On Your Mark

"Marshal, the thickness of the ice that has melted is more severe than expected... also, Yutang is pouring even more kerosene onto the slope."

"How much are they pouring this time?"

"I can't tell, but it doesn't look like they are going to run out of kerosene anytime soon!"

"Flaming arrows!!" Han Sanhe ordered the bowmen to unleash their fiery missiles.

A few days later, the news had not changed its tone.

"Marshal, Yutang is still pouring kerosene. Are we…"

"Can we see how much they are throwing at us this time?"

"I'm sorry, we can't really tell. At the very least, there's no sign of it being any lesser than before!"

"Flaming arrows!" Han Sanhe's eyebrows were locked in a deep frown.

"Qiu Jianhan, you f*cker, how much kerosene did you collect? Why doesn't it seem to have an end? You've been pouring kerosene down the slope four separate times now!"