Section 2: Fire Attack (I

No matter how fierce the fight is, it becomes very weak when it reaches more than ten miles away. Although the March tribe has extremely sensitive hearing, they do not have the ears of wild beasts, and it is impossible for them to hear so far. So when the southern camp of one of the guard camps was being cleaned by Thorn Rose and washed in blood by the Vahu slaves, the Marchians in the main camp did not know about it......

Because when the camp was first designed, the designers did not intend for the people in the small camp to use their voices to convey information, and the medium and long-distance communication throughout the West Coast relied on horns, drums, and wolf smoke.

The external communication pipeline of the south camp is concentrated on the watchtower in the center of the camp and on the watchtower at the four corners of the fence. But when Vahu rescued people, the fence had already been breached by the guards who had climbed over the wall to enter, and the elite guards who had touched the gate followed the watchtower that had infiltrated the center of the camp - this time Yada and they made no mistake, and they cleared all the guards inside as soon as they saw it, and the other party didn't even have time to pick up the torches.

At this time, the flexibility and bravery of the tribesmen showed themselves, and at the call of Vahu, almost all the tribesmen who recognized him stepped forward. After a brief confirmation, the officers who accompanied the Wahu were given weapons, divided into groups of five, and a veteran was assigned to lead them in battle...... Strike while the iron is hot, and go into battle immediately

After the task of identifying their own people was completed, Vahu and the others took the slaves who knew the way to break into the houses to save people, and they ran into the southern camp like crazy. When you see your own people locked in the cellar, when you see your children sleeping with animals and dung, when you see your women tied to other people's beds...... Their hatred erupted so violently that it was impossible to control it.

There is only one word after the slave turns over, kill

Ten minutes later, Townsend led the people into the South Camp. But by this time, the Marches who were qualified to use the Vahu as slaves had been thoroughly bloodied - the grim Townsend had no indication of his subordinates' practice of cutting down the grass and leaving no consequences. Because this is a war, this is revenge, and killing all the way is to reason with the red-eyed soldier in vain.

Besides, these purged people are all high-ranking members of the March tribe, and it is strange that they can convince Townsend after the battle, and it is annoying to leave them behind. Only the poor Macked, who were not qualified to keep slaves, were qualified to survive the battle and to be Townsend's people.

"Just tell them it's about to go, don't waste time. Townsend finished inspecting the combat preparations: "Prepare to light the fire on the east side." ”

After receiving Townsend's order, the small units were busy for a while, and after everyone entered the role, the flames immediately rose into the sky. The slaves opened their throats and cried out - the east side of the camp was inhabited by Marchi, and they were not afraid that the people of the main camp would not come to their rescue.

"Fire, fire, fire" The slaves, who were temporarily assigned to play the role of residents, began to shout in panic in various languages, for fear that their voices would be low and others would not be able to hear: "It's on fire—oh my God"

"The warehouse is on fire, the old man's house is on fire," the slaves disguised as guards began to knock on things, shouting in a March accent while busy on the roofs by the fence, of course, these people were just pretending to put out the fire, and the water in the basin was splashed on the clearing: "Hurry up and put out the fire, come and put out the fire - the fire is too big, give tools to the slaves."

"Help—burn people," a group of well-dressed women panicked and ran out the back door, fleeing along the road towards the main camp. They carried their burdens and carried their children in their arms, crying and crying all the way as if the sky had fallen.

Two other guards, with their faces blackened by smoke and large blisters on their bodies, rode past the women and rushed quickly to the side of the main camp, shouting the names of several masters as they ran. All in all, everything was no different from a real fire, and in fact, they did set half the camp on fire.

The flames rising high above this side, as well as the black smoke rising into the sky, were immediately seen by the people of the main camp - the report of the guards quickly reached the ears of the upper echelons, and the three March elders who remained in the main camp dropped the precious tobacco in their hands and the delicate beauty in their arms, and rushed up to the tower of the main camp out of breath.

After just one glance at the fire in Nanying, the three elders felt dizzy.

Although the matter of guarding the nest is very important and can explain the identity of the person in charge, it also depends on the situation. When there was no danger on all sides and there was peace, the elders who were left in the lair during the hunting were actually the kind of people who were not very valued, and if a good southern camp was burned, how would they explain to the chief afterwards?

And looking at the fire that stretched into the sky, there was a high possibility that the southern camp would be burned to a white ground

"What's going on?" the eldest elder was furious, stamping his feet and shouting, "What about the people?"

"Elder, this is a man from the southern camp, who came on horseback. "One of the guards who had arrived at the main camp on horseback was lifted up—it was supposed to be two, but the other seemed to be so badly wounded that he fell off his horse before he could reach the camp gates. The rest wasn't much better, with severe burns covered in ash and dust, making it impossible to see him for what he was.

"What the hell is going on?" the elder grabbed the guards who were burned all over his body and slapped his black face: "Why did it burn? Did anyone fight it?

“...... There are no enemies...... It's Nanying's ...... The steward of the Flame Master, he ...... In the morning, he poured oil on a few slaves and lit them to play...... "The guards were already dying, and then they bothered and said, "The result is ...... They accidentally set fire to the warehouse where the sackcloth was kept...... It also ignited the warehouse next to it that contained fish fat...... Right now...... The fire is almost burning to the Flame Master's house......"

"Playing?he's playing with his life, playing with me + passion's life, what are you still staring at?Quickly bring someone to fight the fire" The other elder almost vomited blood when he heard this, because the status of the Flame Master was too high, and the steward of his family had also become a noble person, and it was not the first time he had burned slaves to play: "If the Fire Master's house is burned, we will all be doomed"

Yes, although the fire was lit by the steward, the consequences of the matter could not be traced to such a true magnate - the March tribe, with a population of more than 10,000 people, had only one fire master, and he represented the powerful and powerful Council of Dawn

Under normal circumstances, even if the southern camp was burned to ashes, the three elders would not be elders at most, but if the fire master's house was burned, the three elders might have to lose their heads.

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