The problem Yang Feng faced at this time was that he had to get over the wide West Chang'an Avenue. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On this unobstructed street with tens of thousands of Qing troops waiting for him, he would be bombarded by no less than a hundred cannons of various calibers, without the help of Xiao Qian, a super plug-in, he thought that it would be difficult for him to dodge so many cannons at close range, after all, it was impossible for him to determine the trajectory of the cannonball in a few tenths and zeros, or determine the accurate pointing of the muzzle according to the center line of the cannon.

Not to mention that there are tens of thousands of shotguns out there.

Without the protection of the titanium alloy heavy armor of the whole body, these things also have a certain lethality to him.

Since that's the case, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

Yang Feng is located at this time in Xuanwumen Inner Street and Zhengyangmen Inner Street, that is, the royal street that leads directly to Tiananmen, plus between West Chang'an Street, which belongs to the territory inlaid with blue flags, all the way to the west of the inner city wall, and to the west of the imperial city to the west of Fuchengmen Inner Street, this piece is inlaid with red flags. Because of the blockage of the street and the struggle to put out, the fire was limited to the territory of the blue flag, obviously this is not possible, if you want to burn it heartily, you need to face dense cannons to break into the imperial city, but if you set fire everywhere in the inner city, he will not encounter any danger, the city's dense courtyard houses and official mansions are like a labyrinth, will immunize him against all cannons, and those courtyard walls will not stop him.

What's the best way to navigate the maze?

Smash a straight line across the maze!

In this way, he turned his head to the northwest with great interest with a torch, and passed diagonally through the countless buildings that were raging in the fire, whether it was a wall or a house in front of him, it was nothing more than a foot, like a rhinoceros that pierced through the inner street of Xuanwumen.

There are no defenders here.

But it's all about firefighting.

Countless banner men, women, and children were fighting to extinguish the fire in various ways, blocking the fire from burning through the streets, and then Yang Feng jumped out of the fire like a demon god, carrying a burning beam from the firelight.

"Stop him!"

An official who was directing the firefighting understood the demon's intentions in a second, and then let out a frightened cry.

The next moment, the beam roared and slapped him below.

Then Yang Feng took two steps to him, picked up the beam, knocked down the courtyard wall in front of him with one foot, and rushed straight into a luxurious mansion behind him, the beam with the raging fire unceremoniously pestled into the nearest room, and when he pulled it out again, the house immediately burst into flames, and then Yang Feng jumped to the outside of another room and pestled the beam into it.

At this time, an old guy in a python patch commanded the house slave to rush out.

Yang Feng didn't even look at those house slaves, holding the beam of the house like a monkey brother jumped up and smashed into the air, the python was instantly shot away, and before those house slaves could react, he had already jumped up and crossed the roof again. He set fire to it while continuing to move forward, and quickly rushed out of the burning mansion, through a relatively narrow street, into the territory of the red flag, and also set fire all the way, and it didn't take long for the fire to spread on the side of the red flag, and after running to Prince Jane's mansion and setting a fire, he then turned around and burned northeast until he reached Gangwa City.

Poor Qing troops in the city desperately followed him to chase and intercept, but they couldn't stop him from advancing at all, not to mention the complicated environment in the city, even if they really went to the field outside, they couldn't stop this demon!

What's more, those Qing troops still had to put out the fire.

It's all their family, their property, their wives and children, all shouting at them in the flames!

After Yang Feng lit another Baylor Mansion next to Gangwa City, he suddenly turned west again, and burned all the way to the Shuncheng County Mansion in the cursing of the Qing army that surrounded and intercepted him.

It's a pity that the entire Xisanqi let him order it.

It can be said that half of Beijing's inner city is ablaze, and those fire-fighting bannermen scream in horror, constantly running in the chaotic and crowded streets, carrying buckets, basins, and not many water dragons, desperately going back and forth to a well, lifting buckets of well water with a roller, cursing the killer that day, while fighting the disaster he created, but it is obvious that they are in vain, and they can't solve Yang Feng's situation, no matter how they put out it, it is useless.

After all, he can go on and on.

Just like a naughty boy who plays with fire, Yang Feng with a simple happiness, in this ancient city kept setting fires, after setting the Prince Guo's mansion on fire, he turned to the east, under the blazing fire of Baochan Temple, suddenly turned southeast and burned into Prince Zhuang's mansion.

It was already nightfall.

"You're Shuosai's little cub?"

Yang Feng sat on the main hall, nibbling on the roast suckling pig while asking the middle-aged man standing beside him.

"Back to the fairy words, the little Mianjiao, the great-ancestor is the sixteenth elder brother Yunlu of the Holy Ancestor Kangxi Emperor, and he is the heir after Shuosai, so the Holy Ancestor let the little great-ancestor take the title of Prince Zhuang."

The latter groveled.

