An hour and a half.
Upon hearing this, Fang Huai immediately began to patrol all around, observing the situation on the mountain.
At this moment, fire points were scattered all over the mountain like beacon towers on the Great Wall, barely discernible through the canopy of trees.
If it were a regular house fire, an hour and a half might only mean the fire spreading from the kitchen to the living room.
But with a wildfire, it was hard to say.
Now, without their suppression, whether the fire could last until the rain depended on the sky.
Moreover, to endure that long, it was crucial to control those fire points that hadn't yet erupted.
"Our power is barely enough to control this local wildfire," Ye Jiahong sighed heavily, "this mountain really spreads the fire, I'm afraid even if we call over the entire detachment, it'll still be tough to handle."
Fang Huai touched his head.
In fact, he was also reviewing the situation.
