The "Old Lalo" in Ish's mouth sounded like a middle-aged man: "Sir, it's better to attack fire with fire!"

"How to attack?"

"Without waiting for the fire to come, let's light a fire first! It's just to use fire to attack the fire! But you have to wait until the fire trenches are dug."

"The wind is blowing eastward!" Winters pointed to the sky: "Light a fire, we must burn it first! How can we use fire to attack the fire?"

"It's not like this, sir." Lao Laluo explained anxiously: "The wind in the fire is chaotic! It even swirls! The fire can suck the wind!"

Winters suddenly remembered the fire tornado in Guitu City. The fire was so big that it would indeed suck away air and cause chaos in the wind.

"Are you sure?" Winters stared at Old Laro.

Old Lalo lowered his head and said rudely: "No, I...I'm not sure."

"Sir, he was very polite when he talked to us." Ish shouted and grabbed Lao Lalo: "There is a Centurion here! What are you afraid of!"

Winters gritted his teeth, grabbed Old Lalo's shoulder and said, "I'll be responsible for any mistakes. What are your solutions? Tell me all about it! I'll go find Lieutenant Colonel Robert."

As he said that, Winters began to grop his pocket, but he could not find anything valuable even after rummaging through his body.

There was no choice but to make a wish first: "I don't carry gold and silver. If your solution is useful, I will ask Angelu to pick the best horse and take it home for you."

...

The isolation belt twenty meters wide and extends from south to north has already taken shape.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert agreed to a small-scale experiment with Winters' "attacking fire with fire".

This is a completely bet, and no one knows whether it can be done or not. Everyone is sweating when they are holding their palms.

Outside the isolation belt that the Montane Hundreds were in charge, Winters lit another fire with his own hands.

The lamp oil, resin, and all the combustible materials that militia could find. The flames soared into the air and began to spread to the east.

Everyone was ready, and the tongue of flames arrived at the bare isolation belt.

People watched the red embers fly to their side from the air, fearing that the tree canopy will be ignited by these flying ashes carrying Mars.

The eastward advance was blocked, and a new fire began to spread to the west, and it became faster and faster.

Seeing that the fire was effective in attacking fire, everyone cheered and their eyes were dry and they couldn't help but burst into tears.

After the thick smoke, two lines of fire collided with each other where they could not see, burning everything they touched to ashes—including themselves.

...

...

The fire burned overnight.

The next morning, the leaders of the Hed tribes came to observe the enemy.

The woodland is still shrouded in smoke and dust, and the trees are burned bare. After passing the fire, some dark red embers can be seen.

The white lion pondered, without saying anything.

"White Lion, it seems you burned them all to death." The chief of the Black Water Department said with a pleasing meaning.

The Black Water Department's chief is now a hard-core supporter of the White Lion.

"Thank you good words, short bow. I hope so too." The white lion still respects the chief of the Black Water Department as before: "However, I'm afraid it won't be so relaxed."

The Palatu whistle cavalry discovered the group of enemies on the nearby hillside and ran back quickly to report the news.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back." The white lion gently whipped the war horse: "Look at it casually, don't bother the Paratus to see him off."

After a while, the Paratu whistle cavalry led a black-armored cavalry out of the smoke-covered forest.

Two personal guards who were accompanying the leaders of the tribes brought guns to fight, but were killed by the black-armored cavalry one after another.

The black-armored cavalry ran to the adjacent hills and shouted a few words to the leaders of the tribes.

Before the other guards could surround him, the black-armored cavalry had already left with a laugh.

"What did he say, little lion?" asked the fire-burning man.

"Want to burn us to death?" The little lion looked at the back of the heavily armored cavalry and expressed his expressionlessly: "Go ahead and fuck you."

...

Bad news: Two-thirds of the bridge forest was burned.

Good news: There is one-third of the bridge forest left.

And another good news: some of the overfire wood still has useful value, especially those with large diameters. The White Lion inadvertently helped the Paratus screen the wood.
Chapter completed!