Following Jon's guidance, Brody looked up, and through the gap in the treetops directly above, he saw many black dots flying in the clear blue sky, densely packed.

What exactly is that?

Brody began hunting with his father at the age of eleven, shooting countless birds. He could be sure that the black dots flying from the north were not birds, because the speed was too slow, and the weirdest thing was that these black dots were difficult to describe as "flying". To be precise, it should be "Gone with the Wind".

Jon is Brody's neighbor and a man of many words. He kept babbling: "What the hell is that?" ”

The distance was too far for even Brody, who had excellent eyesight, to judge. If it were on the ground, he would think it was some people, or a rider. But the problem is that these black dots fly in the sky.

"Maybe it's a mallard, or maybe a swan." He frowned and muttered casually: "Anyway, it won't be a bird of prey like an eagle, it's too slow." ”

"I think it might be a mallard." Jon joked in all seriousness: "Maybe they're laying eggs, flying and falling, so they're slow." ”

"I see your brain is full of duck eggs and their." Brody was familiar with Jon's joke, and he moved the muscles on his face and re-pulled his hunting bow, "Let's go, it doesn't matter if it's a duck or a swan, it's too far for us." I just want to get a deer right now, and it's a big one. Besides, damn aristocratic lords, you'd better not bother me with my fortune. ”

Jon smiled knowingly, revealing a mouthful of rotten yellowed teeth.

To some extent, there is no difference between "Orion" and "thug" and "murderer" in terms of specific connotation.

Over the years, he and Brody have killed more than a dozen members of the Forest Patrol. When they encounter a patrol of more than three people, they immediately hide, and the two or lone ones see the opportunity to intercept and kill. In the mountains, especially in this lush forest area, the relationship between the surrounding villagers and the aristocracy was incompatible. Of course, there were some nobles who were more lenient and let some of the forest open to the commoners, but Brody and Jon were unlucky enough to meet a cold and miserly lord.

Walking deeper into the forest, Brody looked up from time to time to carefully observe the black dots that "floated" from far and near.

Not interested, just talking, he still has a strong curiosity about the unknown.

In a woodless clearing, Brody paused and looked up at the sky.

Jon also stopped.

At this moment, those black dots floating from the north became the biggest source of doubt in their minds, and their importance even overwhelmed their prey.

“…… That, that's not a bird. Soon, Jon let out a puzzled voice.

"I see it." Brody replied casually, narrowing his eyes.

That's not a mallard duck indeed? Nor a swan? It's a strange-looking, never-before-seen ball.

Round? Like stretching and kneading dough? Directly underneath hangs a small black basket. There are a lot of them, Brody counted them? There are more than thirty.

As he got closer, Brody discovered that the balls were not as small as he had originally thought. Are they bulky? Especially when you're about to fly overhead? Brody was surprised to find that even the familiar swans were just small black spots compared to these "flying balls".

The balls began to disperse and drift in different directions.

Brody heard Jon scream in horror, "Look? It's a giant...... Oh, my God? They are the giants of the north! ”

Visual inspection can easily lead to errors, but after comparing the trees and leaves as a reference, Jon quickly discovers the true source of the flying balls.

"Let's go, you can't stay here, you have to go back immediately." Too late to think about it? Brody grabbed Jon's arm and dragged him to and fro.

It was the first time he had encountered such a flying ball. Looking at the giants sitting in the hanging basket under the orb? For the first time in his life, Brody developed an ultra-close and profound understanding of the word "war".

They can fly and land, and they can go up and down if they can go up to the sky.

Should they be targeting our village? That's the closest settlement.

Brody's idea can't be said to be wrong, but he soon realizes that he is wrong.

"Look? They laid eggs...... Am I right? They do lay eggs like birds. "Jon likes to play tricks? He is usually a man who eats by mouth in the village. In the bar, many women like to talk and laugh with him, especially some colored jokes, which are still very good to pass the time...... But now, Brody couldn't stand the mouthy Jon.

"Shut up!" The enraged hunter roared, "Say one more and I'll screw your head off." ”

"But they're laying eggs!" Unconvinced, Jon raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "They're throwing things down there, don't believe you...... Ah, right above us. ”

Brody instinctively looked up at the sky, just in time to see a large flying ball float overhead, dropping several dark jars not far ahead.

Suddenly a large fire broke out in the woods.

Brody could see clearly that it was a jar that had hit a rock on the ground, shattering and splattering countless flames. He didn't know it was the natural effect of fuel mixed with white phosphorus seals and exposed to air. The area of the spilled flames was so large that it instantly encompassed dozens of square meters of forest, and there were more fire points that splashed into the distance, sticking to the surface of branches and leaves, igniting more parts.

More than thirty flying balls, each of which can drop at least a hundred of these canisters...... Brody's scalp tingled just thinking about it, he felt his blood burning, and he simply left Jon behind and ran out of the forest alone.

"Damn, wait for me, don't be so fast, you're waiting for me!"

"Don't leave me here."

"Brody, please wait for me...... I...... I've slept with your wife, aren't you going to beat me up? ”

Jon still had a good brain, he knew it was useless to plead, he wanted to provoke Brody, but it was completely ineffective at this time.

Brody, who was running wildly, felt that the danger was getting closer and closer, the temperature around him was rising, and the fires from different directions were getting brighter and brighter, even surpassing the sun. The animals in the forest also sensed the danger and ran out of their hiding places. Brody had never seen a hare and a bobcat running side by side, and he had seen dozens of snakes popping out of nowhere, and it was a king snake mixed with a pit viper, knowing that they were usually mortal enemies, and the latter was food for the former.

