Chapter 17 Mummy

Bang bang bang, gunshots hummed, rifles and muskets were intertwined, and bright flowers of blood bloomed, dyeing everyone's eyes red.

Standing on a hillside, watching the battle or massacre not far away through the monocular, Sean was calm, without the slightest wave.

The fall sweep of Greenfield Town has been going on for nearly a month. Although there are losses during the period, the existence of firearms and half a superhuman team is not unacceptable.

The gunshots gradually died down and became sparser, which also meant that the battle was about to come to an end. There was no deviation in the results, but this was normal. After all, one side was well-trained and well-equipped, while the other was just a group of people equipped with stone knives and wooden spears. mob.

The flames rose, the battlefield was cleaned, and the prisoners were strung together. The soldiers of Lvye Town skillfully lit the fire source and set the small village on fire.

This is not the first indigenous village to be burned, nor will it be the last. Before this indigenous village, the soldiers of Lvye Town have burned four similar villages. Of course, these villages are all small villages, and the number of people is generally in the dozens. There are about a hundred people, and there is no extraordinary power in the village.

After the battle was over, we returned to the temporary station, and a small celebratory banquet began as night fell.

Slightly bitter stout was brought to the table in barrels, accompanied by animal meat grilled with golden oil droplets, and a moderately flavored vegetable soup and black bread, which was a good meal for the soldiers.

Drinking and laughing, the camp is full of pleasant factors. Of course, in addition to drinks and food, women are also essential.

In the process of sweeping, the biggest wealth harvested by Lvye Town is the population of captives. These captives are all selected and are young men and women. After they are brought back, they are qualified slaves and can be quickly transformed. For the sake of productivity, as for the elderly and children who were either killed in battle or executed after the war, this may sound cruel, but it is a tried and tested method of dealing with it.

In the long-term battle in the wild, the biggest difficulty for the soldiers of Greenfield Town is not the aborigines who can only be regarded as rabble, but the harsh environment.

Miasmas, poisonous insects, beasts and the diseases that follow are all stressors that cannot be ignored. Sometimes even drinking a sip of raw water can lead to severe diarrhea and death.

The shadow of death has always accompanied the army of Greenfield Town, never far from it, and in this case, the mental health of the soldiers is very important, and drinks and women are a simple and effective means.

Different from the hustle and bustle outside, it was much quieter inside the main tent. Sean, Monens, and Ferrolie sat in priority and second order, tasting the food on the table carefully.

After eating the last piece of steak on the plate, he put down his knife and fork, took a sip of wine, and wiped his lips. Sean raised his head and glanced outside the main tent, and watching Sean's actions, Monens and Ferrolie He quickly put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"Ferroli, how is the situation in the army?"

"Lord Lord, the current situation of the army is good, the casualties are not large, and the morale is available. The only worry is that the logistical pressure is a bit heavy, the prisoners need to be transported, and the supplies need to be replenished."

After speaking, Ferrolie turned his attention to Sean, waiting for Sean's orders.

"Well, you can handle these things. Next, we are about to clean the wild green. How is the situation there?"

"Lord Lord, according to our information, the situation of the natives in the wild greens is very different from that in the Tam River Basin. Only one tribe exists, but the specific situation needs to be further explored."

Saying that, Ferrolie glanced at Monens. Due to the harsh environment and complicated situation, the spies of the army were only responsible for the exploration of the periphery, and the internal situation was handed over to the Transcendent team under Monens.

Sensing Ferrier's gaze,

Mengnes did not hesitate, and said directly:

"Lord Lord, the guard team has been spilled out, led by Krom, it is not enough that there is no information coming back, it should take some time."

Having said this, Monens also feels a little helpless. After all, the guard team is not a professional spy. It has natural defects in detecting intelligence, but fortunately they are all extraordinary. Under such circumstances, their survivability is better than Ordinary spies are much stronger.

Although he was not satisfied with Monnes' answer, Sean didn't say anything. After all, it wasn't his fault. Of course, deep down, Sean already had the idea of ​​establishing a professional intelligence team.

"Since this is the case, then temporarily slow down the advance of the troops and wait for the collection of intelligence."

"Yes, my lord."

The small meeting was over, and the atmosphere in the main tent became much more relaxed.

In the middle of the night, the banquet was over, and most of the soldiers had fallen into a deep sleep except for the guards.

The moonlight was dim, and the trees were densely covered, casting distorted shadows. Occasionally, a breeze blew through, disturbing the branches and leaves, making strange noises, which were quite infiltrative.

Early in the morning, after washing up and walking out of the main tent, Sean immediately realized something was wrong.

"How is this going?"

Looking at the ten mummified corpses arranged in a row on the ground, Sean's expression was a little cold.

The atmosphere was condensed, and the pressure was overwhelming. Under such circumstances, Mengens stood up.

"Lord Lord, these ten bodies were found this morning. Their identities have been confirmed. Eight were militiamen and two were professional soldiers. The time of death was about midnight.

Listening to Monnes's words, Sean didn't say a word, squatted down silently, and carefully inspected the body of the deceased.

After inspection, Sean found that the death of these ten people was very similar. All of them had shriveled torsos and peaceful faces, as if they had died in a sweet dream. There were no additional wounds on the whole body except for the two small holes at the neck. And all of this can't help but make Sean think of three words, vampire, but what makes Sean puzzled is that these blood holes are a little too small.

Getting up and glancing at the dignified and anxious expressions of the people around him, Sean asked:

"Can you identify the murderer?"

The tone is light, without any ups and downs.

"Lord Lord, we can't be sure yet. The soldiers on guard last night didn't find anything unusual, and we didn't find any valuable clues in the place where ten people died, not even footprints."

After listening to Ferrolie's words, Sean's expression remained the same, only a pair of azure blue pupils were more profound.

"That is to say, the murderer easily crossed the cordon of our camp, killed ten of our soldiers silently, and then retreated without leaving a trace? Even we don't even know if he or they are human. Beasts don't know, do they?"

At the end, Sean's voice suddenly rose a bit.

"Yes, yes, Lord Lord."

At this moment, everyone felt the surging anger under Sean's calm face.