"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The Mountain Eagle Team sprang into action. The sniper incendiary bombs roared out of their barrels, carrying the endless fury of the soldiers as they charged forward, like an enraged Death God with jaws wide open, tearing through the pitch-black night, piercing the air resistance, and in an instant bringing down their targets. Flames scattered, igniting everything around them, creating an especially eerie scene in the night sky.
Perhaps due to previous attacks, the enemy was already immune. The camp didn't panic; everyone dispersed to put out the fires. Upon discovering that the targets were the warhorses, they quickly led them away. The horses neighed agitatedly, driven to frenzy by the burns. Those hit couldn't withstand the flames, ran about uncontrollably, and soon fell to the ground, letting out cries of agony.
