My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 175 - 149: Still Not Dead?

The drone flew toward the sky above the forest where Baron von Kleist was hiding.

From the video feed, Fang Zhen saw that the men at the front of Baron von Kleist's party had not lit any torches in order to remain concealed. In the rear, however, two Knight's Squires held torches behind Von Kleist to light his way.

Seeing the open flames, Fang Zhen felt much more at ease.

The drone was great for beyond-visual-range combat, but its only problem was the difficulty in starting a fire. It had to rely on the enemy's own open flames, as trying to ignite the fuel itself could easily cause the drone to explode.

Practice makes perfect. Having already burned Montagu's army once, Fang Zhen now had experience.

He piloted the drone over the forest where Baron von Kleist and his elite soldiers were hiding, then activated the pesticide spray mode.

Instantly, 97-octane gasoline fell from the sky like a fine mist.

Clouds of gasoline descended in a misty rain, settling on the forest canopy. It then seeped through the gaps in the leaves like sunlight or morning dew, dripping down onto Baron von Kleist's soldiers.

Baron von Kleist's soldiers were quite concentrated in this area. After all, it was an ambush. This saved Fang Zhen a lot of effort; all he had to do was keep spraying gasoline downward.

By this time, many of the soldiers below, including Von Kleist himself, had noticed the drone. They looked up, staring at the "strange bird" in the sky.

However, in a normal reaction for humans and animals alike, the people below had never seen anything like a drone before and were unable to classify what it was.

Although many of them were suspicious and found the smell of the falling gasoline strange, no one reacted right away. It was the first time they had ever encountered such a thing, and any reaction felt wrong.

From the video feed, Fang Zhen could see Von Kleist looking up to observe the drone. However, his helmet restricted his view, preventing him from getting a clear look at the object above him.

Gradually, the soldiers below began to stir, unable to remain silently hidden.

By this point, Fang Zhen had already sprayed nearly seven liters of gasoline.

This contingent of soldiers was smaller than Montagu's army from the day before, as they had split their forces. They were also packed together more densely. Seven liters of gasoline was more than enough to saturate the area.

Fang Zhen decided that was enough. He piloted the drone toward Baron von Kleist's position in the rear.

Von Kleist was standing some distance from the main ambush force—not too far, but far enough that the dense gasoline spray hadn't reached him yet.

Now, as the drone flew over, it switched to intermittent spray mode, instantly releasing a large cloud of concentrated gasoline mist that enveloped Von Kleist.

Von Kleist clearly sensed something was wrong. He shouted at the Knight's Squires around him and stood up, trying to mount his horse and flee.

Just then, sheets of gasoline mist descended.

The gasoline mist met the open flame of a torch held by a Knight's Squire next to Von Kleist.

"BOOM!"

A fireball erupted, soaring into the sky.

Baron von Kleist and his Attendants were engulfed in the flames.

The flash fire ignited the forest ahead, which was already soaked in gasoline with fuel molecules hanging in the air.

In an instant, the entire wooded area where Baron von Kleist's elite troops lay in ambush was set ablaze.

Fierce flames surged, and the ignited gasoline spray caused a continuous chain of explosions.

In a mere moment, the area where Von Kleist's soldiers lay in ambush had become a sea of fire.

"My God!"

Standing beside Fang Zhen, Dalia cried out, her face a mask of disbelief as she watched him operate the drone via the console and saw the live video feed.

Dalia had never seen such a scene before. The images on the screen shattered her understanding of this world and of warfare.

In terms Fang Zhen would understand, Dalia's entire worldview had just been shattered.

It wasn't just Dalia. The one-eyed female guard and Matthew were equally stunned, reeling from the shock.

The one-eyed guard was a woman of few words, not prone to exclamations of wonder, but her remaining eye was glued to the video feed on the console, refusing to miss a single second. She stared so intently it was as if she were paralyzed by a powerful spell.

Matthew wore a look of utter astonishment. He managed to tear some of his attention away, but only to look toward the distant forest, at the real-life fireballs erupting into the sky, as if trying to reconcile the images on the screen with the flames and explosions he was now seeing and hearing.

Truth be told, Dalia and the other two were not unworldly people. Dalia was a noble, Matthew was a Priest, and the one-eyed guard had traveled far and wide with Dalia. By the standards of their era, they were all well-traveled and knowledgeable, yet they were still left dumbfounded by the drone's handiwork.

This method of warfare, so far beyond their time, had dealt them a massive shock.

After her initial shock, Dalia turned to look at Fang Zhen. Her eyes seemed to ask why this self-proclaimed Wandering Knight, a man of such mystery, possessed an item so far beyond comprehension.

Soon, Dalia's expression shifted, as if she were contemplating more practical matters.

Matthew, meanwhile, repeatedly made the sign of the Tade Church's emblem over his chest, as if the core of his faith had been shaken.

Fang Zhen continued to spray the gasoline mist.

Using the drone's intermittent spray mode while it was in motion, he could create isolated clouds of gasoline mist dozens of meters in diameter. As the mist fell, it would inevitably ignite and explode.

In just over ten seconds, Baron von Kleist's elite soldiers were all but dead.

This method of warfare was a bit like firebombing. Most soldiers were burned to death, while some died from oxygen deprivation due to the intensity of the explosions.

Fang Zhen sprayed another concentrated burst of gasoline over Baron von Kleist's position before piloting the drone toward the archers on the high ground.

