Billowing smoke drifted into the sky, with sparks and ash surging upward, as the heavens seemed to hang low.
The people of Guyuan all turned their heads to look at the distant raging fire; for a moment, they became like statues, their hearts gradually sinking to rock bottom, their faces showing despair.
Chen Ji stood solemnly under the eaves of a tavern, gazing intently at the Border Army Camp.
The next moment, a thunderous explosion came from the Border Army Camp, shaking Guyuan; it was as though more than ten Divine Machine Camp cannons had been fired simultaneously.
Firearms?
No!
Chen Ji watched as flames burst in all directions, instantly engulfing a large swath of tents... It was a flour dust explosion, the grain supply of the Border Army Camp had exploded.
The stored grain of the border army was indeed burning!
At that time, someone cursed angrily from below: "Damn it, the border army conscripted our grain, and now it's been burned by Jing Dynasty spies?"
