The thick smoke rising from the sky was soon carried by the wind to the Kent Mountain Camp.
Many soldiers looked up to the sky, with confused looks on their faces.
Suddenly, several riders came running wildly from the southeast, shouting in a heart-breaking voice: "You're in trouble, run away!"
The shrill shouts woke up the entire camp, and the Tatar soldiers looked blankly at the horses rushing towards them.
The next second, a huge wave made of flames caught everyone's eyes.
"Fire, fire!"
Many Tatar soldiers looked at the huge wave of flames rising into the sky, and their whole bodies seemed to be motionless as if they had been cast a restraining spell.
But the desperate expressions on their faces perfectly explained their mood.
"escape!"
At this moment, all the Tatar soldiers had only one thought in their minds.
Human power is so fragile before the power of nature.
But...can we escape?
Even if they manage to escape, the base camp will be burned down, and generations of people will continue to be destroyed. Will the furious Grand Master be able to spare them?
You know, Kent Mountain is not only the location of the sweat tent, but also the base camp of Arutai. His tribe, his accumulated wealth, his cattle, sheep and horses, as well as his women and children, are all here.
Is it really possible to escape?
Seeing the huge wave of flames getting closer and closer, many soldiers were confused.
Compared to being tortured to death by the furious Grand Master, dying in this fire seemed to be a good choice.
"escape!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the sweat tent, which instantly woke up the confused soldiers.
And this loud shout came from the mouth of the Mongolian Khan Benshiyali.
Many Tatar soldiers woke up from a dream and hurriedly got on their horses and rushed towards Benshiyari.
If you want to survive in the hands of Arutai after escaping the fire, you must protect the Khan.
As long as the sweating is okay, those external things will always be there.
Other Tatar soldiers also reacted and shouted hurriedly: "Protect the Khan, protect the Khan!"
For a time, the entire camp was filled with shouts of protection for the Great Khan.
As for the elderly, children, women and children in the camp, no one is taking care of them at this time.
The whole camp was filled with cries and calls for help.
A woman of distinguished status rushed out of the tent with a crying baby in her arms, and immediately saw the god-like Benshiyari not far away.
He hurriedly shouted: "Great Khan, save me, save my child, this is my only heir of Abzhi, take him away, take him away!"
Abu also heard the woman's cry, and without any hesitation he rushed towards the woman on horseback.
The woman was overjoyed and hurriedly handed the child to him.
But Benshi Yali didn't even look at the child after he took it, and he threw the baby still in his arms to the ground.
Then a look of madness appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with joy.
"Gelza, you are a woman from the Golden Family, but you had an affair with your enemy and gave birth to a child. You really deserve to die!"
After saying that, the scimitar at his waist was unsheathed and instantly slashed across the woman's neck.
The woman looked at the man riding the horse in disbelief, her eyes full of shock, as if she had never thought that one day she would die in the hands of her own brother.
After Ben Shiyali killed the woman, his face suddenly showed the pleasure of having a great revenge.
But at this time, the Tatar soldiers who were most loyal to Arutai in the past turned a blind eye to the scene in front of them.
Instead, they shouted in unison to Benshiyari who was riding on the horse: "Flee, Khan."
A distance of twenty miles could be covered quickly by such a fire in just a few minutes.
Seeing the wall of fire getting closer and closer, Ben Shiyali showed a fierce look in his eyes, and then shouted: "My sons, follow Ben Khan!"
After saying that, he hit his horse and galloped towards the northwest.
Only after walking a few hundred meters away, Ben Shiyari's expression suddenly changed, and he reined in his horse with a look of horror on his face.
Just because he suddenly remembered that the northwest direction is the wide Onen River, and prairie people can't swim.
More importantly, he now realized that the current season was blowing from the southeast. If he ran to the northwest, even if he could successfully swim across the Onen River, as long as there was a spark floating across the river, he would still die.
Not to mention that after the fire started, the thick smoke in the sky spread much faster than the fire.
Once the thick smoke envelopes you, you will surely suffocate to death first.
Although Benshiari didn't know that the fire would remove most of the oxygen from the air, he knew that being enveloped in thick smoke would suffocate him.
This is not the first time fires like this have appeared on the grassland.
It's just that the fires in the past were far away from Kent Mountain, but this time they were right in front of me.
Going forward is a river and a chasm, going back is a boundless sea of fire.
No matter which way you go, it's a dead end.
what to do?
Benshiyari didn't want to die. Although he was a puppet of Mongolia, Arutai provided him with delicious food and drink, and there was an inexhaustible supply of beauties and treasures. He didn't want to die.
Suddenly, he panicked.
"Khan, you can't run that way!"
