The billowing smoke rising from the sky was soon carried by the wind to the camp of Kent Hill.

Many soldiers looked up at the sky with confused expressions on their faces.

Suddenly, a few horsemen from the southeast direction came galloping wildly, shouting in a hissing voice: "Walk away, run away!" ”

The mournful shouts woke the whole battalion, and the Tartar soldiers looked blankly at the galloping horses.

In the next second, a huge wave of flames came into everyone's eyes.

"Fire, fire!"

Many of the Tartar soldiers looked at the huge wave of flames that rose into the sky, and their whole bodies were motionless as if they had been immobilized.

It's just that the desperate expression on their faces is a good interpretation of their mood.

"Run!"

At this moment, there was only one thought left in the hearts of all the Tartar soldiers.

Human power is so fragile in the face of the forces of nature.

But... Did you escape?

Even if they can get away with it, the base camp is burned down, and generations continue to be destroyed, can the angry Taishi spare them?

You know, Mount Kent is not only the place of the sweat tent, but also the base camp of Arutai, where his tribe, his wealth, his cattle, sheep, horses, and his women and children are all here.

Can you really escape?

Seeing the great wave of flames getting closer and closer, many soldiers were confused.

Compared to being tortured to death by the angry Taishi, it seems that dying in this fire is also a good choice.

"Run!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from the sweat tent, which instantly woke up the soldiers who were in a state of confusion.

And this shout came from the mouth of the Mongol Great Khan Ben Shyali.

Many of the Tartar soldiers woke up from a dream and hurriedly rolled over their horses and rushed towards Ben Shyari.

If you want to survive in the hands of Arutai after escaping the fire, you must protect the Great Khan.

As long as the sweat is fine, there will always be things outside of the body.

The other Tartar soldiers also reacted and hurriedly shouted: "Protect the Great Khan, protect the Great Khan!" ”

For a time, the entire camp was a shout of protection for the Great Khan.

As for the elderly, children, women and children in the camp, no one cares about them at this time.

The whole camp was filled with cries and cries for help.

A noble woman rushed out of the tent with a crying baby in her arms, and at a glance saw Ben Shiari, who looked like a god not far away.

Hurriedly shouted: "Great Khan, save me, save my child, this is the only son of Ab and me, take him away, take him away!" ”

Ab also heard the woman's cry, and without the slightest hesitation, he hit his horse and rushed towards the woman.

The woman was overjoyed and hurriedly handed the child to him.

But Ben Shiali didn't even look at the child after taking it, and threw the baby who was still in his arms to the ground.

Then there was a look of madness on his face, and his eyes were full of pleasure.

"Gelsa, you were originally a woman of the Golden Family, but you married the enemy and gave birth to a child, you really deserve to die!"

After speaking, the scimitar at his waist came out of the sheath and instantly slashed through the woman's neck.

The woman looked at the man on the horse in disbelief, her eyes full of shock, as if she had never imagined that one day she would die at the hands of her own brother.

And after Ben Shiyari killed the woman, his face suddenly showed a pleasure like revenge.

And at this time, the Tartar soldiers, who were most loyal to Arutai in the past, turned a blind eye to the scene in front of them.

Instead, he shouted in unison to Ben Shyari, who was on his horse: "Great Khan, flee." ”

Twenty miles away, for such a fire, it only takes a few minutes to quickly cover it.

Seeing that wall of fire getting closer and closer, Ben Shiyari's eyes showed a fierce look, and then he shouted: "Sons, go with Ben Khan!" ”

After saying that, he beat his horse and galloped away in the northwest direction.

It was only after walking a few hundred meters that Ben Shiari's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he reined in the horse's reins with a frightened expression.

Just because he suddenly remembered that the northwest direction was the wide Onen River, and the steppe people couldn't swim.

What's more, he now reacted that the current season is blowing the southeast wind, running in the northwest direction, even if he can swim smoothly across the Onon River, as long as there is a little spark floating across the river, he will still have to die.

Not to mention that after the fire burns, the smoke in the sky spreads much faster than the fire.

Once the smoke is enveloped, it will inevitably suffocate to death.

Ben Shyari didn't know that the fire would drain most of the oxygen out of the air, but he knew that being shrouded in smoke would suffocate.

Because of fires like this, this is not the first time that they have appeared on the grassland.

It's just that the fires in the past, far away from Kent Mountain, are right in front of my eyes this time.

If you go forward, you will be a river moat, and if you go back, you will be a boundless sea of fire.

No matter which way you go, it's a dead end.

What to do?

Benshyali didn't want to die, although he was a puppet of Mongolia, but Arutai had good food and drink for him, and the beauty treasures were inexhaustible, and he didn't want to die.

All of a sudden, he panicked.

