Chapter 52: The Flames

When the forest started to catch fire, everyone including the Wikipedians was taken aback. ()

Although the weather is hot now, the trees are far from drying up in autumn and winter, and it takes at least a few hundred soldiers to deliberately light the forest if it is to burn like this.

But from the battlefield, the scene was quite terrifying, and in several places there were flames blazing into the sky. At first, these flames were just some fire points, but after that, these flames began to join together and burst into flames.

It was impossible for the Wiki to continue the formation around the forest, and one or two groups of the Wiki Guard, after discovering the fire, bravely rushed back into the woods, apparently to inform the people in the woods. After thinking for a moment, the hundreds of Wikibians who had already walked out of the woods decisively launched an attack on the Swadian flank army in front of them.

The Wikibians were stunned by the sudden gas fire behind them. It seems that in just over ten minutes, the entire battlefield has undergone a fundamental reversal.

The first was that the force that had been sent to delay the Swadians was crushed by the sudden flames, and before they could gain a foothold as they fled back to the woods, the Swadians quickly advanced. The Wikibians were forced to line up as much as possible against the Swadians in unfavorable terrain.

At this time, something happened that the Wikibians who survived afterwards remembered for a lifetime: dozens of Swadian grenadiers threw out some black projectiles.

At first, the Wikibians thought it was a stone or something, but soon the Wikibians heard a terrible banging sound around them. The demonic flames that had appeared just now reappeared, and these flames seemed to have been enchanted, and once they were contaminated with their bodies, they could not be extinguished even if they rolled in the sand.

The Wikibians panicked and dodged their comrades on fire, and the Swadians didn't seem to expect this either, they just cautiously stood in formation and covered the grenadiers, and if the Wikiasian soldiers tried to get closer, the Swadians advanced a few steps to defeat them, and when the Wikibians retreated, the Swadians returned to their original front.

In a stalemate between the two sides, the throwers began to burn the woods.

Soon, just as my father watched as a child the housekeeper lit the stove with shavings, the edge of the woods was lit up with flames.

You continued to urge the soldiers to throw the bombs.

After discovering that the fire had stabilized, he stopped asking the grenadiers to carefully light the oil ropes, and he asked the grenadiers to throw the oil bombs directly. This makes throwing much faster and safer. Several large pockets of fire oil bombs were thrown into the burning woods, and soon there was a rumbling sound in the woods, and huge fireballs continued to rise in the woods.

Unlike the fire-filled fire-carts lit with brimstone, which are quick and short-lived, these fireballs are ignited by oil bombs and seem to burn without end--- as long as the trees stretch to the back and forth, licking back and forth like greedy tongues, sucking all life into the belly.

As the fire intensified, the soldiers saw a strange phenomenon.

Suddenly, a very strong wind arose at the edge of the woods, so strong that the soldiers saw a Wikibian soldier on horseback being sucked into the woods by a man and a horse. It felt as if an invisible hand had snatched the soldier alive, and every time it passed, a strange wind hung up.

The only few hundred Vekia soldiers who had first walked out of the woods looked behind them in amazement, and the Swadians took advantage of the opportunity to shoot at the Vecchians. Several Vecchia Guards officers tried several times to organize a line and start the charge, but they were either killed by the archers or stopped by the fire behind them.

Standing on the opposite side of the fire, the arsonist could not help but feel terrified: no one seemed to be able to escape from the flames when they were ignited, and the flames caused a howling wind that grabbed everything around them. At the far ends of the woods, some animals began to emerge, as if they had a premonition of danger.

Father had never seen anything like this, and he turned his head to look at Yu, who was staring at the woods in front of him, his eyes glinting. Sam couldn't help but look back at Yu as he watched several Wikibians desperately fight against each other's flames but were inevitably choked to death, and he saw that Yu's expression had changed, from a kind of intimate banter to a fearful awe.

