Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 894: Fire Devours Everything



Chapter 894: Fire Devours Everything

The fire was like a raging beast, ruthlessly devouring every inch of the Dafeng Mountains, turning the originally lush forest into a sea of ​​fire. The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the sky, and the thick smoke billowed, covering the sky and the sun. The entire mountain range seemed to be shrouded in a thick black curtain.

In this chaos and despair, the small Fuso troops hidden in the mountains and forests are experiencing an unprecedented life-and-death test.

As the fire gradually spread, the positions and tents that were originally carefully arranged and thought to be hidden became deadly traps. The flames spread rapidly along the dry branches and fallen leaves like hungry beasts, turning all life and hope into ashes.

The Fuso soldiers were in a panic, with fear and despair written all over their faces.

"Quick, get out of here!" a young soldier shouted loudly, his voice was particularly weak and rapid in the sea of ​​fire. His comrades beside him also responded, throwing down their weapons and equipment, and desperately running towards the direction where the fire was weaker. However, the fire was merciless, and their speed was far behind the spread of the fire. Many people were engulfed by the raging fire before they could run a few steps, and they screamed heartbreakingly.

In the midst of the chaos and panic, some soldiers tried to resist the fire. They used buckets, wet cloths and other items they could use to try to put out the flames around them.

However, this was just a drop in the bucket. Their efforts seemed so small and helpless to such a fierce wildfire. The flames, like a raging wind, easily turned their efforts into nothingness and dragged them into a more dangerous situation.

At this time, some Fuso officers began to step forward to direct the firefighting operation. They knew that escaping was a dead end, and only by uniting as one could they have a chance of survival in a desperate situation.

They shouted the soldiers' names, ordering them to stay calm and put out the fire according to the predetermined plan. At the same time, they also personally participated in the firefighting operation and fought side by side with the soldiers.

"Don't panic! Line up in formation and cover your mouth and nose with wet cloth to prevent inhaling smoke!" an officer shouted, trying to keep his voice steady, but he was unable to completely conceal his inner tension and anxiety.

Under the command of the officers, the soldiers gradually restored order, lined up in formation, covered their mouths and noses with wet cloths, and moved forward cautiously.

However, the ferocity of the fire was beyond everyone's imagination. Although the soldiers tried their best to put out the fire, the fire continued to spread and intensify. The thick smoke and flames almost suffocated people, and many soldiers were injured or even killed in the process of extinguishing the fire.

Their bodies were charred by the flames, emitting a pungent burnt smell; their faces turned black due to inhaling thick smoke; their eyes were filled with desire for life and fear of death.

In the Dafeng Mountains that were ravaged by flames, a Fuso squadron unfortunately became the abandoned children of fate, and was mercilessly surrounded by fire walls that were two or three feet high on all sides. The firelight reflected their desperate faces, and the air was filled with the breath of death. Every cry was like a wail from the depths of the soul, penetrating the noise of the sea of ​​fire and striking people's hearts.

In the team, a soldier's spirit completely collapsed. With trembling hands, he hurriedly soaked his quilt and wrapped it tightly around himself, as if it was his only hope of escaping hell.

He staggered and took a step towards the wall of fire. At that moment, he seemed to hear the call of his family and see his hometown in the distance.

However, reality was cruel. The fierce fire seemed to have intelligence and instantly devoured him. His figure was distorted in the flames, and he became a living fireman.

He struggled in agony, waving his hands in the air, trying to put out the flames on his body, but it was all in vain. The shrill screams pierced the night sky and echoed throughout the mountains and forests. It was the last elegy for life and an accusation against the injustice of fate.

"Amaterasu, please save us!" The soldiers knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, looked up at the gray sky, and prayed for the protection of the gods. But in this land engulfed by fire, the power of the gods seemed so small and powerless. Their eyes were full of tears, but no one could wipe them away; their hearts were full of despair, but no one could comfort them.

"I don't want to die here, I want to go home..." This is not just the voice of one soldier, but the common desire of all trapped soldiers. Many of them may not have had time to say goodbye to their families, or may still have beautiful visions for the future, but they were deprived of their lives by the ruthless fire. For them, this is not just a failure in a battle, but also a trampling and insult to the dignity of life.

Desperate cries echoed throughout the mountains and forests, and they gathered into a powerful force that seemed to break through the shackles of the sea of ​​fire and fly to that distant homeland.

But in this raging fire, all efforts seem so pale and powerless.

The soldiers' figures gradually disappeared in the firelight, leaving only pieces of scorched earth and black traces of human figures.

On the Snow Lotus Mountain in the Dafeng Mountains, the wind was cold and the snow was thick. In the midst of the whiteness, Abe Hideki's temporary headquarters was shrouded in unprecedented tension and chaos.

Although the light did not directly hit here, the wildfire in the distance turned half the sky red, foreshadowing the approach of disaster. Abe Hidenori stood in the command center, his eyes red and bloodshot, his face full of disbelief and anxiety.

"The enemy...actually took such an extreme measure!" He muttered to himself, his voice revealing uncontrollable anger and shock. He had never thought that the enemy would use the strategy of burning the mountain to deal with them. This move was undoubtedly the biggest threat to them.

"Quick! Activate the emergency plan immediately to ensure the safe transfer of all personnel!" Abe Hidenori turned around suddenly and shouted loudly to the adjutant beside him.

"Yes! Sir!" The adjutant responded quickly and immediately plunged into the intense command work.

He immediately summoned all the available personnel and began to implement the evacuation plan. However, time was tight and the fire was fierce, so every step was full of uncertainty and danger.

"Inform all troops, no matter how far away they are, they must immediately stop their current missions and move to a safe area!" Abe Hidenori's voice was transmitted through the electronic communication equipment, through the wind and snow, to the ears of every troop. He knew very well that at this moment, every life was precious and there could be no mistakes.

"Start the backup power supply and ensure unimpeded communications!" He gave the order again. At this critical moment, the transmission of information was more important than anything else.

Only by keeping communications open can we effectively command the actions of various troops and avoid greater losses.


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.