Following Jon's guidance, Brody raised her head and through the gap between the treetops directly above, he saw many black dots flying in the clear blue sky, densely packed.

What exactly is that?

Brody started hunting with her father at the age of eleven, and shot countless birds. He could be sure that the black spots flying from the north were not birds, because the speed was too slow, and the weirdest thing was that these black spots were difficult to describe as "flying". To be precise, they should be "floating".

Jon is Brody's neighbor and a talkative man. He keeps chattering: "What the hell is that?"

The distance is too far, even Brody has no choice but to judge. If he is on the ground, he would think it was some people or riders. But the problem is that these black dots fly in the sky.

"Maybe it's a wild duck, or a swan." He frowned and murmured casually: "Anyway, it's not a bird of prey like an eagle, it's too slow."

"I think it might be a wild duck." Jon joked seriously: "Maybe they are laying eggs, flying and falling, so they are slow."

"I see your brain is filled with duck eggs and their shit." Brody was familiar with Jon's joke. He moved the muscles on his face and re-pulled the hunting bow: "Let's go, whether it's a wild duck or a swan, it's too far for us. I just want to get a deer now, and it's a big one. In addition, damn nobles, it's better not to disturb me to make a fortune."

Jon smiled knowingly, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth.

To a certain extent, there is no difference between "hunter" and "thugs" and "murderers" in terms of specific connotations.

Over the years, he and Brody killed more than a dozen people from the mountain forest patrol team. When they encountered more than three patrol teams, they immediately hid, and the two of them were alone, and they saw the opportunity to intercept them. In the mountains, especially in this lush forest area, the relationship between the surrounding villagers and the nobles was incompatible. Of course, there were still some nobles who were relatively broad and let some forests enter by civilians. However, Brody and Jon were not lucky, and they met a cold and stingy lord.

Walking deep into the forest, Brody raised her head from time to time and carefully observed the black spots that "float" from far to near.

He was not interested but just said something, and he still had a strong curiosity about unknown things.

In a clearing with fewer trees, Brody stopped and looked up at the sky.

Jon stopped, too.

At this moment, the black dots floating from the north became the biggest source of doubt in their minds, and their importance even overwhelmed their prey.

"...then, that's not a bird." Soon, Jon made a puzzled voice.

"I saw it." Brody replied casually, narrowing her eyes.

It is indeed not a wild duck? It is not a swan? It is a ball with a strange appearance and has never been seen before.

Round? Like stretched dough? A small black basket hung directly below. They are numerous, Brody counted it? There are more than thirty.

As the distance got closer, Brody found that these balls floating in the air were not as small as he had originally imagined. They were huge in size? Especially when they were about to fly over their heads? Brody was surprised to find that even the familiar swans were just a trivial little black spot compared to these "flying balls".

The flying balls began to spread out and floated in different directions.

Brody heard Jon scream in horror: "Look? It's a giant... Oh my God? They're the giants of the North!"

It is easy to cause errors when compared with trees and leaves as references, Jon quickly discovered the true source of these flying balls.

"Go away quickly, you can't stay here, you must go back immediately." Without any time to think about it? Brody grabbed Jon's arm and dragged him to the road.

This was the first time he encountered such a flying ball. Looking at the giants sitting under the ball in the basket? Brodie developed a profound understanding of the word "war" for the first time in his life.

They can fly and land, and they can go to heaven.

Their goal should be our village? That is the closest settlement.

Brody's idea cannot be said to be wrong, but he soon found out that he was wrong.

"Look? They lay eggs... I'm right? They do lay eggs like birds." Jon likes to talk nonsense. He usually makes a living by talking and talking in the village. He teases others in the bar, and many women like to talk and laugh with him, especially some colorful jokes, which are very good to pass the time... But now, Brody feels unbearable to Jon who talks too much.

"Shut up!" the furious hunter roared repeatedly: "I'll twist your head off after saying another word."

"But they are indeed laying eggs!" Jon raised his hand and pointed at the sky in dissatisfaction: "They are throwing things up, don't believe it, you can see it yourself...ah, it's above us."

Brody instinctively looked up at the sky and happened to see a large flying ball floating over her head, throwing down several dark jars not far ahead.

Fires suddenly ignited in the woods.

Brody could see clearly that it was a can that hit a stone after it landed on the ground, and it splashed countless flames while breaking. He didn't know that it was the natural effect of the mixture of fuel and white phosphorus sealing and exposed to the air. The burning area of ​​the splashed flame was so large that it instantly covered dozens of square meters of forest. More fire points splashed into the distance, dipped on the surface of branches and leaves, igniting more parts.

There were more than thirty flying balls, each of which could throw at least hundreds of such jars... Brody felt his scalp numb just by thinking about it. He felt his blood burning, so he simply threw Jon down and ran away from the forest alone.

"Damn it, wait for me, don't be so fast, you're waiting for me!"

"Don't throw me here."

"Brody, please wait for me...I...I've slept with your wife. Don't you plan to beat me up?"

Jon's brain is still very useful. He knew that begging was useless and wanted to anger Brody, but it was completely useless at this time.

Brody, who was running wildly, felt the danger getting closer and closer. The temperature around him was rising, and the firelight from different directions became brighter and brighter, even surpassing the sun. The animals in the forest also noticed the danger and ran out of their hiding places. Brody had never seen hares and bobcats running side by side. He saw dozens of snakes that jumped out of some corners, and the king snakes and vipers were mixed together. You should know that they were usually mortal enemies, the latter being the food of the former.

The deer herds he had been obsessing with appeared. Behind these running animals are the burning woods "Pippi" and the fire is getting bigger and bigger. In addition, it is the dry season. Although plants lock in a large amount of water contained in the soil layer through their roots, it is impossible to release the water in the air to extinguish the fire.