A group of soldiers couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Benshiyari stopped.
If you run to the northwest, you will only be chased and engulfed by fire. The best way at the moment is to quickly run through the wall of fire to the southeast.
Fires on grasslands generally come and go quickly, because there is not enough fuel in the grasslands to support a fire that burns for days and nights.
All you need to do is pass through the terrifying wall of fire. Behind the wall of fire is a large area of burned land.
At this time, you must not run in the direction of the fire.
But... how easy is it to get through the wall of fire?
Benshiyari was so anxious that he was spinning in circles. After a moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly shouted at a group of Tatar soldiers who were like ants on a hot pot: "Open the way with men, open the way!"
As soon as he shouted these words, the remaining Tatar soldiers quickly understood what he meant.
At this time, only by paving a path in the sea of fire with human lives could they have a chance to protect Ben Shiyari and escape.
As a result, the Tatar soldiers turned their attention to the women, children and old people in the camp.
People are all selfish, not to mention that ethics are weak on the grasslands, and family ties are not as hard to let go as the people in the Central Plains.
At this life-or-death moment, who doesn't want to live?
So, whose body should be used to pave the road? Is there any need to think about it?
In the horrified eyes of the elderly, children and women, their original protective god instantly transformed into a murderous god.
Blood is also water. As long as there is enough blood, a way of escape can be extinguished in the boundless sea of fire.
"no, do not want......"
The frightened voices of the elderly, children, and women rang out, but the kind fathers and brothers in the past did not show any mercy to them at this moment.
Like dragging chickens, many Tatar soldiers dragged one person with one hand and rushed towards the wall of fire that was getting closer and closer without hesitation.
They struggled, begged for mercy, howled, and cried.
But at this time, no one will pity them whether they are children, old people or women.
Their only use now is to serve as human fire extinguishers and contribute their blood.
Ben Shiyari watched coldly as the soldiers dragged away people who were crying and refusing to go, and casually hugged a little girl who was crying hard.
The little girl suddenly crawled into a broad chest and was so frightened that she stopped crying.
But when she saw the face of the man holding her clearly, she suddenly started crying again: "Uncle Khan, don't send me to the fire site, no."
The little girl hugged Benshiyari's neck and refused to let go, crying extremely sadly.
Ben Shiyali said with a cold face: "Little Sonny, what nonsense are you talking about? Why would uncle arrest you and throw you into the sea of fire?"
Perhaps Benshiyari's words were too decisive, and the little girl couldn't help but raise her head and asked: "Really?"
"of course it's true."
Ben Shiyali frowned, and in the expectant gaze of the little girl, he broke her neck, then took out the knife from his waist and cut off the head, smeared the gushing blood on a piece of linen cloth, and covered it with a rag. Cover the mouth and nose.
The little girl's head rolled around on the ground, her eyes wide open.
The look of shock lingered on her face. She probably didn't expect that her uncle, who said he wouldn't send her to the fire one second, would break her neck the next second.
Benshiyari galloped towards the wall of fire, because the forward momentum of the wall of fire had been slightly blocked by the densely packed soldiers.
He can't wait any longer. If he waits any longer, the combustible materials in the camp are not just grass. The tents in the camp are made of sheepskin. In addition, the saltpeter used in tanners will explode when exposed to fire. The sulfur of mosquitoes produces poisonous gas when exposed to fire.
Not to mention the corpses of cattle, sheep and people all over the ground, which are simply natural fuel.
Human blood can temporarily pave a road, but once the human blood dries up, the human corpse will become the best fuel.
So he had to rush out of the sea of fire before the fire spread into the tent.
Approaching the wall of fire, he felt a rush of heat, and even though he was hundreds of meters away, he felt that his body was about to be roasted.
But he had no choice but to press forward.
"Cough cough cough~~"
The dense smoke made his chest hurt, and a strong sense of suffocation made his eyesight go dark.
When the soldiers blocking the fire saw Ben Shiyari rushing over, they quickly gave up their plans to continue killing people and instead surrounded Ben Shiyari tightly in the middle.
The oxygen content in the air has become so thin that it is extremely rare, and is replaced by a large amount of carbon dioxide.
Thick smoke was billowing everywhere, and there was dust everywhere after the fuel burned out.
The burning pain in his chest told Benshiyari that he could not wait any longer.
He didn't say much, but surrounded by a group of Tatar soldiers, he stepped on the bodies that had not been ignited by the fire and plunged into the sea of fire.
The aroma of meat filled the air, the skin began to crack, and the extremely high heat seemed to evaporate the oil in everyone's body.
There is also the smell of burning hair, not only from humans, but also from horses. Everything here makes people feel the strongest despair and the most suffocating fear.
