sjar Chapter 1287
Chapter 1287
The reason is that these soldiers had previously touched the diesel fuel that Wei Wu had sprinkled, and the diesel fuel could not evaporate in a short time.
The diesel fuel in their hands ignited instantly upon contact with the open flame, and then the soldiers made another mistake.
They rubbed their hands on their clothes in an attempt to extinguish the flames, but instead set their own clothes on fire.
But their fate was actually relatively good; the truly miserable ones were the soldiers who rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames.
Because only a small amount of the diesel fuel dripping from the vegetation landed on the soldiers; most of it actually dripped onto the ground.
The soldiers rolled on the ground, getting even more diesel fuel on themselves and the ground, and then set the diesel fuel on fire.
As a result, they not only failed to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but instead allowed the flames to burn even more fiercely.
The fire suddenly flared up, and the scorching flames burned their bodies, causing them to struggle and flee in pain.
Many of the soldiers, their bodies engulfed in flames, couldn't see their surroundings and simply plunged headfirst into the forest vegetation.
The problem was that the vegetation around them was covered in diesel fuel, and they were on fire; the outcome was obvious.
Diesel fuel is flammable; if it doesn't ignite, it's fine, but once it starts burning, it's hard to stop.
Originally, Wei Wu's Molotov cocktail only ignited a small fire dragon, but now these soldiers have turned it into a giant fire dragon.
With diesel fuel, an excellent igniter, and plants themselves being the best combustible material, the two are truly like dry tinder igniting a raging fire.
Therefore, after the fire started, the flames spread very quickly, instantly turning the surrounding area into a sea of fire.
As we all know, fires are easiest to control in their early stages, but once they spread, they become dozens of times more difficult to extinguish.
Moreover, in ancient times there were no professionals or tools, so once the sea of fire was formed, it spread outwards at an extremely fast speed.
However, Wei Wu poured out more than sixty barrels of 20-liter diesel oil, and all of it was poured on the location where the Siamese army was.
After the fire started, the flame temperature soared, and even without any open flame contact, the high temperature could ignite the surrounding diesel fuel.
Wei Wu had only thrown a Molotov cocktail at the end of the Siamese army's ranks, but now it was already burning towards the middle.
Fortunately, the Siamese army reacted relatively quickly, spotting the flames as soon as they appeared.
In particular, Pasaro and his generals were all alarmed when they saw the fire in the forest.
They and their soldiers were now in the woods, and if a forest fire broke out, they would all die there.
Therefore, Pasaro, as the leader of the entire army, did not hesitate at all and immediately raised his head and shouted out the order.
"On my orders, everyone evacuate the woodland!!"
Although there was an unknown firearm threat from the Ming Dynasty outside the woodland, the threat from outside was still smaller compared to the forest fire.
The forest fire is now burning from within; if the gecko severs its tail and abandons some soldiers, it can save most of its forces.
If we evacuate in the direction we entered the woodland before the fire spreads, there will be no problem.
It must be said that Pasaro reacted quickly and made the right decision, but he overlooked a crucial point.
So, would Wei Wu really let them leave so easily? The answer is, of course, no.
Just as Pasaro and his generals were organizing the soldiers' retreat, the helicopters had already reached the edge of the woodland.
Wei Wu stood by the cabin door, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and two lit Molotov cocktails in his hands.
Looking down at the vegetation swaying due to the panicked escape of the large number of Siamese soldiers, Wei Wu's face showed a cold smile.
Without the slightest hesitation, he threw two Molotov cocktails, one to the left and one to the right.
And this was just the beginning. With Shen Lin's help, Wei Wu threw out more than a dozen Molotov cocktails in a row.
Taking advantage of their high altitude and superior visibility, every landing point of a Molotov cocktail became an escape route for the Siamese army.
By the time Wei Wu finished smoking his cigarette, the fire in the forest had formed an encirclement, trapping the Siamese army in the middle.
Furthermore, due to the diesel fuel, the encirclement of flames is shrinking at an extremely rapid pace, compressing the Siamese army's living space.
However, due to the intense fire, Wei Wu's side was unable to get close and could only send helicopters to keep the fire at a distance.
As the helicopter continued to climb, reaching an altitude of over 300 meters, it finally left the area affected by the fire.
Looking at the terrifying sea of fire below, Wei Wu couldn't help but think:
"Diesel fueled by fire, plus the wind from a helicopter propeller—this is my own unique version of the Sage Art: Goemon!"
Meanwhile, in the very center of the forest fire circle, Siamese military commanders, including Pasala, finally understood something.
This fire was prepared by the enemy specifically to target them; the previous explosions were intended to force them into this woodland.
And that orange-yellow liquid with a strange smell was a type of kerosene they had never seen before.
Because they witnessed firsthand that the dark orange-yellow liquid, when scorched by flames, would cause the fire to intensify.
"General, we have to think of something, otherwise the fire will spread quickly and we'll all die here!"
A general next to Pasaro looked at him and said something anxiously, and someone else immediately chimed in.
"Why don't we just charge out? Staying here will only lead to our death, while charging out gives us a chance to survive!"
The person speaking had a serious expression, but he was immediately rebuked by the person next to him as soon as he finished speaking.
"Charge? How? We're surrounded by fire. Are we supposed to charge straight at the flames? That's practically suicide!"
Although he was criticized by his colleagues, he did not get angry, but calmly expressed his thoughts.
"Just charge straight at the flames! We might not be able to do it ourselves, but don't forget we still have thousands of horses and hundreds of war elephants!"
"Besides, we haven't gone too deep into the woods. If we just give it our all and charge forward, we still have a chance to break out!"
After hearing the general's idea, no one around him objected anymore; instead, they frowned and pondered the feasibility of the plan.
Indeed, they hadn't ventured deep into the woods; a desperate gamble might have given them a real chance to escape.
But at that moment, someone else raised a question.
"How can we charge? Even if the horses are fast and the war elephants have thick hides, livestock are naturally afraid of fire. We're willing to bet they won't dare to charge!"