"Great Khan, you can't run over there!"

A group of soldiers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Benshjari stop.

If you run to the northwest, you will only be chased and consumed by the fire, and the best way to do this is to quickly run through the wall of fire to the southeast.

Wildfires on the grasslands tend to come and go quickly, because there is not enough fuel on the grasslands to support a fire that lasts for days and nights.

All you have to do is pass through the terrifying wall of fire, and behind the wall of fire is a vast expanse of burned land.

At this time, you must not run in the direction of the fire.

But... How easy is it to get through a wall of fire?

Ben Shiari spun around in a hurry, and after a moment, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he suddenly shouted at a group of Tartar soldiers who looked like ants on a hot pot: "Use people to open the way, open the way!" ”

As soon as he shouted this, the remaining Tartar soldiers quickly understood what he meant.

At this time, only by paving a path in the sea of fire with human lives can they have a chance to protect Benshyari's escape.

As a result, the Tartar soldiers turned their eyes to the women, children and old people in the camp.

People are selfish, not to mention that the ethical concept on the grassland is weak, and family affection is not as difficult to give up as the Central Plains people.

Who doesn't want to live in such a life-or-death moment.

So, with whose corpse to pave the way, do you still need to think?

In the frightened gazes of the elderly, children, and women, their original protector gods instantly turned into killing gods.

Blood is also water, and as long as there is enough blood, it can extinguish a way out of the boundless sea of fire.

"No, don't ......"

The frightened voices of the elderly, children and women sounded, but the fathers and brothers who were kind in the past did not have the slightest mercy on them at this moment.

Many Tartar soldiers dragged a man in one hand like a chicken, and rushed towards the wall of fire that was getting closer and closer.

They struggled, begged for mercy, wailed, cried.

But at this time, no one will pity them, whether they are children, old people, or women.

Their only use now is to donate their blood as humanoid fire extinguishers.

Ben Shiali watched coldly as the soldiers kept dragging away people who were crying and shouting and didn't want to go, and grabbed a little girl who was crying a lot.

The little girl suddenly burrowed into a broad chest, and was so frightened that she cried out.

But when she saw the face of the man who hugged her, she suddenly burst into tears: "Uncle Khan, don't send me to fill the fire, don't." ”

The little girl clung to Ben Syari's neck and cried so badly.

Ben Shi Yali said with a cold face: "Xiao Sang'er, what nonsense, how could my uncle arrest you to fill the sea of fire?" ”

Perhaps Ben Shiari's words were too categorical, and the little girl couldn't help but raise her head and ask, "Really?" ”

"Of course it's true."

Ben Shiari frowned, and in the expectant gaze of the little girl, he wrenched her neck, then took out the knife at his waist and shaved off the head, smeared the gushing blood on a sackcloth, and covered his mouth and nose with the rag.

The little girl's head rolled around on the ground, her eyes wide open.

The look of shock on her face couldn't be shaken, she probably didn't expect that her uncle, who was still saying that he would not send her to fill the sea of fire one second, would break her neck the next second.

Ben Shiari struck his horse and rushed towards the wall of fire, for the wall of fire had been slightly stopped by the dense crowd of soldiers.

He couldn't wait any longer, the combustible material in the camp was not just grass, the camp tent was made of sheepskin, in addition, the saltpeter used for the nitrate skin would explode when it met fire, and the sulfur that repellent mosquitoes would produce poisonous gas when it met fire.

Not to mention the corpses of cattle, sheep and people all over the ground, which are simply natural fuel.

Human blood can pave a path for a short time, but when human blood is drained, the human corpse will become the best fuel.

So he had to break out of the fire before it had spread into the tent.

Approaching the wall of fire, a breath of heat, and a few hundred meters away, he felt that his body was about to be roasted.

But he had no choice, so he could only rush forward.

"Ahem, cough, cough~~"

The dense smoke choked his chest, and a strong feeling of suffocation came, making him can't help but look black.

The soldiers who stopped the fire saw Ben Shyari rushing towards him, and quickly gave up his intention to continue the killing, and instead hugged Ben Syali tightly in the middle.

The amount of oxygen in the air has become extremely rare, and it has been replaced by a large amount of carbon dioxide.

Smoke billowed everywhere, and dust flew everywhere after the fuel burned out.

A burning labor ache in his chest let Ben Shyali know that he couldn't wait any longer.

He didn't say much, but surrounded by a group of Tartar soldiers, he stepped on the corpses that had not been ignited by the fire for the time being, and plunged into the flames.

The smell of meat spreads, the skin begins to crack, and the extremely high heat seems to evaporate the oil in everyone's body.

There was also the smell of burnt hair, not only of men, but also of horses, all of which made the strongest despair and the most suffocating fear rise in people's hearts.