That ambush point was not far from where the elite soldiers had been stationed.

Fang Zhen reasoned that without their primary commander, Von Kleist, the archers might scatter. Dealing with scattered stragglers would be a pain. The foot soldiers were no threat, but the archers and crossbowmen could still pose a danger to him.

If they broke formation and took potshots from hiding, it would be quite troublesome.

So, he simply controlled the drone, using the gasoline to ignite the forest in a half-moon arc starting from the encirclement in the valley below, burning a path straight toward them.

This created a ring of fire, trapping the archers, crossbowmen, and foot soldiers who were lying in ambush on the high ground.

The ambushers on the slope hadn't fully processed what was happening, which cost them their golden window to react.

By the time someone finally realized something was wrong, their escape route had already been cut off by the forest fire Fang Zhen had started with the drone.

The process was incredibly fast; after all, a drone moves much, much faster than a person.

After using the drone to spray gasoline and cut off the archers' retreat, Fang Zhen guided the line of fire up the slope toward them.

The ambushers on the high ground now had nowhere to retreat. They were trapped like rats in a cage. Soon, they were doused in gasoline by the drone and ignited by the advancing flames.

The fire blazed.

The forest here, especially on the valley sides, was very dense.

In such a forest environment, a fire would quickly become a massive inferno.

Fang Zhen showed no mercy, burning them to death with the intention of wiping them all out.

These soldiers had little discipline to begin with. With Von Kleist dead, they would become deserters. Deserters robbed and murdered; leaving them alive would only create more trouble.

If Fang Zhen had to choose between the army and the common people of this Otherworld, with whom he had no strong ties either way, he would choose to stand with the people.

Burning these deserters to death would eliminate a future threat and clear a path for Dalia to re-establish order after the battle.

The forest fire spread. Seventy to eighty percent of the archers and foot soldiers on the high ground were burned to death. Some, in their terror of the flames, chose to jump from the cliffs, a fall from which not even a god could save them.

Fang Zhen unleashed his fire attack without restraint. In his world, this would have landed him in prison for life. But in the Nameless World, he could do as he pleased, as long as he could live with his own conscience. There was no one to stop him.

After a while, Fang Zhen checked the drone's status.

The gasoline tank was still thirty-three percent full, meaning he had about ten liters left.

The enemies on the high ground were almost all dealt with.

Fang Zhen decisively piloted the drone down into the valley, heading for the carriage.

With just one burst in spray mode, gasoline rained down, igniting the dwarf Assassin in the caged carriage and the surrounding soldiers.

'Since the dwarf Assassin set the trap, he has to bear the risks. His death is simply due to poor planning; he has no one to blame but himself.'

Fang Zhen felt no psychological burden. He knew that if he had fallen into Baron von Kleist's hands, not a single one of these soldiers would have spared or pitied him. They would have killed him brutally amidst jeers and laughter.

Once you're on the battlefield, life and death are decided by fate. If you die, you can't blame anyone. If you must blame someone, blame your commander for their poor strategy and inferior skill.

The soldiers around the carriage were also set ablaze, and the carriage itself became a torch.

The process was not slow at all. In just over ten seconds, the threat was eliminated.

By now, six or seven minutes had passed since Fang Zhen began his fire attack.

In that short time, Baron von Kleist and his entire army had perished in the sea of fire.

Fang Zhen was beginning to understand why Zhuge Liang was so fond of using fire attacks.

Smart people like to do things efficiently, and the efficiency of killing enemies with fire was just too high.

Fire and water show no mercy. Using these forces of nature, even an enemy a thousand strong could be reduced to ash by a single blaze. The killing efficiency was so much greater than that of physical combat. No wonder so many ancient generals favored attacks with fire and water.

Fang Zhen used the console to land the drone.

"I'm going ahead to take a look on-site," Fang Zhen said.

He put down the console, mounted his Jue Ying motorcycle, and, taking his compound bow and long spear, rode toward the inferno where Von Kleist had perished.

Dalia watched Fang Zhen's departing figure for a moment, then turned to her one-eyed guard. "Unhitch one of the carriage horses. I'm going to take a look, too."

"My Lady..." the one-eyed guard began to protest, but seeing the determination in Dalia's eyes, she stopped. With a soft sigh, she went to the front of the carriage to unhitch one of the two horses.

Fang Zhen rode his motorcycle to the entrance of the valley.

At that moment, a light breeze rustled through the woods. The wind was not blowing in his direction, so for the time being, he didn't have to worry about the fire spreading toward him.

Fang Zhen arrived and looked at the blazing sea of fire in the dense woods where Von Kleist's elite troops had been hiding. It seemed impossible that anyone could have escaped.

He let out a long breath. 'With a fire this big, Von Kleist has to be dead, right?'

Just as he was preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a figure faintly appeared amidst the sea of flames.

Fang Zhen's brow twitched.

He peered into the inferno.

He saw a Samurai in armor stumbling out of the fire, walking toward the outside.

The armor was already glowing red-hot from the flames. The temperature had to be higher than a branding iron; no person could survive inside it for more than five seconds.

And yet, the person was still wearing the red-hot armor, walking toward Fang Zhen.

Fang Zhen recognized that suit of armor. It was Von Kleist's.

"He's still not dead?" Fang Zhen watched the approaching armored Samurai in astonishment, braking the motorcycle he had just been about to start.