There was no way out ahead - a blazing blazing fire, a fire wall that was dozens of meters high blocked everything. The dense forest was burning, and the shrubs and moss on the ground also released energy in the flames to bake the ground. Brody felt as if he was in the middle of a toast stove, sweating all over. He was forced to take off his shirt and slapped the flames on the trees beside him, trying his best to find a way out.

The round and flying balls were still flying overhead. Brody raised her hand and wiped her burnt hair, stared at the red eyes, and roared fiercely at the giants who could not hear her cursing. He even shot the arrow into the sky with an arrow, but just shot two arrows, because the temperature was too high, the softened bowstring was torn off on the spot.

Hunting in the forest is a secret act, and you must never use a gun, as it will attract the attention of the patrol team.

"...Help, who will save me!" Brody wailed for the first time in his life. He had never expected the patrol to appear as he is now. Even if they find themselves poaching, the nobles would cut off their hands and feet.

There is no way out in any direction, and all the trees are burning.

The sky and the ground were all red, so Brody could only throw away the surrounding combustible materials, clear out a clearing, and use the tools at hand to dig out the soil layer, and then lie in the middle of the wet soil.

This is the method he learned from the old man, but it can only last for about half an hour. In the old man's words, the premise of doing this is that someone outside will save him. If there is no foreign aid, the end of waiting will still be dead... either being roasted to death by the excessive temperature, or being unable to breathe and suffocate to death.

Nowadays, technology is far inferior to that of civilized times, and white people's research on air components only stays in the "breathing" stage. They do not know oxygen, nor do they know the various conditions required for combustion.

More animals escaped from the depths of the woods.

Brody saw frogs jumping in groups. It was hard to see them normally. The thing tasted delicious and most of them gathered near the river stream. Brody remembered that the nearest river was at least three miles away, but she didn't expect that there were so many frogs jumping all the way.

A group of pheasants escaped from the forest, and their beautiful long feathers became burdens, and once ignited by the fire, they could never get rid of them. Brody saw several pheasants covered in fire and were roasted alive in the screams.

A brown bear also escaped. It was burned and burnt, constantly slapped its left ear ignited by the fire. The sharp claws almost grabbed the top of its head, and it still could not curb the fire. The flames extended along its thick fur to the back. The beast ran wildly, wailing and rolling on the ground.

Among these animals that flee wildly, there is a human being.

It's Jon.

His hair had fallen out of his sockets, and was heated in the high temperature, hanging on the corners of his eyes with a terrible sticky white. He was burned miserably, his clothes were burned, and most of the skin on his body had fallen off, especially his back, more than 80% of the area had turned into coke. He kept screaming, dragging his staggering steps forward, and his remaining right eye had greatly reduced his vision, and even Brody, who was close to him, could not see it, and he was looking for possible safe ways out with extremely limited sense of light and the sense of heat.

Brody lay in the shallow pit, watching silently as Jon was knocked over by a running leopard and rolled into the depths of the burning woods. He screamed at the top of his lungs, struggled for a few moments, and soon disappeared.

Brody was very thirsty. He took out the kettle pressing under him, pulled out the plug, and found that the water temperature inside was getting hot.

How long can I last?

No one will come... Really, neither the villagers nor the patrol of the noble lords will come.

He was completely desperate.

...

Libin stood on the hot air balloon numbered "One", picked up the last canned incendiary bomb, and smashed it hard towards the dense forest under his feet with indescribable excitement.

This is the secret flight team that His Majesty started the experiment a year ago.

Some northern barbarians have animal skins, especially deer skins with excellent toughness and thickness. They are tanned and stitched with special techniques, and then formed a double-layer closed sphere, and then knotted with tough and waterproof oil-soaked rattan ropes to form a net-like entangled balloon, which meets the requirements.

After many tests in Jeju Island, a heating scheme with peat as fuel was finally determined. A wooden propeller and rudder were added outside the hanging basket. Although the load capacity was a little less, the safety increased exponentially.

In fact, Tianhao wanted to get it right in one step and directly develop wooden light aircraft, but the transition from a steam engine to an internal combustion engine takes time. Civilization evolution needs guidance. The barbarians can understand the fact that boiling water vapor is pushed open the lid of the metal pot through experiments, and are shocked by the magical power of nature, but it does not mean that they also understand the effects of reciprocating work.

Tianhao hates the so-called gods. He does not want the development of technology to eventually evolve into a "miracle". First let the barbarians see the hot air balloons ascend to the sky, and then let them understand that this is a very normal behavior. Next is internal combustion engines and wooden planes... Only by being knowledgeable can they be fundamentally weakened and then eliminate the influence of gods on people's hearts.

There are too many white people.

Although Tianhao has mastered technological power beyond the times, and the established Dragon Empire can also form millions of troops to go south, it is really difficult to kill hundreds of millions of people through war. You should know that even the most tragic World War II in history only caused about 70 million deaths and more than 130 million injuries.

To be fair, Tianhao really wants to issue a city massacre order in London.

But he dared not, nor could he do so.

Killing people will be addicted to killing. Once the number of dragon warriors goes crazy, how should they fight the next battle? The soldiers can understand the behavior of fighting with the enemy on the battlefield, but if the gun is pointed at women and children, even foreigners, many people will feel guilty.

Environmental warfare is the result of Tianhao's careful consideration.

The southern forests have become the largest strategic target of attack.

Elizabeth and others sent back a large amount of information, including geography, climate, hydrology and other information in various regions of the Southern Continent.
Chapter completed!