3

Wind and wild forest. This is a very strange forest, because there are so many varieties of trees here that it can be considered a large "arboretum (there is a garden, of course, there can be an arboretum)". Masson pine, fir trees, camphor trees, cypresses, maple trees, elm trees, poplars, sandalwood trees, mulberry trees, etc., are mixed and dazzled—there is not a single pure forest here! Why this is so, who knows! Maybe it's because of the strange climate, the uneven distribution of sunlight, moisture, and strange soil.

By the light of the fire, the soldiers who were close to drowsy began to brew sleepiness, began to count the trees and ask each other for their names.

Masson pine, fir, camphor, cypress, maple, elm。。。。。。。。

When everyone counted the maple tree (there was only one pine tree nearby), they all stopped inadvertently, and looked at the burly trunk, with many branches, red leaves, brighter than blood, standing in the darkness and breeze, and the few leaves that flew down, revealing a kind of sad beauty。。。。。。。 And, of course, a murderous aura!

There is not even an ordinary person, why does this tree give people this feeling?

Why do they feel this way, even they don't know, maybe it's because of the blood-colored leaves, maybe it's the effect of the cold night wind on the body, maybe it's just that they watch more martial arts。。。。。。。。。 This kind of murderous aura is human fear, a deadly psychological shadow!

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February.

What a terrible thing it is that this is a very poetic one, but it suddenly reminds people of the solemn intent to kill! Is it because he is accustomed to killing that he thinks of these things on a whim? Why don't they think of poetry?

Only literati would think of this, we are butchers!

There may be another reason for this, and that is the new knife marks on its trunk, which were left by several soldiers when they entered the forest, and some even left an arm-sized branch as a walking stick. If they are in the mood, they will even leave the words "so-and-so visited here" on the trunk of the tree, or carve a heart or the name of a lover, etc. However, tonight they may be robbed. There's another fierce battle tomorrow, and who's going to be so bored to care about all this stuff?

Midnight.

The fire is gradually extinguished, and under the dark moon, a wolf leads the moon to howl, mourn, and desolate, and even if you hear this voice in your dreams, you can't help but curl up.

Only the soldiers on patrol had torches, and they were still like machines, in line after team, with neat steps, loud and loud, and sometimes shouting slogans or something, lest they fall asleep - listening to their eyelids are like hanging stones, and their eyes are drawn to show only one line, and the knowledge can never overcome exhaustion.

What they're doing now is nothing more than the walking dead.

Everything was dark, and the soldiers' doors were closed, and the fire was going to be extinguished。。。。。。。。

It was at this moment that it lit up again, and the flames were all over the sky, and it was an exaggeration to say that it almost burned the faint moon to charcoal red! On both sides of the stream, dozens of fires broke out in the forest at the same time, and dozens of places also rose in the camp, and the fire continued to rise and connect, and spread continuously, and in a short time, it became a sea of fire!

The soldiers woke up from their dreams (but some of them will never wake up), shouted to their fathers and mothers to pee their pants, were awake and chaotic like ants on a hot pot, the soldiers who were on fire jumped into the stream, and the rescued ones also jumped into the stream, and for a time, the number of burned and trampled to death had reached a considerable number.

For a while, the wind forest turned into a fire forest, and the night wind suddenly came fiercely, which further fueled the fire, but not to the point of uncontrollability - Lie Feng jumped out and exerted the power of the wind, and a powerful tornado swept out, the wind would have fueled the fire, but this was only for a short time, and soon, the tornado loved that the water of the stream was swept into the sky, and then like raindrops, the fire was extinguished for most of the time, and then the old trick was repeated, and soon, the fire was extinguished.

Smoke filled the air, choking on a strong smell of burning, and moaning, cursing, and sighing all around him. This is not too bad, the fire was extinguished shortly after it started, and not even many trees were completely burned, but many camps were burned, and there was a list of at least three-digit deaths and most of the burns to be counted.

But when Xue Dao saw the tragic situation in front of him, he became angry in his heart, and recruited some major soldiers to analyze the cause of the fire.

This is clearly not an accident.

"This must have been done by the people of the dashing forest!" said Bandu, pointing to his bald head.

Of course, Xue Dao also knew, but he still couldn't figure out how they sneaked into the Fengye Forest, because before entering the forest, he had already ordered every soldier to cut every tree, and found no signs of it, even if these tree people had a good way of covering their whereabouts, but the knife was like wood, and it wouldn't even hurt at all, right? Even if they sneaked in at night, the patrolling soldiers would also notice it, because when they were patrolling, they would also cut a few knives at the trees they saw, and it was easy to find those without knife marks— Knife marks are even a sign!

Bandu said thoughtfully: "Maybe they were here early in the morning。。。。。。。。。 ”

All the people looked at him in amazement, the shining head, and the question in their eyes: Why didn't they find out when they were chopping wood。。。。。。。。。?

"The tree man who came to set the fire should be a well-trained person, even if he gets a few knives, so what。。。。。。。。。 They don't even blink when they come。。。。。。。。 "But that's not the most important thing—"

"What's the most important thing?" said a soldier.

Bandu looked around and said with a smile: "Look around, do you find something missing?"

"There are a lot of trees missing, probably burned。。。。。。。。 ”

"By no means!" said Bandu, "it's burned, at least the roots are there。。。。。。。。 ”

There was indeed a large open space in the pinch noodles, and before the fire, there were "standing" trees there, but there was no fire there, and the density of trees became sparse! Those were tree people, not trees!

Bandu said: "Especially the unique red maple tree。。。。。。。。。 Who saw him before the fire? And there was a fatal flaw。。。。。。。。。 I should have thought of it a long time ago。。。。。。。。。 It's summer now, where are your maple leaves so red!"

Everyone suddenly realized, shook their heads and sighed.

Lie Yan said: "They must be going away, it's too late to catch up now!" said that he was about to go in the direction of the dashing forest, but was stopped by Bandu.

"They're far away, and there's a lot of time when we're putting out the fire。。。。。 Besides, the forest is dense in the dark, and I don't know how many traps and beasts there are。。。。。。。。 To fight the chic forest, you have to think long-term。。。。。。。 ”

Lie Yan gritted his teeth, a fire was born in his hand, looked at the dancing tongue of fire, and said fiercely: "Tomorrow, I will go and return them a fire!"