Truth be told, this branch platform under the hollow of the hive tree is not a particularly suitable combustion chamber.

It's too cramped, and it's empty.

If the place is too narrow, it will not be able to stack too much fuel and smoke, and it will not be able to maintain long-term combustion; If the surrounding area is empty, it is impossible to control the direction of smoke, and it is difficult to use smoke efficiently.

In the previous battle with the parasitic ants, the Divine Envoy King Legion dug a combustion chamber in the ground and used the hollow stalks of the knotweed as pipes, thus channeling almost all the smoke into the parasitic ants' nest, which had a miraculous effect.

But this set obviously can't be painted according to the gourd when dealing with the beehive, and the height of six meters determines that the Divine Envoy King's legion does not have a sufficient number of knots and superb craftsmanship to make a practical ventilation pipe from the ground to the honeycomb.

The protagonist can only ask the ants to change the operation.

They try to choose the most efficient fuels, such as the thin branches used to start the fire, and the charcoal that is simmered from these thin branches, which are transported to the branch platform, and then carefully built a pyre little by little. As much as possible, increase the duration of fire when the pyre is limited.

Ants are like crows building nests, placing branches or charcoal strips criss-crossed together, which can not only superimpose the height of the fire without collapsing, but also ensure that there is a criss-cross space in the middle of the firewood for air circulation to improve combustion efficiency.

The smoke is made up of fresh grass harvested that day, which is also woven into the pyre and covered with a layer on the surface.

According to the ancient Chinese military habit of making smoke, they also like to add wolf dung and chili peppers to it. What is added to wolf dung is wolf smoke, and the smoke is solemn and used to warn from a distance. And adding chili peppers and the like is purely to make the smoke more spicy and choking. But the protagonist doesn't have that condition, so let's add some ant dung and mealworm dung to try the effect.

How to start the smoke is also a troublesome matter, and the surrounding open terrain determines that most of the smoke does not rush to the closed beehive tree hole, but will drift away with the wind.

The ants responded by using ant glue to build several knotted grass pipes between the pyre and the hollow of the hive tree. The entrance of the knotweed gas pipeline is above the pyre, and when the flame burns, it will inevitably be burned together, and it is up to fate how much smoke can be introduced before it completely fails.

It took about two hours for the pyre to be erected, and the hive was silent. Perhaps the bees have also noticed something unusual, such as when the arthrodite trachea is pushed into the hole in the hive tree, apparently the inside of the hive has been noisy for a while.

However, after confirming that the tubing was a dead object, the hive did not take any action, perhaps they thought it was debris blown in by the wind, and it was not too late to remove it tomorrow when it was dawn.

But then it will obviously be too late, and the catastrophe is about to visit the nest of this colony.

The Big-headed Ant Warriors led by the Praying Tiger waited in the lee of the trunk of the tree beneath the fire, and the Scythe Hunters were too dependent on their eyesight to participate in the night battle, but their valuable experience with the bees was shared throughout the Legion.

The protagonist also sits in the Legion on the Tempest, which, like the bees, does not like to be nocturnal and can only see a little in close range.

However, "Xiaoqing II" is also inconvenient to move at night, and the protagonist can only choose "Tampest" as a mount.

As the protagonist conveys the "ignition" command to the heralds around him, the six soldier ants soon carry a small nut shell with the fire hidden in it to the fire.

This nut shell resembles the shell of a pistachio, but it is not the same species. There is a small hole in the nut shell, through which you can see the smoldering charcoal inside.

The ants hold the tinder in the pyre, and the sparks fall by gravity.

The ant in charge of lighting the fire turned around and ran, and the night breeze was like the best kindler, and a gust of air blew by, and the small sparks attached to the firewood, and suddenly brightened a little.

The branches collected by the ants were already slender and dry, and they were the best kindling for fire, and they soon ignited, slowly setting the whole pyre on fire.

The fresh, juicy blades of grass began to curl under the high temperature, and the black was so thick that it seemed to herald the black smoke brought by death.

Most of the black smoke rises crookedly into the air under the influence of the wind, and then dissipates, leaving the protagonist distressed - what a waste.

But there must have been some smoke channelled into the hive, and the protagonist can see a wisp of black smoke coming out of the hole in the hive tree in the moonlight, which is very light and thin, but shows that the tubing is working.

The protagonist and the Legion of Mantis are located not far from the hive tree hole, and soon, they feel the trunk of the tree beneath their feet begin to vibrate - this is something wrong with the bees.

The smoke was already in the hive, and the concentration was not high, just enough to wake the bees up without fainting them.

The protagonist notices that bees begin to climb out of the tree hole in an attempt to take off.

But this action killed them, and the smoke in the hive was not thick, but at this moment there was a sea of smoke outside the tree hole, and the bees that crawled out could not walk a few steps or fly a few meters before falling headlong in the scorching smoke.

Most of the bees fell under the tree, and one bee hit his head in the fire, struggling in agony, almost breaking the pyre.

However, it can only survive in the fire for seconds, the pyre does not fall apart, and the bees have died.

More and more bees began to fly out of the hive and then crackle and fall like rain. The lucky few were not stunned by the heat and smoke, but they only dared to fly around the poplar trees, and did not dare to approach their nests.

They couldn't imagine why their home had become a sea of fire.

Attracted by the glare of fire and black smoke, the surviving bees did not notice the ants not far away.

The fire burned, from the slow burning at the beginning, to the roaring fire, and then back to simmering little by little.

The black smoke also went from thin at the beginning, to thick, and then back to thin.

The arthrodite gas duct has been burned off a large part, and the residual part has a weaker smoke induction ability, but it doesn't matter anymore.

There were no bees in the hive for a while, and the bees that remained in the hollow of the tree were obviously unlucky.

There are still hundreds of bees hovering in the sky outside the hive, and they are probably the last survivors of this huge hive.

There may be survivors among the thousands of bees that have fallen under the trees, but they are clearly not in time for tonight's battle.

The protagonist saw that the time was almost up, and with an order, the ant army set out one after another and rushed straight to the hole in the hive tree!