abba]: Although you are already a legion commander, and you will be a federal marshal in the future, no one will check your educational background, but don't reveal the truth. Haven't you noticed that the terrain of Zhanjiang Pass is very strange? The pass is narrow, the hinterland is wide, the mountains on both sides are towering and steep, and the middle is low, this terrain is quite poor in terms of air circulation. It should have rained on your side, but a fire accelerated the formation of the rain. In my opinion, at this rate, it will rain at most in half an hour. Don't you think you should prepare something
Jiang Pengji also heard it, and suddenly showed a sense of embarrassment.
"I entered the children's military school when I was very young, and I was directly recruited into the genetic warrior training camp every two years. It is normal to fail the culture class." Jiang Pengji began to be rude, how could she admit that she was not literate enough, "really... half an hour Will it rain?"
The dear old chief only gave her the eight-character mantra.
Believe it or not, believe it or not, pull it down.
Jiang Pengji: "..."
You are a scholar and you are right!
She was thinking about how to operate behind the scenes when Wei Ci came against a gust of wind.
"My lord, Ci has something to report."
Jiang Pengji said, "As it happens, I also have something to tell you."
Wei Ci said, "My lord might as well speak first."
Jiang Pengji said, "I have a hunch that it's going to rain."
Wei Ci laughed and said, "It just so happens that this is what Ci is going to say."
After the fire burned, the wind from the southeast, which was still gentle, increased greatly.
At first, the bright sky seemed to be covered with a black veil, and there was a faint trend of rain.
Jiang Pengji smiled evilly, "I hope this rain can start before the fire goes out, even if it's a drizzle."
"That's right." Wei Ci said, "Anyhow teach the enemy and know it."
Jiang Pengji said to him, "Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. If the ancients did not deceive me."
Wei Ci's heart was also darkened. Nie Liang really wanted to know, and he was still not angry.
It took a long time to get back to the scene. Who would have known that God would be so disrespectful that the rain would help Jiang Pengji and others put out the fire.
Although this is a normal weather change, a little use of public opinion can instantly create the image of the protagonist as the "son of destiny". Once it is settled, the soldiers under Nie Liang's tent will probably float for a while. They are naturally not afraid of fighting against people, but if they fight with the "Son of Destiny" chosen by heaven, is there any hope of victory? Once the morale of the army is shaken, morale must also be depressed.
Jiang Pengji is used to taking advantage of her own advantages, and naturally she will not miss this marketing opportunity.
She looked at Wei Ci and said, "Zixiao, do you think I should set up an altar, dance a sword to ask for rain, etc., the effect is better?"
Wei Ci said, "No, if it doesn't rain, won't the lord be passive?"
There are times when the astronomical phenomena are inaccurate, even if Wei Ci is 90% sure, he does not dare to joke about Jiang Pengji's reputation.
Wei Ci refused, and Jiang Pengji didn't insist, and she didn't like the dance.
The two whispered, Qi Guanrang and the others were much more embarrassed, and the old man Sun Wen was sent down because he was old, and he could not leave at will.
The originally white face was smoked black, and the beard that was carefully groomed every day was also scorched a little.
Because the fire could not be controlled, Qi Guanrang could only retreat from the danger zone.
Seeing that the back of his hand was red and swollen, the medical soldier suggested, "Sergeant, you have a bag on the back of your hand. Would you like to apply some wound medicine first?"
Qi Guanrong agreed, and when the medical soldiers applied the burn medicine for him, a little water dripped on his eyelashes.
He blinked subconsciously, and after a while, another drop of water dripped between his eyebrows.
Officer Qi opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and asked the medical soldier in a stern voice.
"Do you feel it? It seemed like rain was dripping..."
at this time-
It's raining