The deer herd, which he had been obsessed with, also appeared, and behind these runners was the burning woods, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and it was the dry season, and although the plants locked in a large amount of water contained in the soil layer through their roots, it was impossible to release this water into the air for extinguishing the fire.

There was no way ahead———— a raging fire, a wall of fire tens of meters high blocked everything. The dense forest is burning, and the shrubs and mosses on the ground are also releasing energy in the flames to bake the ground. Brody felt as if he was in the middle of a toasting stove, sweating so hot that he was forced to take off his shirt and beat the flames in the nearby tree desperately, trying to find a way out as best he could.

The round balls were still flying overhead. Brody raised his hand to wipe a handful of burnt hair, stared at his reddened eyes, and roared viciously at the giants who couldn't even hear him curse. He even opened his bow and shot arrows into the sky, but he had just shot two arrows, because the temperature was too high, and the softened bowstring was torn off on the spot.

Hunting in the forest is a secret act, and guns must not be used, which will attract the attention of the patrols.

“…… Help, who's going to save me! For the first time in his life, Brody raised his throat and wailed. He had never looked forward to the patrol as he had ever been. Even if they find out that they are poaching, the noble lord will cut off his hands and feet.

There is no way out in any direction, and all the trees are burning.

The sky and ground were red, and Brody could only throw the combustibles around him with all his might, clear a clearing, dig through the soil with the tools at hand like crazy, and lie down in the middle of the damp dirt.

This was the method he learned from the old man, but it only lasted about half an hour. In the words of the old man, the premise of this must be that there is someone outside to save him. If there is no foreign help, the waiting end is still dead...... Either they were roasted to death by too high temperatures, or they couldn't breathe and suffocated to death.

Technology is now far inferior to that of civilized times, and white people's research on the composition of air is only at the stage of "breathing". They don't know oxygen, and they don't know the conditions needed for combustion.

More animals escaped from the depths of the woods.

Brody saw swarms of forest frogs bouncing around. It's hard to see them, but they're delicious, and most of them are found near rivers and streams. Brody remembered that the nearest river was at least three miles away, and he didn't expect so many frogs to jump all the way.

A flock of pheasants escaped from the forest, their beautiful long plumage turned into a burden, and once ignited by the fire, they could never get rid of it. Brody saw several pheasants covered in fire, roasted alive in a scream.

A brown bear also escaped, burned off and slapping its left ear with its paws, which had been ignited by the fire. The sharp claws almost scratched the top of its head, but it still couldn't contain the fire, and the flames ran down its thick fur and down its back, and the beast ran wildly, wailing and rolling on the ground all the way.

Among these crazy animals is a human being.

It's Jon.

His hair had been of every kind, and his left eye had fallen out of its socket, which had been heated in the heat and hung in a terrible sticky white at the corners of his eyes. He was burned badly, his clothes were burned all over his body, and most of the skin on the surface of his body had fallen off, especially his back, more than eighty percent of the area had been turned into char. He kept screaming, shuffling and struggling to move forward, and the vision of his remaining right eye was greatly reduced, and even Brody was not visible at hand, relying solely on his extremely limited sense of light and his sense of touch to the heat.

Brody lay in the shallow dirt pit, silently watching Jon be knocked over by a raging leopard and tumble deep into the burning woods, screaming hoarsely, struggling a few times, and soon losing his breath.

Brody was thirsty, so he reached for the kettle under him, unplugged it, and found that the water inside was hot.

How much longer can I hold out?

No one is coming...... Really, neither the villagers nor the patrols of the noble lords will come.

He was utterly hopeless.

……

Standing on the hot air balloon numbered "One", Libin picked up the last canned incendiary bomb and smashed it towards the densely forested earth at his feet, with indescribable excitement.

This is a secret flying team that His Majesty began to experiment with as early as a year ago.

The northern barbarians have animal skins, especially deer skins with excellent toughness and thickness, which are tanned by special techniques, overlapped and stitched together, and then form a double-layer airtight sphere, and then knotted into a network with tough and waterproof oil-soaked rattan ropes, and the hot air balloon that meets the requirements is formed.

After several experiments on Jeju Island, a peat-fueled heating scheme was finalized. Adding wooden propellers and rudders to the outside of the basket has doubled the safety of the load capacity, although the load capacity is a little less.

In fact, Tianhao would like to develop a wooden light aircraft in one step, but the transition from a steam engine to an internal combustion engine will take time. The fact that savages can experimentally understand the boiling water vapor and open the lid of a metal kettle and be horrified by the miraculous forces of nature does not mean that they also understand the effects of reciprocating motion.

Tianhao hates the so-called gods. He doesn't want technological developments to end up being "miracles." Let the barbarians see the hot air balloon rise first, and then let them understand that this is normal behavior, and then the internal combustion engine and the wooden plane...... Only by being well-informed will it be fundamentally weakened, and then the influence of the gods on people's hearts will be eliminated.

There are just too many white people.

Although Tianhao has the power of science and technology beyond the times, and the established Dragon Empire can also raise millions of troops to go south, it is really difficult to kill hundreds of millions of people through war. You must know that even the Second World War, the worst in history, caused only about 70 million deaths and more than 130 million injuries.

In all fairness, Tianhao would love to give the order for a massacre in London.

But he didn't dare, and he couldn't do that.

Killing kills addiction. As many as a million dragon warriors once they go berserk with murder, how will the next battle be fought? Soldiers can understand the act of fighting the enemy on the battlefield, but if they point their guns at women and children, even if they are of different races, many people will feel guilty.

Environmental warfare, this is the result of Tianhao's careful consideration.

The southern forests became the largest strategic targets.

Elizabeth and others sent back a large amount of information, including geographical, climatic, and hydrological information on various regions of the southern continent.

These months of the year are the dry season in the Rhine and Gorse forests.