Abeta's five hundred men's troops did not sleep well all night.

It would be fine if you endure hunger, but inexplicably fire broke out in the middle of the night. Without waiting for the garrison personnel to react, the fire became extremely fierce in an instant and burned the entire village.

Those who could live in the village were noble knights and war horses. This was originally a preferential treatment that could shelter from the wind and rain. But at night, the wind was strong and the fire was raging. Everyone woke up while sleeping, and their eyes were full of fire.

The fire came too quickly, and even Abeta himself was shocked. The house he lived in was the most complete and cleaner in the village, but the most "fire glue" pots were buried in the house.

He couldn't sleep at night, and Abeta didn't take off his armor. The moment he caught his sword, he rushed out of the burning house. In the blink of an eye, the fire was burning in the whole village one after another, and hundreds of people ran around like headless flies.

The flames burned with a whistling sound, and the messy people shouted and neighed.

Some knights took off their armor before going to bed, and in a hurry they wanted to return to the fire and grab valuable family equipment back. But nothing could be seen in the flames, and the fire could burn through the entire house in one or two minutes.

If you are lucky, you are forced out by the flames. If you are unlucky, the house will collapse directly, and if it comes out, it will be a serious burn. Some people are even buried in the fire and burned to ashes.

In the face of the rolling heat wave, no matter how high the combat skills are, they have to escape.

Abeta couldn't stand in the fire, and his hair and eyebrows were burned back. He saw people running around, shouting the names of the attendants, but no one followed the orders.

He ignored the swearing, and Abeta could only push and stumble all the way out of the village. He turned around and the fire swept across the village, reflecting half of the night sky.

Many knights had no idea about the fire, and they even took their servants to bring out the horses and goods. As a result, a few of them escaped slowly and turned into torches, screaming in the flames.

Hundreds of infantrymen stationed outside the village and escaped. They were stunned from the beginning and no one tried to put out the fire, just watching the noble noble officers and their servants burning in the fire.

During the day, soldiers were poisoned and abandoned, and at night, no one was concerned about the nobles who were burned to death.

After Abeta came out, he jumped constantly. At least seven or eight noble officers under his command were burned to death, and thirty or forty were seriously injured. Even one or two more expensive spellcasters were missing, and they were missing.

What's even more terrible is that the knight's horses were tied in the village, and less than half of them could be rescued in panic. Many horses could not break free from the reins of the bondage, and remained undead in the sea of ​​fire, making a desolate neigh.

When the horse rests, it will remove the saddle bridle and put aside a large amount of auxiliary supplies. These equipment is often the precious property of a knight, and a fire will turn them all into ashes.

The flames emitted high temperatures, and the escaped knights stood ten or twenty meters away from the fire. Most of them were confused by the sudden fire. Some of them suffered heavy losses and simply roared wildly, grabbing and clenching fists.

Abeta held a sword in his hand, but the scabbard was unknown. He came out of the fire, his face was dark and his armor was tattered, and he wanted to force hundreds of infantrymen to put out the fire.

But the soldiers who had always obeyed the orders were not obedient except for avoiding them. Even if Abeta raised his sword to chase them, the soldiers would at most escape further.

The breathing in his chest was like a bellows, and the buzzing and stinging of his scalp seemed to be defeated. Abeta had never experienced this in his life. A fire burned out the reputation that he had finally established on weekdays.

Not only were the civilian soldiers dodging, but even the noble knights under them all looked bad. Everyone had no face and suffered a lot of losses. At this moment, they all remembered why they suffered this crime?

Isn’t it just that Abeta insisted on being an anvil? He demanded fame and made fun of other people’s lives. After only a few days of majesty, he was tortured to this point.

Exxon has precedent, and Abeta is still arrogant. Sails and injuries are still the second. The key is the loss of horses and materials and the loss of confidence.

The fire in the village burned all night, and until the next morning, there was still rippling blue smoke.

The team of five hundred people had nowhere to go at night, so they could only wait until dawn to return to the Dust Mist Town. They destroyed a village again, but did not use the usual means.

The road back is harder to walk than when I came.

The commander's power comes from others' approval, but Abeta tried to regroup the personnel, but found that his subordinates were no longer as arm-to-armed as they used to.

After counting, more than 500 people under Abeta's troops could command more than 300.

Eliminating sporadic losses and those engulfed by the fire, about twenty knights led their infantry out of the team and asked to return to the Dust Mist Town alone.

This was a serious provocation to Abeta's authority, but he could not stop it. Because his subordinates did not trust his command ability and believed that returning the same route would only lead to ambush.

Before leaving the team, the noble knight who was acting alone pointed at Abeta's nose and cursed: "You idiot, this is all the trouble caused by your arrogant arrogance.

You destroyed so many villages and killed so many villagers, you made a big mistake. Abeta, you were targeted, you must have been targeted by monsters in the Black Forest.

We have no food and drink, no supplies, and we are not even enough horses. Hot and Kane, who are confident that they will help you, have escaped long ago.

The enemy didn’t even show up, and we were made like this with some traps. This situation has never happened before. If we follow you, we will all die.”

The division of the team was the most shaking of the morale of the army. The remaining more than 300 people also doubted whether Abeta was really targeted. The reason why they did not leave was that they were panicked and didn't know where to go?

In front of the burned village, the remaining team still looked at their commander.

"Follow me. I'll get the way this time." Abeta was covered in a mess, riding on a horse and mobilizing the remaining knights and infantry. "I'll take any traps first."

This sounds a bit interesting. With a dignified lord in front, the morale of the team is at least stable at the lowest level. As long as there are rational people, they will still choose to leave together.

The straight distance of Dust Fog Town is six or seven kilometers away. If you march quickly, you can rush back in one day. Everyone wants to go back quickly, but don’t want to stay for a moment.

Abeta rode his horse, grabbed two shields, and was alone at the front of the team. The reason he returned the same way was because he walked the road yesterday, and he was supposed to have stepped on all the traps he should have.

But I don’t know whether the enemies hidden in the dark will set up traps again.

There are forests, grass, hillsides and valleys in the wilderness villages. The way back is terrifying, and a storm can make people's heart beat faster. Often a group of birds fly out of the forest can scare people and stop walking.

At the beginning, his subordinates followed the Lord about ten meters behind him.

Gradually, everyone looked around, the speed became slower and slower, and the distance became wider and wider. The interval between them became more than fifty meters.

Abeta looked back and saw that he was far away from his subordinates. He was so angry that he cursed: "Why are you bastards staying so far? It's very safe to get up to me."

It would be fine if I didn't shout this. After shouting, all the people following were frightened. The horse-ridden knights turned around and ran away, and the infantrymen ran away. More than three hundred people scattered in a hurry!

Abeta felt a palpitation, as if something terrible was approaching. He slowly turned around and a mechanical dragon emerged from the woods directly in front of the road. On the dragon's back was a knight in a closed armor.
Chapter completed!