"Burn the forest, it's a ...... sin"

Pang Tong thought in his heart, but there was no way, the fire couldn't be controlled at all. In his concept, wildfires were difficult to extinguish even in his developed era, and they were destined to be a catastrophe.

All the people standing on the stone wall and the wooden ladder were all stunned. They had never seen such a fire in their lives, and even the enemy was scattered.

The hot summer and the raging flames became the most dazzling scenery of this war. Everyone didn't say a word, many people were frightened, the flames were rushing around, everything was burning, and some people took a step back in fear.

The heat of the flame roared, and suddenly the beast roared. Pang Tong gritted his teeth, knowing that this was a big deal. Just when they didn't know what to do, a stag appeared from the forest with a burning body and ran in their direction. The flames on its body wouldn't let him go, and an unpleasant smell of smoke rose from its already charred back. It ran frantically, and in everyone's sight, crashed headfirst into the pile of corpses filled with flames. It was motionless, its body stiff.

Badar's greasy, dusty face reflected the firelight. He frowned, turning his head to look for the initiator. He looked up at the man and smiled bitterly, "Ghost idea! ”

Pang Tong sighed embarrassedly, he had nothing to say. There were no enemies, they were surrounded by flames. The low wall, which was so hot, that no one could stand, and everyone retreated to the inner perimeter or the stairs. The surrounding mountain walls near the forest were black and hot, and seemed to be burning red.

Everyone took off their cuirasses and put on their upper bodies. Pang Tong showed his snow-white reddened skin, sweat like rain. The mountain people had nothing to do, they sat on the steps. Some people went back to carry water. Pang Tong walked to the highest point and looked down. The white demon spawns on the forest of fire, and it covers the sky more greedily than the flames, forming gray clouds.

For the first time, he saw a mountain fire up close, and the sea of fire spread rapidly and endlessly.

The walls of the mountains that surrounded and defended the Vasai were scorched by flames, the temperature rose sharply, the atmosphere seemed to have condensed huge hot air, and the oxygen at the bottom of the valley was obviously thin.

The mountain people hiding in the valley looked up at the hot sky shrouded in twilight. From the sky, they looked like helpless, bustling worms about to suffocate in this little pit.

In the evening, the gray curtain in the sky is like a heavy smoky makeup. At night, even the stars and the moon are no longer visible. A huge cloud of smoke gathered over Mount Watta obscured everything. In the Wasai square, some elderly people fell to their knees reverently, praying to the mountain god that this great catastrophe would end soon. On the other hand, the younger generation believes that this mountain fire is the flame of the mountain god's anger against the invaders and betrayers, and it is the **** to save the pious.

But whatever it is, it saves the people of the valley from killing and is in peace for a while. The first place to catch fire in the surrounding area is the first to extinguish. That was three days later. In the world of coke, towering black, broken, branches that burn like wheat stalks and are about to break, or black objects that collapse in pieces when the wind blows. There was only death here, and the black poisonous substances were all over the feet of everyone, and they stepped on one footprint after another under the leadership of Pang Tong.

Badar did not want to enter the land of death, and he refused. But he couldn't refuse Pang Tong's risky pathfinder. So he gave Pang Tong fifty men.

Pang Tong could see the charred, blurred corpses. It was supposed to be a busy time, but there was no sound of birds chirping or animals running away. The deathly silence here comes from the breath of death. There were no living creatures, which made the Vasai warriors tremble. This wildfire was so terrible that a few people followed behind Pang Tong, but secretly cursed his atrocities.

Pang Tong has long regarded this disaster as one of his debts, and how many lives will be ruined. A little further west, the surrounding area should be a dense forest of fir trees that cover the sky and the sun, but now it is an empty scorched forest. They saw a small stream, the water of which was full of gray-black substance, polluted and undrinkable.

After a little more downhill walking, I looked down at a large area of scorched ground below, the rushing gray mist moving with the wind. Pang Tong didn't go any further, and took everyone back. There is no point in continuing to look at the broken picture. He judged that the fire would continue for more than a month, and it was a vicious fire that burned the entire mountain range.

The valley of the Wasai is truly a treasure trove of wells that feed the cold, clear groundwater of the mountain. But Pang Tong had a decision, he felt he had to do it, and then the clear, cold, reassuring water would be abandoned.