As the fire spread rapidly, the Vecchians knew that there was only a dead end to stay on the edge of the woods, and they were driven by the fire and fought on their own, dozens of people fled to the west--- as if they wanted to make peace with the cavalry.

When several Swadian scouts noticed the movements of the scattered Vecchian soldiers, they immediately drove their horses south, apparently summoning the cavalry. My father knew very well what would happen to these soldiers, unless it was the Vikian cavalry who gave up their advantage in flexibility and mobility and turned to passively cover the broken infantry.

The largest force of 300 people seemed to know the danger of escaping alone, so they formed a formation and ran for their father.

The Swadia soldiers were ready to take the Wikibians lightly, and they saw that under the threat of the flames, these Wikibians had become extremely terrified in fear and sadness, and almost everyone's eyes were red: just now, they saw their comrades and even brothers being burned alive, and these Svadians stood outside the woods as if they were watching a play.

Now those Wikibians no longer pay attention to success or failure, and in their anger and shame, they are ready to change their lives for their lives.

Such enemies are the most difficult to deal with, as they are difficult to route, and while such a suicidal charge will cost them dearly, it is not impossible for the Swadians to be scattered if they do not have the strong discipline to stand their ground.

The raging Vicchians quickly rushed in front of the Swadians, and some soldiers, under the stabbing of dense spears, used their short knives to dispel the spearheads, shouting and trying to rush in. Several Wikibians were pierced in the chest, but before they died, they desperately blocked the spears around them, opening a way for their comrades behind.

Vecchia's attack was shocking to see his father, and a cool air rose behind him.

In particular, the flames made a terrifying back to the Vecchians, and the hurricane was still howling, and soon, a large flame exploded in the densest depths of the woods. If my father was not mistaken, the flame flew to an astonishing height wrapped in flaming branches and leaves, and the violent explosion dwarfed even the most powerful fireworks, like the faint light of a candle.

Under the attack of the Vecchians, the soldiers around my father couldn't help but shrink their bodies, trying to keep up with their comrades. This kind of fear has not been seen much since the start of the war, and the way these Wikibians attack is indeed much beyond the soldiers' understanding of war. Especially when fighting the Kujits, the soldiers have never seen an enemy who is already at a disadvantage and still maintains such a strong attacking spirit.

As long as the Kugit suffered losses and they found that there was nothing to take advantage of, they would not hesitate to retreat.

But the Vycians fought like this, and the Swadians couldn't help but remind the Swadians of the words shouted by the Rhodoks decades ago, when they were in the south: "Fight to the last bamboo spear".

In an instant, my father even had a trance: "If every Wikibian resists like this, the Swadians will probably have to retreat after a few more battles."

The Vecchian offensive grew more and more ferocious, and one of the Vekians rushed in front of the spearman, his thigh pierced, and before his chest was pierced continuously, he split the helmet of a spearman with his two-handed axe, splitting the hapless soldier's head in two.

The Swadians retreated.

With a numerical advantage of more than two to one, he was even in a state of formation, but was forced back by a group of crazy Wikibians.

Fortunately, at this time, the soldiers knew that the back was very safe, and the incoming enemy did not have much energy, so they were still able to bite their positions and hold their weapons tightly.

The forest was already full of smoke and dust, and my father suddenly remembered that after the guards were on fire, they immediately returned to the forest, and they didn't care about the hundreds of soldiers outside the forest--- could it be that the soldiers outside the forest accounted for only a small part?

This terrible thought made my father even feel a little pity when he looked at the forest.

At this time, quite a few Wikibians rushed out of the woods, some of them were scorched and smoking, and some were simply emitting flames.

A few people had just escaped from the woods and were sucked back by that weird hurricane, but there were still a few, a dozen Wikibians rushing out of the flames. The horrible and cruel sight is like the mythical story of countless suffering souls trying to escape the fire when the gates of hell are opened.

After the Vycians burst out of the flames, some of them immediately scattered and fled, and some of them came running after seeing their troops and joined the attack on the Swadians.

