Chapter 1478

The wind helped the fire, and the fire burned vigorously.

From a distance, you can also see the strong smoke rising in the direction of Zhanjiang pass.

Jiang Pengji and others looked calm. Without talking about them, the soldiers under the account did not respond. They should put out the fire, transfer the wounded, and transfer the riprap truck. The psychological quality of salted fish in the live broadcasting room is not so strong.

Many salted fish vomited with their mouths covered after watching for a while.

Especially when Jiang Pengji said "there is a smell of cooked meat in the air", the whole barrage stopped.

She was driven down the tower by Qi Guan. She was depressed. She found that the salted fish reacted like this, and her depressed mood rose again.

[anchor v]: No, you've been with me for many years. Haven't you seen any big storms and bloody violence? This is just a small scene. You should calm down. Some things look more and naturally calm down, but they still have less knowledge.

Jiang Pengji spoke lightly, as if thousands of suckling pigs were burning outside instead of thousands of corpses.

[smuggling into Africa]: you can never get used to such things. After all, the living environment is different.

[ghost talent Guo fengxiao]: once again, it's OK to cross, especially in ancient times; If it had to be ancient, it could not be troubled times; If it has to be troubled times, it can't be a soldier; If you have to be a soldier, you can't be a pawn at the bottom. The victory or defeat of the princes on both sides is basically piled up with the lives of the soldiers at the bottom. It's not that the anchor is bad, but as a pawn, I really don't have any future.

[yantianmen martial uncle]: speaking of crossing - I suddenly remembered that the next round of "dream back to the Millennium" will open the day after tomorrow.

[hold up your proud flat chest]: at least it's also the European emperor. The treatment should not be so miserable. It's painful to put it on the battlefield.

[yulongyin]: you're not afraid to throw it into the battlefield. Do you turn around and become a deserter? If you meet the anchor, maybe you can ask for a signed group photo.

Salted fish are best at crooked buildings. Just now they were trembling with fear, covered their mouths and vomited. At this time, their attention was diverted and they immediately began to imagine what the next European emperor who "dreams back to the Millennium" would be. Some people teased, others immediately made up interesting jokes.

Looking at the normal live studio, Jiang Pengji hummed in the dark.

She was so idle that she was worried that these salted fish would not adapt well. It was clear that they had adapted well.

She's the one who should worry.

"... once again, she sighed that she was wise and powerful..." Jiang Pengji glanced at the cutting knife in her hand and sighed, "if the nearby trees had not been cut down early, the fire would not know when to burn. Maybe Nie Liang could have picked up the leak and broken the pass."

She was feeling that the private conversation of the old chief sounded.

[your Abba]: it's going to rain over there. It's really the operation of the son of heaven.

Jiang Pengji showed her black question mark face.

"Rain? This time?"

She looked up at the sky. It had been dark since the morning. She could see that it had rained recently, but it was by no means today.

The old chief soon sent her another message, laughing at Jiang Pengji's failure in geography.

[your Abba]: Although you are already a military commander and will still be a federal marshal in the future, no one will check your education, but don't reveal the truth. Don't you find the terrain of Zhanjiang pass very strange? The pass is narrow, the hinterland is wide, the mountains on both sides are high and steep, and the middle is low. This terrain is quite poor in air circulation. It should have rained on your side, but a fire accelerated the formation of rain. In my opinion, at this speed, it will rain in more than half an hour. What don't you think you should prepare?

Jiang Pengji also heard it and immediately showed some embarrassment.

"I entered the children's military school when I was very young. I was directly recruited into the gene soldier training camp within two years. It's normal to fail the culture class." Jiang Pengji began to play tricks. How could she admit that her culture was not enough, "really... There will be rain in half an hour?"

Dear old chief, only eight words of truth were given to her.

Believe it or not.

Jiang Pengji: "

You're right!

She was thinking about how to operate in a dark box. Weici came against a gust of wind.

"Lord, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Pengji said, "as it happens, I have something to tell you."

Wei CI said, "Lord, you might as well say it first."

Jiang Pengji said, "I have a hunch that it will rain soon."

Wei CI said with a smile, "coincidentally, this is what CI wants to say."

After the fire burned, the originally gentle southeast wind increased greatly, the wind helped the fire, and the pass burned more vigorously.

At first, the bright sky seemed to be covered with a layer of black yarn, with a faint trend of rainfall.

Jiang Pengji smiled. "I hope it will rain before the fire goes out, even drizzle."

"Exactly." Wei CI said, "at least teach the enemy to know."

Jiang Pengji said to him, "he who is near Zhu is red, and he who is near ink is black. The ancients did not deceive me."

Wei Ci's heart is also black. Nie Liangzhen should know that he is not angry at good or bad.

It's not easy to get back to the field. Who knows that God doesn't give face so much. It rains to help Jiang Pengji and others put out the fire.

Although this is a normal weather change, a little use of public opinion can create the image that our Lord is the "son of destiny" in an instant. Once he has settled down, the soldiers under Nie Liang's account are afraid to float for a while. Naturally, they are not afraid to fight with people, but if they fight with the "son of destiny" chosen by God, is there any hope of victory? Once the morale of the army is shaken, the morale will be low.

Jiang Pengji is used to taking advantage of her own advantages and will not miss this marketing opportunity.

She looked at Wei Ci and said, "Zixiao, do you want me to set up an altar, dance a sword and pray for rain? The effect is better?"

Wei CI said, "no, if it didn't rain, wouldn't the LORD be passive?"

Even if Wei Ci was 90% sure, he didn't dare to joke about Jiang Pengji's reputation.

Wei CI refused, Jiang Pengji didn't insist, and she didn't like dancing.

They muttered that Qi guanrang and others were much more embarrassed. Old man Sun Wen was sent down because he was old. He couldn't leave at will.

The original white face was smoked black, and the beard carefully taken care of every day was scorched.

Because the fire could not be controlled, Qi guanrang had to retreat from the danger zone.

Seeing that the back of his hand was red and swollen, the doctor puffed up a big bag and suggested, "military division, why don't you pick up some wound medicine first?"

Qi Guan asked him to agree. When the medical soldiers put burn medicine on him, a little water dripped on his eyelashes.

He blinked subconsciously. After a while, another drop of water dropped in the center of his eyebrows.

Qi official let him open his eyes in amazement and asked the doctor in a difficult voice.

"Do you feel it? It seems that rain has just fallen..."

This time——

it's raining?