Chapter 1543: Red Flame

Not only the coyotes, but the elves were also confused by Zhang Zian's series of actions. They knew that he carried a lot of things in his backpack, but they didn't expect that there was such a burning stick that could be thrown out.

In fact, this is not a rare thing, but it is easy to buy in the United States. The literal translation should be road torch.

People say that the United States is a country built on wheels, with a vast land and few people, and it is difficult to move without a car.

What if the car breaks down while driving? Of course it was repairing the car, but what if it broke down in the wilderness? The mobile phone signal coverage in the United States is not high, and there are often signal blind spots in the wild. It is very troublesome for a car to encounter a breakdown in the wild at night. You can only ask for help from passing vehicles. You can either repair your car or take yourself to a nearby town. Repair shop.

It's dangerous to stop cars on the road at night. If the driver doesn't notice you, he may run you straight away, but if you are waving a burning road torch, you can be noticed by others from a long distance.

In addition, if the car breaks down on the road at night, in order to prevent other vehicles from being invisible and bumping into it, a road torch can also be placed at a certain distance behind the car to warn the following vehicles.

Nowadays, road torches don't necessarily burn. Most of them are electronic torches with batteries, but what Zhang Zian bought is a real road torch.

The road torch is like an oversized match. The rough part on the cap is red phosphorus. The flammable material in the torch has its own oxidant, and it will burn violently as soon as it rubs against the red phosphorus. It can last at least a few minutes. Not only can it be used It can also be used as a signal for rescue in the wild, so that search and rescue helicopters can see you.

This thing is considered a throwing weapon, and how far it can be thrown depends on the arm strength of the thrower. As for the aim, the farther it is, the worse it is.

If you use it to throw coyotes, it will definitely not work. Coyotes will dodge nimbly, but who makes this American badger like to dig holes to hide itself? This is no wonder he.

The brightness, power and taste of road torches are far from comparable to campfires. Because of its own oxidizer, it can burn in the rain or even in water, especially in the first inch. The latter is more intense, emitting an extremely dazzling red light, which is almost impossible to extinguish once it is ignited.

It is precisely because this thing burns so violently that it instantly dries up the dead branches and grass leaves where it landed and ignites it.

The red light illuminates the nearby woods, and even Richard, who suffers from night blindness in birds, temporarily regains his sight.

"Quack! What a glorious, bright sun!"

"Ah! Your eyes are shining!"

"As if the sun were shining brightly!"

it opened its throat,

Singing "My Sun" in Italian, the thick tenor voice spread far away in the silent forest, startling the birds that had already returned to their nests at night, and flew away in groups of hula la.

The coyotes finally got used to the bonfire, and suddenly a more powerful light source and heat source came, and they suddenly messed up. What was even more unlucky was the American badger. The hair on its buttocks was thick and dry, like a broom, and it would burn at any point.

In addition to the smell of sulfur in the air, there is also the smell of burning protein.

It screamed in pain and ran around without thinking, but the coyotes who regarded it as a military advisor avoided it for fear that the moving fireball would involve them.

If it was a different place, the American badger might have been burned to death directly, but there happened to be a stream nearby, and Zhang Zian and the deer camped next to the stream, so it probably understood as it ran, and jumped into it. In the stream, this put out the fire on his body.

When it got out of the water again, the hair on the back half of its body had been burnt off, exposing the flesh, and the hair on the front half was also burned half bald. That word is the best way to describe it.

No longer caring about the coyotes, it limped into the woods and disappeared.

At any rate, the black wolfdog is also the battle-tested leader. Seeing that their own momentum was greatly frustrated, the wolves had no intention of fighting, so they had to howl bitterly, and followed the American badger into the woods.

The other coyotes also ran away in despair, and the forest returned to calm.

Richard also returned to his blind state.

The road torch is still burning, its light has been greatly weakened.

Zhang Zian walked over, picked it up and threw it into the creek, and filled an empty can with water to extinguish the remaining fire on the grass, so as not to cause a forest fire.

The deer over there quieted down, and presumably the coyote over there had run away too.

"Nearly burned that monster to death." Old Cha sighed, "I see... the American Badger is very old, and the tip of its hair has turned white. It's a pity that it ran away."

Lao Cha is still obsessed with the legend of the embarrassment, and always feels that there is something evil and sinister about this thing, after all, it is an animal that likes to dig holes.

"It doesn't matter, it was burned by the fire, even if it didn't die, it would have lost half of its life. It won't make any splashes. It's just an old badger anyway." Zhang Zian explained for Old Cha.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

π was so happy that he threw away the branch, danced and celebrated his victory.

"Pi, you are great!"

Zhang Zian gave it a thumbs up, "It's brave and strong, it's really amazing! It's capable of writing and martial arts, both blossom!"

"Squeak..."

π is not used to being praised, so he covered his face in embarrassment.

"Quack! Where's my uncle? Isn't this uncle also very powerful? Don't you plan to praise me, you idiot?"

Richard shouted, but it couldn't see clearly, and it didn't face Zhang Zian's direction.

"hehe."

Zhang Zian was already speechless to this bastard bird, picked it up and plunged its butt into the creek to rinse it, then put it by the campfire to let it dry its feathers.

"Oh! This... is this the legendary Binghuo?"

It spoke nonsense that Zhang Zian couldn't understand, and no one paid any attention to it.

"Xinghai, thank you for reminding me."

He thanked Xinghai again, if Xinghai hadn't reminded him to keep the bonfire burning, maybe something would have happened, maybe π and Richard would have been hurt by those coyotes.

"Meow?"

Xinghai tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

"Thank you too, Spot."

He looked up to the Spotted Owl and said thanks for being a sentinel for the night.

It squatted on the branch above its head, neither flying nor screaming, its stomach was not as flat as it was in the previous two nights, and it had probably been quietly full. It seemed that it had recovered most of its foraging ability.

After tossing around for a while, it was still very early before dawn.

Zhang Zian and the elves didn't feel sleepy for the time being. They first went around to pick up some dead branches and made the bonfire bigger. Then they got into the tent and fell asleep until dawn.