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Lin Jue calmed down and looked at the layout of the village through the narrow window again.

He has been pretending to be stupid these days, but he is not really fooling around.

The regularity of guard shifts, the topography of the stockade, including everyone's movement routes - everything that could be observed was secretly memorized in his mind.

Heifeng Village is built on the mountainside with steep slopes on three sides. The only exit is the winding dirt road at the main entrance.

But there are two checkpoints at the gate of the village, plus a watchtower. If you break through the main gate, you will die.

Fortunately, he knew that there was a drainage channel in the back mountain, which was used to release floods during the rainy season. No one cleaned it during the dry season, and it was filled with dead branches and leaves.

If you can touch there, you have a chance.

"But the straight-line distance from the woodshed to the drainage canal is at least three hundred meters, and the guards are not blind, unless... I can create a chaos first."

Lin Jue silently planned the route, then raised his head and stared at the pine beam above his head for a long time.

That’s it!

At night, Lin Jue got a broken pottery bowl, a flat stone chip picked up from the corner as a lid, a sharpened wooden wedge, and broken pine wood scraped from the beams.

He spread the wood blocks on the bottom of the bowl, covered it with stone chips, sealed the gaps around the edges with mud, and adjusted the position of the candle so that the flame could just lick the bottom of the bowl.

Pine wood contains a lot of oil. When heated in an air-isolated condition, pine oil can be distilled.

This thing burns fiercely, with high temperature, and is not easy to extinguish.

The craftsmanship is not difficult, but the difficult part is how to avoid the guards outside the door.

During the day, he continued to be a fool and went to bed after eating. He didn't get up secretly until late at night and used modern technology to refine it.

After struggling for four nights, I finally collected a shallow layer of light yellow oily liquid, about two tablespoons.

The amount is not much, but it is enough to create a small fire.

Lin Jue didn't want to wait any longer. In the early morning of the fifth day, he got up immediately and lay on the window to watch.

There was deathly silence in the cottage under the night.

After confirming that the guard was asleep, he quietly closed the window, went to a pile of dry firewood at the back of the house and squatted down. He first sprinkled some sawdust, then scraped a thin layer of refined pine oil and spread it evenly on the surface of the firewood pile.

The moment the fire came close to the pine oil, Lin Jue hesitated for a moment.

Thinking of the consequences of a failed "prison break", his heart beat like a drum.

"No matter what, there is no turning back. This is the only chance."

After a moment of silence, he bit the bullet and put the candle up.

The refined pine oil had an extremely low ignition point. The firewood pile was roasting sizzlingly, the fire increased rapidly, and soon thick smoke billowed out.

Lin Jue immediately retreated to the foot of the wall, still choked to tears.

He grabbed the soot and smeared a few handfuls on his face. Then he lay on the ground and shouted for help.

"It's on fire, cough...come on, mom!"

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