My father saw a Vichian with half of his face almost burned, and he peeled off his hair raw, tearing off a large piece of his face, despite the melted hair sticking to his skin. The Wikijan removed his burnt helmet, dragged a Swadian archer out of the ranks with his bare hands, and then put his helmet on the bowman's head, and the hot archer screamed, using the Wikijan to almost strangle the archer. As the monster was about to kill the archer, Sam made a deep triangular hole in the back of Vecchia's head with his marching hoe.

Just when the soldiers felt a little overwhelmed, there was a roar in the south, and a large group of cavalry rumbled straight over.

When my father turned around, he saw a battle banner embroidered with a charging knight.

"Lagrange?" The father cried out, and before he could turn his head, he felt a solid blow on his head, and he turned around in a trance, looking at a yelling Wikibian with a hammer in his hand, although he had been pierced in the stomach, he still roared at his father, as if he was going to smash his father.

Without hesitation, my father stabbed the sword and stabbed it in the air. However, the Vekian had been impaled by two spears and knelt on the ground, and his father pierced the Vekian's chest with a second blow.

Father felt blood trickle down his hair, and in a moment his eyes were the color of blood.

Under the blurred vision, he saw the Svadian knights driving the Vecchians, trampling them with their horses' hooves, stabbing them with spears, and slashing with their sabers, and after a while, the Vecchians finally lost even the last madness, and they scattered in all directions.

Falling into the Darkness'''

When the father woke up again, he found himself lying in a carriage.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Sam walking to the side, swearing, and saying frustrating words.

Sam's longbow was cut by a Wikibian and could no longer be used, and it was Sam's favorite willow longbow, strong, fine-textured, and steady. But a reckless Wikiyant used a small hand axe to leave a small notch in the bow back of the longbow. The best bowsmiths of the Third Regiment told Sam that the bow could not be repaired unless he could find a suitable antler.

"That fool actually asked me to change a bow", Sam spat out a mouthful of phlegm, not yet realizing that my father had woken up, "this bow Sam adjusted for three real days, polished with beeswax, and it was as bright as a mirror That fool actually asked me to change a bow." Sam shot this bow through the legs and necks of three Vykians"

"Sam", my father found that he had a terrible headache, but he had no problem speaking.

Sam glanced at his father, then turned back and yelled, "The head of the Kugit is awake"

Then Euzema came over, jumped off his horse, and handed the reins to one of the soldiers on the side. You rolled his father's eyelids, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, it didn't hurt your brain, and you won't become mentally retarded in the future." ”

"What''", the father was a little weak.

"Oh, that knocked a piece of skin the size of a fingernail on your head, and you won't be able to grow hair there for the rest of your life, and you'll have to keep it long in the future, or people will say you're a leper, don't blame me for not warning you. But I'm more worried about whether you're going to be beaten stupid. On that day, Lagrange led his cavalry to force back the Wiki Iron Shield cavalry--- although I don't want to admit it, but Lagrange did drive away the Wikibians with his cavalry, and then came here to see what was going on."

You untied the bandage from his father's head, "He said he came to watch the fireworks, and then he was sent to be the 'hero who saved the flanks.'" Tsk, now the prince is ready to award Lagrange a medal, you know, that fancy new thing, made of gold, and give him a tribune's sword."

"Oh'''" my father even wanted to laugh a little, "Patany Lagrange"

"Yes," Sam nodded, "Yesterday when Lord Dimitri and Lord Wright came to see you, they talked about it, and the two adults quarreled, Lord Wright said that the tribune should not give the second son of a small noble family who did not have the right to inherit, and Mistress Dimitri thought that anyone could be a tribune if he had courage. It was a failed coincidence that the two adults got together, they quarreled for a while, Sam couldn't understand, and then they left you some medicine and food and left. ”

"I've been lying down for a few days since yesterday?"

"Three days," You said, "and Adeline said it ten thousand times." ”