Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 546 The tragic battlefield

Just as these generals were about to go down and issue orders, a soldier in charge of communication rushed in, crawling.

"Oh no! Oh no! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

I see it, I see it…”

Taro Koizumi looked at the messenger who was so scared that he was pissing his pants. Kotaro, who was already a little nervous, couldn't help but direct his anger at him.

I saw Kotaro squatting down, grabbing the messenger by the collar, and using his huge body to lift the messenger into the air.

"What exactly did you see?"

Feeling the boundless anger in the eyes of his superior, the messenger collapsed because his feet could not touch the ground. Then his eyes were filled with fear, but he still answered tremblingly:

"What a large group of will-o'-the-wisp..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

With an angry roar, Kotaro threw him to the ground and rushed out.

After climbing up to the observation deck, Kotaro looked through the telescope and saw the same will-o'-the-wisp that the messenger had described.

Without much hesitation, relying on the qualities he had gained from years of hard work to climb to this position, Kotaro immediately gave the enemy attack signal to the entire army, centered on himself.

Logically speaking, once this signal was sent out, it should have been responded to quickly, but it took about three minutes for other watchtowers to issue the same alarm, which made Kotaro so angry that he crushed the telescope in his hand.

"You are a bunch of traitors! You should all be court-martialed and hanged on the scaffold!"

Looking at the "will-o'-the-wisp" lights getting closer and closer, Kotaro couldn't help but feel a little timid, but this timidity was soon suppressed by his inner confidence and courage.

Without having time to think, Kotaro directly released his Pidgeot, ready to mobilize his troops first.

However, when he was flying in the air on the Pidgeot, he vaguely heard the will-o'-the-wisp's declaration of a desperate charge:

"We will die here! Entrusting meaning to the next generation is the only way to fight against this cruel world!

Soldiers, be angry! Soldiers, shout! Soldiers, charge!

Go ahead! Give your heart! "

When little Kotaro, who was riding on Pidgeot, heard this declaration, he couldn't help but shudder all over. At the same time, his confidence and courage began to waver after seeing the hideous faces that emerged from the group of will-o'-the-wisp.

But he still did not look back, and was still prepared to fight with this group of will-o'-the-wisp. This was his duty as the commander of the alliance army.

Feeling the shaking of the earth, the soldiers and low-level officers who were living a life of debauchery in the barracks were not able to come to their senses for a while. They just stared blankly at the faint light of fire coming from outside the tent.

A soldier tilted his head and looked at the fire that was getting closer and closer, with a silly smile on his face.

The next moment, the neighing of the wild horse mixed with the sound of horse hooves broke through the tent and rushed straight towards the soldier.

The alcohol in his veins and his cloudy consciousness disappeared from the soldier's body in an instant, but before he could take out the Poké Ball, the heavy horse hooves mixed with flames crushed his head to pieces.

The wild horse did not stop. After trampling the man to death, it continued to run forward quickly, as if it was being pulled by something.

When the other people in the military tent saw this scene, they were all frozen in place for a moment.

They were frightened, and what was waiting for them was a continuous stream of fiery horses.

Under the cover of night, the dark sky was like a huge curtain, and the Flame Horse Charge was like a ball of strange will-o'-the-wisp, silently approaching the Alliance's carefully deployed military defense line in Hinoki Town.

This army moved swiftly and silently, like messengers from the underworld, carrying the breath of death and destruction.

As the distance shortened, the flame horses suddenly accelerated, and their agile bodies streaked across the sky like burning meteors.

The horses' hooves stepped on the ground, sparks flew everywhere, as if to set the land on fire. In the blink of an eye, this mysterious army had already rushed into the alliance army, launching a thrilling fight.

Wherever the ghost fire passed, thick smoke rose up, covering the sky and the sun.

Choking smoke filled the air, making it difficult to breathe and blurring vision.

The soldiers shouted and screamed in fear, but their voices were drowned out by the chaotic noise on the battlefield. For a moment, the shouts of killing, the collision of Pokémon skills, and the screams of the wounded intertwined, forming a horrifying symphony that was deafening.

Each flaming horse was like a moving volcano, spewing raging flames from its mouth, instantly igniting everything around it.

No matter whether it was a sturdy tent or a weapon in the hands of a soldier, once it was touched by the flames, it would immediately turn into ashes.

The flaming horses galloped past, leaving a trail of burning flames behind them, which was a blend of their own flames and the flames produced by the burning tents.

These flames were like stars scattered on the dry grassland, spreading rapidly to form a sea of ​​fire, presenting a terrifying scene of war.

However, this horrifying scene did not last long, as a sharp cannon shot stopped the flames from spreading.

Shota sat on the back of the leader, the Fiery Horse, looking up at the dense group of water cannons whizzing past his head, listening to the huge roar brought by the water cannons landing, and the even more tragic sound that followed.

His eyes did not waver at all, but he continued to drive the fiery horse under him forward.

The flame horses behind him stared straight ahead, their eyes firm and resolute.

Seeing their leader, the Fiery Horse, charging forward without hesitation, they did not fall into contemplation or hesitation. As if driven by some invisible force, they followed without hesitation, with steady steps and full of determination.

However, the scene before them was terrifying. The densely packed water cannons rained down like raindrops, mercilessly knocking down the flame horses one after another. Every collision was accompanied by painful neighing and splashing blood, but even so, these brave creatures still had no intention of retreating.

After rushing through the camp, they extinguished the flames on their bodies at the command of their trainer and continued running, with only one belief in their hearts - to follow the blazing flames in front of them. Just like the trainer sitting on their backs, there was no fear in their eyes.

The trainers' expressions were resolute. They had established a tacit trust with Flamehorse, and together they faced the terror that seemed to be about to come at any moment - death.