Transmigrated into the book to become the villain prince, the son of the plane to destroy

After a heavy rain, the rain washed away the blood stains on Pujin Pass, and the bloody smell in the air dissipated a lot.

Wu Ji, Han Yan, and Pang Hu were standing on the top of Pujin Pass at the moment, looking at the rebel camp from a distance.

Han Yan looked at the silent camp of rebels, and then at Pang Hu beside him, he was a little puzzled and said, "Marquis Wuyang, does His Highness the Crown Prince really say that tonight is the time to defeat the enemy and put down the rebellion?"

Pang Hu nodded emphatically: "Yes, that's exactly what His Highness said."

Han Yan looked at the silent rebel camp again, shook his head, and then looked at the four directions outside the camp, but he didn't see anything unusual. He really couldn't think of what His Royal Highness wanted How to defeat the enemy and suppress the rebellion tonight.

"General Wu, can you guess how His Royal Highness will defeat the enemy?" Seeing that Pang Hu couldn't ask anything, Han Yan turned to look at Wu Ji who had been silent all the time.

Wu Ji stared at the sky above the rebel camp, and suddenly said out of nowhere: "General Han, do you think the stars are particularly bright tonight?"

Seeing that Wu Ji answered that the bull's head was wrong, Han Yan couldn't help but said angrily: "Yes, it's not only bright, but also very big..."

When Han Yan said this, he suddenly thought of something. He also found that the stars above the rebel camp were not only very bright, but also very big, and they seemed to be getting closer and closer to them.

At this time, Wu Ji's mouth unconsciously evoked a smile, as if he was talking to himself: "Your Highness is indeed a god, and he can think of this kind of warfare that fell from the sky."

Afterwards, Wu Ji calmly said to Han Yan and Pang Hu: "General Han, Lao Pang, let's make some preparations too, we can't just stand here as spectators."

……

Because the hard work during the day had exhausted most of the soldiers' energy, in the camp at this time, except for a few thousand soldiers who were on duty at night, most of them had fallen into a deep sleep.

Even the soldiers on duty at night were listless and absent-minded. During the day, the five thousand cavalry from the imperial court suddenly rushed out from behind them, catching them by surprise, causing heavy casualties and damaging their morale.

Many soldiers wondered if something had happened to Guangtongcang, Tongguan, or even Chang'an. Their retreat had been cut off, otherwise how could there be court cavalry behind them.

This idea spread like weeds in the hearts of every soldier in the Liangzhou Army, so that everyone in the entire Liangzhou Army, from the generals to the soldiers, was panicked, feeling that their defeat was doomed, and they were all fighting for their own sake. Worried about his family life.

It was precisely because of the confusion and anxiety in their hearts that all the soldiers on duty at night were out of their minds, and no one noticed the strangeness in midair.

At this time, nine huge hot air balloons floated over the Liangzhou army camp.

Xiao Jie's eighteen dead soldiers were on the hot air balloon at this time, and eighteen pairs of eyes looked coldly at the dead rebel camp below them.

The hanging basket under the hot air balloon is full of skin bags, each of which is bulging, obviously filled with liquid.

In fact, the liquid contained in each skin bag is the legendary Greek fire...

After all, Xiao Jie, as a time traveler from later generations, even knows about the postpartum care of sows, and it is not surprising that he knows about Greek fire.

Xiao Jie had a general understanding before crossing, and knew that Greek fire should be light petroleum (commonly known as naphtha) as the main body, mixed with a certain proportion of sulfur, asphalt, rosin, resin and other combustibles, heated and melted to form a new liquid.

Xiao Jie actually didn’t know the ratio of these substances, but fortunately he was the prince of Daning, and with the full support of the Tao family, he summoned the best craftsmen in Daning, and after countless times of failure and trial and error, In the end, as long as there is such a Greek fire that water can't put out.

Although no one knew what Greece was, out of respect for the predecessors, Xiao Jie defied all opinions and named the liquid Greek fire.

Now that Xiao Huang is being conquered, Xiao Jie will naturally bring this weapon of mass destruction along with him.

However, because the production method is immature and the craftsmen are not skilled enough, Xiao Jie does not have a lot of Greek fire in his hands. Since it is a secret weapon, Xiao Jie will naturally use it at the most critical moment.

It seems that even God is helping him, because there has just been a heavy rain, and the tents in the rebel camp are all wet at this time, and there are puddles and puddles everywhere. No one would think of doing a good job in the enemy's fire attack be on guard.

Han Yue glanced at the rebels under his feet, and then looked at the seventeen brothers who had followed him through life and death. He straightened his face and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, it's today to seal your wife and son, and honor your ancestors!"

The other seventeen people all looked straight and nodded heavily.

"leave!"

Following Han Yue's order, he was the first to throw the skin down.

Afterwards, the other hot air balloons were also in teams of two, one person manipulated the hot air balloon, and the other threw the skin bags on the gondola down one by one...

"Snapped--"

A skin bag hit the ground heavily and burst, and the liquid inside flowed everywhere...

"who!"

A group of soldiers on duty at night also heard the movement and couldn't help shouting, but no one responded...

"Snapped--"

Another skin bag fell to the ground, hitting a soldier impartially, and the liquid inside splashed all over his body.

He couldn't help raising his eyes and glanced at the top of his head, his complexion changed drastically, he pointed to the sky, and stammered: "You...you see, then...what is that?"

The other soldiers on duty at night raised their heads one after another when they heard the words, and their complexions changed drastically. They saw nine huge spheres floating in the air, emitting a strange light of fire. They looked like glowing ghosts in the night sky, more like a bird. only weird eyes...

And these skin bags were thrown down one by one from these balls.

While everyone was still dumbfounded, a soldier couldn't hold back his curiosity. He couldn't help but bent down, dipped a little, twisted it, it was very sticky, and when he brought it to his nose, the smell was a bit pungent, as if mixed Got a few different odd flavors.

It was an experienced captain who was the first to react, and immediately sent someone to notify the soldiers on the sentry tower to ring the alarm...

The ear-piercing bells immediately reverberated throughout the camp, waking up many soldiers who were still sleeping. Many soldiers were disheveled when they heard the alarm, thinking it was an enemy attack at night, and rushed out of the camp wearing thin clothes. After the rain, everyone shivered in the cold wind.

Xiao Huang didn't fall asleep at all, he was meditating alone in the tent, soon he heard the siren of the camp, he couldn't help but his heart sank, he rushed out of the tent to check the situation.

It's just that when he saw a few hot air balloons floating in mid-air, Rao, who was always as calm and calm as him, couldn't help but gasped.

At this time, Han Yue and the others had already dropped all the skins on the hot air balloon, and the entire rebel camp was filled with a pungent smell...

Han Yue glanced at the south, then took a torch and lit it, and threw it directly towards the camp below...

The companions of the other eight hot air balloons also threw down the burning torches one by one...

A few miles away, Xiao Jie watched the torches falling from the sky, and immediately pulled out the Dragon Sword, slowly pointing in the direction of the rebel camp...

(You never know how many times the author wants to use a hot air balloon to drop bombs)