Mianjiao doesn't care about anything else now, this demon killed dozens of carefully selected house slaves under him in the blink of an eye, several of them are still martial arts masters, if he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed and begged for mercy, at this time, I am afraid that he would have been smashed into a meat patty, hurry up and serve him, and coax this demon to leave.

"Ah, you're the seed of Kang Mazi!"

Yang Feng said.

Mianjiao continued to accompany the smiling face.

At this moment a house slave walked in, where he hesitated and hesitated.

Yang Feng's eyes widened.

"Dog minion, I didn't see the gods eating, what hurry up!"

Mianjiao immediately shouted.

"Back to the master, the people who led the yamen of the infantry army outside asked to see and ask, and asked ......"

The slave looked at Yang Feng tremblingly and said.

"Go back and tell them, don't you see the fire fighting in the house? As for the immortals, they have already left, they have gone north, and they are also very busy, so hurry up and do what they should do! ”

Mian said in class.

"Immortal, do you think this is okay?"

Immediately afterwards, he asked Yang Feng grovelly.

"You're a good minion!"

Yang Feng patted the dog's head with his oily hand and said.

After saying that, he stood up, Mianjiao hurriedly handed over the hand towel, Yang Feng wiped the hand oil, and it felt very good to move his arms, his body was obviously not good, if he supplemented his nutrition well, his combat effectiveness could be improved, and he didn't like this appearance, at least it was too far from the handsome standard, of course, this was all to be solved in the future, he swaggered out after eating and drinking, and walked in front of the slaves of Prince Zhuang's mansion who were fighting the fire, and in the latter's trembling eyes, he carried a pillar burning at the top, Humming a song, he walked north.

Seeing him go away, Mianjiao wiped a cold sweat and glanced at the house slave

The slave nodded knowingly and hurried away.

However, they didn't know that after leaving Prince Zhuang's mansion, Yang Feng immediately threw the pillar and quickly ran to the root of the imperial city under the cover of night, Prince Zhuang's mansion and the northwest corner of the imperial city are separated by one street, and this is not the focus of the Qing army's defense. The Qing army didn't think that he would enter the imperial city from here, this can be said to be the farthest place from the imperial city, he would definitely not be able to fly over the wide water surface of the three seas, the circumference of the imperial city was eighteen miles, how could they fill every place with soldiers.

However, they didn't know that there was Yang Feng's favorite thing here.

"It's a good thing the mites didn't change places!"

Taking advantage of the Qing army's negligence to take precautions, Yang Feng, who quickly climbed over the wall, directly touched a warehouse in the imperial city, and stood in front of one of the doors and said with satisfaction.

There were three big letters on the door.

GJB.

This is the Xishiku, the main warehouse in the imperial city, stockpiling countless materials from armor and weapons to money, cloth and even paint and leather, and this vast warehouse is stored in the ......

Gunpowder.

"Hongli, what should I say about you, hundreds of thousands of catties of gunpowder are piled up in your imperial city, aren't you afraid that someone will light it for you one day?"

The guy chattered as he pushed open the locked door and walked in, behind him were the slain guards, and in front of him were piles of gunpowder in barrels, and he picked up a barrel and smashed the walls of the barrel with one punch, so that the gunpowder inside spilled out, and sprinkled it indiscriminately under the gunpowder pile, and then smashed more than two dozen barrels one after another, so that the gunpowder was poured on the ground and mixed with the gunpowder pile thoroughly. Only then did he contentedly pick up a bucket and sprinkle it while withdrawing it, fifty catties of gunpowder have been spilled for more than ten meters, but it is obvious that this is not safe, this thing has a large explosion range, he doesn't want to explode before he runs to a safe enough distance, so he went in and reported a bucket, and finally spilled a total of thirty meters, and then took out a fire fold that he took in Prince Zhuang's mansion, blew it without the slightest hesitation, and then threw it into the gunpowder at his feet.

The powder suddenly burst into flames and moved forward quickly.

Yang Feng did not hesitate to pull his legs and run.

It could be said that he ran eastward as fast as he could, and behind him the flame of gunpowder scurried forward in the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Feng, who jumped to the north sea, saw a light all around, he didn't even bother to look at it, and threw himself directly into the water, and the next moment he saw that the top of his head seemed to be encountering a storm, and the calm water surface surged to the right in the bright light, and the trees on the shore were faintly reflected by the fiery red light, and even those trees fell to this side as if they were encountering a storm. Then a loud and dull explosion hit his eardrums in the water, and a wall of smoke and dust from the woods on the shore instantly flooded all the trees, and the next moment the gravel fell densely in the water of the North Sea like a torrential rain, and even a stone hit the top of his head, but after the buffer of the lake, it did not cause him any harm.

At this time, Yang Feng was extremely glad that he did not stay outside to enjoy this spectacular scene.

(The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is not allowed to write, only the previous one, so I can't write Chen Yucheng has to change to Lin Shuangwen, in fact, I also thought about wearing Wang Cong'er)