The cold snap gusted, and the bitter cold wind whistled through the sky, and even the dense forest could not prevent the cold wind from blowing through the sky.

In the Norweed people's catboy tent, there is a bonfire lit inside, huddled together to keep warm, this kind of weather is unbearable even for the physically strong, naturally hardy Norwedders, and must be kept warm.

"Haha, it's good now, we won't go out in the forest, and those Lordes won't dare to come in! What shit jihadist army, I think it's just a bunch of garbage, when we stay here for a few years, I don't believe they haven't retreated! ”

A Norwidian lit a fire in his tent and joined his companions in taunting the jihadists for not being allowed to enter.

"Yes, I don't think they dare to enter the forest, as long as they dare to come in, we can kill them immediately!"

At this time, the Norweed people were still very optimistic, and did not feel the pressure brought to them by the Jihadist Army, in their opinion, this forest was their protector, relying on the forest to compete with hundreds of thousands of Jihadist troops.

They were very proud, but they did not realize that this forest, which they regarded as a protector, was about to become their burial place, the best tomb.

The Norweed people still slept soundly in their tents, but the light of the fire quietly spread in the forest, the sound of crackling trees falling was endless, and the small animals living in the forest desperately fled to avoid the fire.

They don't understand why there is fire in this ice and snow, and they will never understand how cruel human warfare is.

More than two hours passed, and William had been at his station, on the heights of the Kecherin Valley, looking down at the burning below.

Condescendingly, William could see very clearly, the fire spread sharply, turning each ignition into a sea of fire, and the sky-high flames seemed to burn a big hole in the sky, which looked very hot.

The sentinels arranged by the Norweeds were already drowsy because they trusted the forest too much, and several people curled up together and fell asleep, anyway, in their opinion, the Holy War would never dare to enter the forest.

In this way, the fire kept spreading, but the Norweed people were still immersed in their own dreams, and did not notice it.

A Norweed man came out of the tent half-asleep, muttering, sleepy-eyed, walked outside the tent, unbuttoned his trousers, and then fell to the ground in a burst of water.

As he peed, his head lifted up weakly, and in a daze, he opened one eye and seemed to see a burst of fire.

He was a little refreshed, and opened his wistful eyes and took a closer look at the firelight.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the fire was actually burning in the forest.

Looking in other directions in a panic, he saw that the entire camp of the Norwidian was filled with sky-high fire, and the purgatory-like heat had even extended to the camp.

The whole forest was like a big torch, and the Holy War Army was also notified by William, and the nobles came to the place where William was stationed, and on the valley, they looked condescendingly at the roaring fire below.

It was the first time they had seen such a spectacular scene, and the entire forest was in a sea of fire, and it was still spreading at a rapid speed.

The trees clattered and fell, and the loud noise woke up many of the Norwedes who were asleep.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!! ”

The Norweed man who had risen at night let out a terrible cry, and then quickly rushed into the tent to wake up all his comrades.

In just a few minutes, the entire Novuidian camp went from silence to bustle, and everyone knew that facing a fire in the forest was a terrible thing.

They quickly put on their clothes and got everything ready.

In the center of the camp, the commander of this Norweed team also hurriedly put on his clothes under the service of the attendants, and walked out of the tent in embarrassment to check the situation around him.

"Salim! Salim, where are you damn old dog? Get out of here! ”

"My lord, Lord Vidason, I am here, do you have any orders for me to do?"

The Norweed man named Salim came to Vidson's side in disheveled clothes and said flatteringly.

"Quick! Give me the manpower to find a place where there is no flame! It must have been the damn Lordes who set the forest on fire! Find out where there are no flames! ”

The Norweed commander, Vidson, reacted quickly, immediately making an accurate judgment and then looking for a way out.

In this way, thousands of Norvids were sent out in search of a pure land without flames.

And after Salem left, Viddarson said loudly to the people below: "All the officers restrain the soldiers!" Let them not mess around! Organized restraint good soldiers! Stay where you are and don't move! Kill the runners everywhere! ”

As soon as the order was given, the Norwids, who had been somewhat chaotic, immediately returned to order, and they stayed where they were, restrained by their respective leaders and leaders, temporarily overcoming their fear of fire.

"Damn it! The despicable Loaldians will play this kind of intrigues! ”

Vidson scolded in his mouth, but his heart was full of worry, he knew that the Holy War Army made such a move to lure them out, of course, it was best to be able to annihilate them all.

As the minutes passed, the people of Novid were delighted to find that the speed of the flame had slowed down, and the winter climate had finally played a role, slowing down the spread of the flame.

From above, there are even some places that have been doused by the bitter cold wind and melted snow due to poor burning.

William also saw this situation clearly, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, even if he couldn't annihilate the enemy, it was enough to be able to drive them out.

The flames finally reached the outside of the Norwedian camp, and the outermost Norwedians hurriedly fled inside, the flames spreading faster and faster, and the density of the Norwedians became more and more compact.

Viddarson looked at the almost crowded situation in front of him and couldn't help but scold to relieve the pressure: "Damn Salim! Did he go eat? Why haven't you come back yet! I'll have to screw his head off when he comes back! ”

And just as he was scolding, Salim finally returned to the camp in a smoky and embarrassed manner.

"How? Did you find an exit? ”

Viddarson was very nervous, he was afraid that the enemy would seal off all the places and annihilate them all in the way.

"Lord Vidason, there is an area of very little flame to the east of us, where can we pass through!"

What Salim was talking about was the passage that William had left for them, and of course he wanted to bet everything on the enemy to wipe out the enemy.

But after all, there are restrictions and environments here, and it is impossible to burn unscrupulously like in a dry area.

The snow will definitely melt due to the temperature, which will cause insufficient burning, leaving a passage for the enemy.

And if this is the case, the enemy will definitely flee along the passage, and this result is not as safe as William giving them a chance to survive and control their escape route.