He first came to the gloomy chamber of Shandore, where the patriarch was still lying and unable to get up. Xiangyi sat on one side, and when he saw Pang Tong, he immediately treated it as if he hadn't seen it, or it was even stranger than his attitude towards strangers. This is a strong manifestation that stimulates Pang Tong.

Pang Tong sat on Shanduolei's side, and the patriarch turned his face sideways and asked with a heavy heart, "How is it?" ”

Pang Tong smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, I didn't handle the war properly, I made things bigger." ”

"Oh, it's a wildfire." Shanduolei's expression was very calm, and he said: "Don't take it to heart, this is the **** of retreating from the enemy." It is worthy of being the Pang Tong who ruled Sizhou and swallowed up the annexation of the state and Yongzhou, and the stroke is really big. ”

Pang Tong thought that no matter what mood he was in, he should get to the point, and he said casually: "I don't think this is a place to stay for a long time." ”

"They don't want to go."

"I know."

"Can you convince them?"

Pang Tong was stunned, looking at the man who moved his gaze to the side to his daughter, his face was as heavy as lead, but he tried to make the people around him feel at ease. This helpless man lying here, except for those who delegate power to those who are reassured, he cannot put on the glamorous coat of the patriarch to resist the mountain fires or give hope to the mountain people.

Pang Tong seemed to be speaking with all his might, and he said loudly: "No problem, I will definitely convince them!" ”

Food rationing took place in the square, and the houses were stacked into hills. The cherries that are cooked are a favorite among the children, and the adults are more inclined to get the meat. However, everyone was very humble and even took a little less from the soldiers who distributed the supplies. Men and women, young and old, know that there is not enough food.

At this moment, Pang Tong took an empty wooden box and pushed away the crowd. It seems that the food has nothing to do with him, and he didn't go in to ask for something to eat. There was a clearer purpose in his gaze, so he stepped out into the crowd, put the wooden box down, and he stood up. He stood on tiptoe and tested the thickness of the box so that he wouldn't fall off when he got emotional.

He cleared his throat and saw that everyone hadn't noticed him. He shouted, "Hey! Come here, everyone! ”

People began to look up to see the outsider. In order to attract more attention, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Put your ears up, I have something important to say!" ”

This time, those who had received their food or were still in line looked up. Even the people who distributed the food stopped what they were doing. The soldier, who was about to hand out the bloody horse meat, put the piece back in the box, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he heard the man in the box shouting incessantly. No one will turn a deaf ear anymore.

Everyone surrounded him, and all stood still waiting for his speech, as if some were expecting good news.

Pang Tong was focused by countless eyes, which made him feel excited. It was quiet as people stopped moving. "I took a group of warriors and looked around, and unfortunately, I saw the scene of the disaster," he said. All the trees were burned. The flames are still spreading, and the rice, fruits, and wild beasts that have been supporting everyone's life are all on the verge of destruction. Listening to his words, the child leaned on the adult's lap in fear, and tugged at the hem of his pants tightly. And the adults had already cracked their mouths in horror. Although they had heard about what was going on outside, most of them had not witnessed it with their own eyes.

Pang Tong continued: "This fire is the will of the mountain god, who dispersed the enemy and saved us from disaster. But this is temporary, the enemy will return, they have ample armaments, and we are about to run out of food. We must seize this great opportunity given by the mountain god to go north, towards the plain, across Wuxing County, and reach the territory of Pang Tong's army. There, the big man was ready to settle everyone, and he welcomed everyone to come and take refuge. This is something that has been confirmed, and those who do not believe can go and ask the Patriarch of Shandore. Of course, the patriarch will not receive everyone, he is tired now. I'm here to tell you on his behalf. ”

Women and children seem to be the kind of people who don't want to speak, they are only frightened or silent, or their faces are filled with helplessness and sadness. The men all frowned, some clenched their fists, and the green tendons on their foreheads were exposed, as if they were about to move towards an unreachable target, and a sense of powerlessness overflowed their hearts.

Some of the older people spoke: "Won't leave here." ”

"Even if it were Shandore's decision, we wouldn't follow it."

"Yes, the village and the mountains belong to everyone, not to one person. Only here will the mountain gods shelter us! ”

Pang Tong had long expected this outcome, and these older people were too difficult to deal with. Their emaciated bodies were bent, but they raised their fists to the sky, their bodies as straight as they could, and their exposed arms were as shriveled as tree trunks. It seems that a group of vulnerable groups, but under their instigation, they have brought up the emotions of all people.