Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Chapter 1285

Therefore, Cao Cao did not need to spread the diesel oil evenly; he only needed to make it adhere to the vegetation.

With the helicopter flying at high speed, the area covered by Wei Wu's more than 20 barrels of diesel fuel was already the size of five or six football fields.

Furthermore, he had calculated the location where he splashed the water, since humans don't move very fast in the forest.

Based on the timeline, the Siamese army had penetrated less than a kilometer into the forest at most, and even that was an overestimation by Wei Wu.

Therefore, when pouring diesel fuel, Wei Wu specifically instructed Shen Lin to ensure that the helicopter did not cross the one-kilometer limit longitudinally.

Try to fly the helicopter horizontally along the edge of the woodland to maximize the fire's destructive effect.

So for the next ten minutes, Shen Lin strictly followed Wei Wu's instructions, and Wei Wu did not stop either.

He poured out bucket after bucket of diesel fuel until only ten buckets remained in the system's warehouse.

But he didn't keep those last ten barrels of diesel fuel because he was reluctant to part with them; rather, he wanted them as a backup in case of unforeseen circumstances.

Interestingly, when Wei Wu was splashing diesel fuel, the Siamese troops below didn't even dare to breathe.

The previous sixteen rockets had already shattered their morale, and now the soldiers' faces were filled with tension and fear.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that the enemy would hear them and they would be blown up.

Generals and commanders, including Passaro, all held their breath when they heard the sound of the propeller.

Of course, that was the initial situation. Later, they discovered that the strange sound wouldn't attack them even if they got close.

Pasaro began to have some doubts and immediately ordered everyone to try their best to find out what was making the sound.

However, they were in a dense forest, where the thick vegetation blocked the enemy's spying, and also blocked their own view.

In addition, helicopters fly too fast, and by the time the soldiers find a gap in the vegetation, the helicopter has already flown away.

After several minutes of trying to figure out what the sound coming from the sky was, Passaro gave up.

But just as he was about to continue thinking of a way to break the deadlock, he suddenly noticed a strange smell coming from the dense forest.

The smell wasn't pungent or unpleasant; it was even somewhat pleasant, but he had never smelled it before, so he couldn't tell the difference.

Just as he was filled with curiosity, a drop of orange-yellow liquid dripped from the vegetation and landed right on his forehead.

Pasaro raised her hand and gently touched her forehead, then rubbed the damp liquid between her fingertips and immediately frowned.

"It's not dew; it feels slippery and a bit oily."

After muttering something to herself, Passaro put her finger to her nose and sniffed it gently, her eyes filled with even more confusion.

"So that's what was emitting that strange smell. But what exactly is it?"

Pasaro was a military commander and was no stranger to things like kerosene, but he was still limited by the times.

Wei Wu splashed diesel fuel, a crystal-clear orange-yellow color, completely different from the kerosene that Passaro knew.

So he never even considered that possibility; in his mind, this substance might be secreted by some plant.

It's actually quite normal to have this kind of thought. Southeast Asia is a subtropical region, and you can find all sorts of strange and unusual plants there.

Moreover, when Wei Wu poured diesel fuel, the diesel fuel was dispersed into a mist due to the high-intensity airflow generated by the propeller.

Unlike raindrops that fall directly from the sky, water accumulates and condenses on vegetation before slowly dripping down.